Chapter 251 Lu Mingfei’s Counterattack

When Caesar stepped into the town gate, it was Fingel's face that appeared in front of him.

He groaned and turned around to look behind him. The town that should have been in front of him was actually here.

As expected, it was as recorded in the information that it was impossible to enter.

Caesar turned and faced the town.

"Is the road master here?"

"should be."

"should?"

Fingel spread his hands and said innocently.

"Boss, don't look at me. If you want to ask, you have to ask someone from the staff."

"I see."

Caesar did not pursue the subject, but asked about his old enemy.

"Where's Chu Zihang? Where is he practicing? Take me there."

"Well, I think the dead killer will definitely not go back with you, boss."

"When did I say I would take him back?"

Fingel was stunned for a moment.

"Boss, aren't you a commissioner sent by the school board?"

"Oh, that's right, I forgot."

Caesar took out a piece of paper. This was a task directly issued by the school board. The main content was to ask him to go to Centralia and bring back the former S-class action team who disobeyed the order.

The school board was helpless. In the past seven days, they had given orders to Chu Zihang and the other three several times. Chu Zihang and Ling had better pretended not to hear them, or even half of the instructions were given, but Chu Zihang’s earphones burst. The president of the Lionheart Club, who is both action-oriented and decisive, wants to have his own way. Kassel, which is thousands of miles away, has no choice but to despair.

The only one among the three who could speak well was Fingel. Hearing this man's respectful attitude, the Kassel school board breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they had finally met a normal person, but this normal person's style seemed a bit... It's strange. He doesn't look like the elite from Kassel. When he closes his eyes, a pleasing smile comes to life. No matter how you look at it, he deserves a beating.

Fingel was indeed beaten. He cried with his earphones to the Kassel headquarters, saying that he had been treated unfairly and was beaten by a certain President Chu who did not want to be named because of him. Adhering to the will of the Kassel headquarters, I tried to persuade this man to go back. The person on the other end of the communication rolled his eyes and listened to this guy howl for half an hour. Then Fingel started asking for money, including labor expenses, medical expenses, mental damage expenses, and various other things. The names are dazzling, and the last number reported makes people want to shoot Katyusha. Send this man to meet his Satan. That's right. Normal people should go to see God when they die, but Fingel is not. , Anyone who has seen this guy will agree that what he saw after death was definitely Satan. Then he knelt on the ground and beat Satan's legs while smiling and saying, "Fifty, boss."

The three team members did not obey the orders, and only the armed forces of the field regiment remained in the area. Although the Camarilla and the military maintained a certain cooperative relationship, with the existence of the Abraham blood contract, it was impossible for them to combine dragons and hybrids. The information spread widely that the role of the field regiment was more to defend the town from possible changes. They always ordered the soldiers to point their guns at the students in Kassel. God, there was nothing hypnotic about it. Frigga Bullets.

So Caesar appeared here, as a commissioner of the school board of directors, with orders to transfer Chu Zihang and the three of them.

"His!"

Under Fingel's wide-eyed gaze, Caesar tore the order into pieces with a few strokes, raised his hand, and let it fly away in the wind.

"I just wanted to come over for a visit. The road master is still here. What are you going to do?"

Caesar said.

"Can Cassel practice martial arts?"

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The World's No. 1 King of Fighters Invitational Tournament has come to an end.

The ID of the final champion is no surprise. The little monster dominated the game with great strength from the initial points stage, and maintained such a huge advantage in the subsequent stages until it reached the top.

It's a pity that the "big devil" who was entangled with him at the beginning strangely disappeared seven days ago. Although he successfully entered the knockout round, he lost his qualification for the competition due to his absence.

Speaking of which, this incident did not cause much concern in Poland. Some people may remember the person who once held the first place in the points rankings for a long time, but the impression is also very vague. In the end, he is just an insignificant role. That’s all.

But the little monster didn't think so.

Or maybe Eriyi doesn’t think so.

Ever since that live broadcast, she has been looking forward to meeting the big devil again, of course in the form of a game. Eryi knew that the big devil also participated in the King of Fighters competition. The guy who fought with the dragon on the sea always felt that it would be very interesting. Looks awesome.

But he disappeared.

Eriyi paid attention to the game of the Big Devil. She hugged Mr. Bear and waited nervously for the countdown to tick. She couldn’t tell what she was thinking. In fact, she had a lot to ask. She could also take a look at the Big Devil, and Eriyi Eryi believes that there will definitely be a battle between her and the big devil, such as the final of the King of Fighters. As long as the big devil participates, it will definitely come to the end, Eryi firmly believes.

