Final priesthood

I saw two figures walking towards the door of the martial arts hall.

The leader is a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair and black eyes, handsome appearance, and a faint air of superiority in his movements.

"Is this the lord you are talking about?"

The middle-aged man named Liao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the peregrine falcon.

Youji ignored him, but bowed his head respectfully and said hello to the visitor.

The middle-aged man surnamed Liao noticed the red bear mark printed on the left chest of the person following the young man, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Before coming here, he had thought that the person Huang Xiong was looking for was probably a red bear-level figure. The high-ranking Huangxiong figures he could come into contact with outside Xia Bang were almost at the red bear level.

But looking at his current posture, he was probably not the son of a big shot above the red bear level, who came to him to learn how to shoot.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man named Liao felt relaxed.

Being young also means that he is easy to fool around. It seems that his teaching this trip will be much easier than he expected.

The young man quickly walked up to the middle-aged man surnamed Liao. Seeing that he had a gentle temper, he smiled politely at him.

The middle-aged man surnamed Liao responded with a slightly reserved fist and cupped his fists.

"Mr. Liao Yu Liao is the president of the Southeast Spearmanship Association, the vice president of the Xiaguo Spearmanship Association, and the vice chairman of the Xiaguoleng Weapon Fighting Association..

An ancient martial arts master who uses his spear to convey his true meaning, a true master of spear skills. "

Youji came up and quickly introduced the identity of the middle-aged man named Liao to Lu Yuan.

The latter smiled when he heard this and said nothing, but there was a hint of pride in his brows.

"I have long admired my great name."

Lu Yuan smiled and nodded at the middle-aged man named Liao, and then asked the strong red bear man beside him in a low voice: "What are the conditions for inviting you here?"

The red bear brawny man quickly replied: "This Liao Yu's youngest son wants to compete for the position in the Eastern Conference this year, but the advantage among several candidates is not obvious. I promise to say hello to the Eastern Conference for him."

"oh."

Lu Yuan nodded and said nothing, but raised his eyes and looked Liao Yu up and down.

Liao Yu looks like he is in his early forties from the outside, but his actual age may be older. After all, fighters have strong bodies, abundant energy and blood, and their bodies age much more slowly than ordinary people.

In his hand, he held a cold-weapon spear with a lead-gray body and a silver-white tip. His whole body seemed to be integrated with the spear, which was quite impressive.

This was the first time for Lu Yuan to see such a fighter who specializes in cold weapon martial arts.

Whether official or private, there are very few cold weapon fighting competitions, so warriors who specialize in cold weapons are considered a niche group even in the ancient martial arts world.

After all, this is a society ruled by law, and cannons and mechas are rampant. You can practice boxing and kicking and compete in competitions to become famous.

Practicing cold weapons is really useless.

It's hard to believe that some people can persevere and even enter the true artistic conception.

"What kind of marksmanship did Mr. Liao learn? What school did he inherit?"

Lu Yuan asked.

Liao Yu said calmly: "There is no school, just family tradition. The marksmanship is called bloody battle, with a total of one hundred and thirty-two styles and thousands of variations."

"A bloody battle? It sounds like marksmanship honed on the battlefield."

"Liao's ancestors had generals.

"amazing."

Lu Yuan nodded, ended the simple greetings, and said to Liao Yu: "Mr. Liao, you can start now. I will first learn Mr. Liao's bloody battle marksmanship."

Liao Yu's expression confirmed, and then he saw the Peregrine Falcon and the strong red bear man beside Lu Yuan taking a few steps back.

Liao Yu frowned slightly and said: "Let's change it to someone else, a swordsman has no eyes...

"It doesn't matter."

Lu Yuan interrupted Liao Yu's words, shook his head and said: "Mr. Liao, feel free to use it. The damage caused by cold weapons here is not irreparable."

Liao