But the premise is that he participates.

When the countdown reached zero, the big devil still did not appear, and he was disqualified from the competition.

Eriki buried her face in Mr. Bear's soft body.

I always feel a little empty inside. Is it disappointment?

Or something else.

The organizer sent her a private message, listing the prizes for the champion. The prizes were an amount that would move anyone who saw it. Eriyi was just indifferent. For this girl, the meaning of money was not important at all. Her eyes were quick. Land is attracted by the prize that comes next.

This is a mysterious grand prize that the organizer has been keeping secret before. However, Eriyi did not expect that it would be this...

it's a pity.

Eriyi sighed.

This competition is her only chance to get in touch with the big devil. Now that the competition is over, she doesn't know if she can meet that guy again in the future.

she thinks.

Where will the big devil be now?

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The big devil, as the name suggests, is the brother of the little devil, which is of course Lu Mingfei.

In his world, a long time has passed, a really long time.

Probably several hundred years.

That was after Constantine fell into deep sleep. Lu Mingfei shut himself into a closed space with bronze walls on all sides. He faced the wall and meditated.

Sleeping is an escape, and with Lu Mingfei's character, it is naturally impossible for him to take this path.

Since someone didn't want him to live well, then he would kill this guy.

Lu Mingfei had already forgotten the trials of the Iron Throne.

Over the past few years, his life with Constantine has been vivid in his mind. The child has changed from the illusory twin of bronze and fire to his friend Lu Mingfei. The situation is now clear. There is someone trying to use Norton to... The twin bodies of Constantine and Constantine were born. It would have changed in the past. Lu Mingfei didn't care. Norton and Constantine's matter had nothing to do with him. Now, I'm sorry, I'm Norton. You shouldn't mess with it. of people.

The first year of Constantine's sleep.

Lu Mingfei began to practice the Golden Crow Pillar, which was a technique he taught Chu Zihang. It was extremely suitable for the bronze and fire system's physique.

Of course, he can also choose several other fire skills, or even gold skills, but this practice has nothing to do with anything else. The purpose is just to confirm his ideas, so it doesn't matter which one he chooses. The Golden Crow Pillar just happened a while ago. The reason passed down to Chu Zihang was more familiar and cordial, so Lu Mingfei decided this.

After standing still for half an hour, Lu Mingfei had already gained strength.

A big stone fell to the ground in my heart. With this strength as proof, the path is clear and the martial arts path is feasible.

He was not eager for quick success, and as soon as his strength was born, Lu Mingfei stopped standing, sat down in Panxi, faced the bronze wall, and frowned in deep thought.

Thoughts came one after another, the sparks of thinking kept flickering, how should the power of the Golden Crow Stake flow, and whether the Golden Crow could be replaced. Compared with the illusory Golden Crow, perhaps the green dragon he had seen in the hopeless sky was more suitable for observing. think.

The Golden Crow is the totem of the Great Sun, and Norton's body is also the manifestation of the power of fire. In the dragon world, the Green Dragon may be more majestic and orthodox than the Golden Crow.

His fingers were writing and drawing on the ground unconsciously. Lu Mingfei's face was solemn. With his height as a martial artist, combined with his understanding of the special authority of the dragon world, he began to make drastic improvements to the Golden Crow Stake.

I sat here for a month.

A month later, he stood up tall, his joints crackling constantly, just like the sprouts of grass and trees. He made a full set of muscles and bones to unblock his qi and blood. Thanks to the Dragon King's special characteristics, he could not eat for a long time, which was really convenient.

Then, stand upright.

A pair of golden eyes are burning.

Looking at this technique again, it is really mysterious. It is like the blue dragon coiling pillar, and its power is indescribable.

One month was enough for Lu Mingfei to change the Golden Crow Stake beyond recognition.

Now this technique can be renamed, but Lu Mingfei is not in the mood to name it, so he leaves it to him.

Ordinary people, even hybrids, can only stand for eight hours at a time.

Lu Mingfei stood at this station for eight days.

It's not that the Dragon King's physique is special, it's entirely due to Lu Mingfei's improvement of the pile method.

He only wants speed, even if he pays a small price for it.

After eight days of success, Lu Mingfei went out. The bronze ministers waiting here had already received the news and prepared meat, vegetables and fruits for His Majesty. Lu Mingfei just immersed himself in eating.

The already powerful organs of the Dragon King have improved to a higher level after being tempered by martial arts. Lu Mingfei is simply an atomic reactor. Whether meat or fruit, it is Chai Xin that provides him with nutrients, which is digested by the dragon body. Tempered with martial arts, it turned into billowing Qi and blood for him to store for other purposes.

It took three days to turn around, leaving only a mess.

He stood at the stand for eight days and ate for three days, and he maintained this frequency for more than a month.

On this day, he slowly opened his eyes, finished his martial arts, sensed the situation in his body, and began to generate strength on his own. He started over and over again, and he was done.

After exhaling a long breath, he saw faint blue flames coming out of his mouth, leaving scorch marks on the bronze ground and dispersing into nothingness.

Lu Mingfei snorted, "What does this mean? The Lord of Bronze and Fire can spit out dragon streams after practicing martial arts. Interesting, interesting."

He didn't take the little episode to heart. He went out to eat. When he came back, he sat down in Panxi and thought about the gains and losses.

No, very wrong.

Still slow.

According to his calculation, it would take half a month to generate energy on its own, but now it took more than a month.

Although there are reasons for not being able to fully grasp this body, the impact is not so great.

There was obviously something wrong with his practice, but Lu Mingfei didn't panic and instead laughed.

"It's you."

he said to himself.

After the power is born, it is a grinding process, waiting for the sprouting of magic. This is an inhuman characteristic, and it also means that he can start to break into the next realm.

This time there was no one coming from the Hidden Sect to fight with him.

Even if he couldn't take shortcuts, it didn't matter. Lu Mingfei was not intolerant of loneliness. He sat facing the wall with his eyes slightly closed, just like the old monk entering meditation, and like a silkworm chrysalis hiding in the mud, waiting for the day when he would turn into a butterfly.

March passed by so quickly.

With the coming of spring, all things on earth are growing.

A sound of thunder causes willows to sprout new buds.

The seed broke through the soil, spread out green buds, grew into a big tree, and bloomed red flowers.

Gods are born from supernatural beings, not humans.

Lu Mingfei, who was like a stone statue, moved, his eyelids trembled, and he sensed himself, and enlightenment came to his heart. He knew that this god was called an emperor, and had the power to control all fires. It was said that he was worthy of being a Norton god, and he had never fallen. He became known as the King of Bronze and Fire.

I don’t know if other monarchs embark on the path of martial arts, what kind of miracles they will achieve when they are not human.

Such thoughts passed away in a flash, and Lu Mingfei had already begun to consolidate his cultivation and make further progress.

From the non-human to the outer gang, combine the strength with the supernatural, weed out the old and bring out the new, and then supplement it with the effect of nourishing the mind to transform the spirit, waiting for sublimation. Like the carp leaping over the dragon gate, it means breaking into the outer gang and establishing a domain. Lay a solid foundation for reaching the sky.

This is different from refining his body to the point of inhumanity. At that time, he had a high level of martial arts attainments to rely on, and he was able to advance with great success and have no worries.

When non-human beings come to Waigang, the combination of supernatural powers and strength is easy to say, but for Lu Mingfei, it is just a matter of chance.

Orchid fire, red gold fire, cold white fire, and big sun fire.

And there is fire in stone, fire in jade, fire in gold and iron, and fire hidden in ice.

A fire arose in the blink of an eye, and as soon as I thought about it, the huge bronze room turned into a sea of ​​fire. As far as the eye could see, there were all kinds of fires, and in the center of everything was the young man in Panxi. No matter how terrifying the flame was, Be docile and docile before him. He is the emperor, the lord of fire.

In just a blink of an eye, all fires are extinguished.

After that comes the method of nourishing the mind.

Calligraphy and painting require pen and ink, but Lu Mingfei took care of it. He used pen and fire instead of ink, and bronze as rice paper, and he indulged in it.

But the problem is also arising here.

Once he started practicing the method of cultivating his mind, his progress suddenly slowed down. This was something Lu Mingfei had never experienced before. The progress of cultivating his mind was like a snail crawling, and even got stuck occasionally, and then regressed, which made people helpless.

Lu Mingfei was not in a hurry. He had expected such a situation. He just practiced the method of cultivating his mind step by step. After painting this wall, he moved on to the next wall, not sparing the bottom and top. He was immersed in the world of calligraphy and painting, unable to extricate himself, forgetting In order to eat and forget about other things, his energy and blood declined and he became thinner day by day, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, as bright as stars.

January, February, March...

One year, two years, three years...

Ten thousand miles of wind and moon also have an end.

The same goes for spiritual practice.

When Lu Mingfei stood in front of Waigang, a hundred years had passed.

Maybe two hundred years.

He was so thin, covered with skin and bones, and his shiny black hair was as dry as weeds. Only his eyes reminded others that he was still alive and not dead.

Take another step and you'll reach Waigang.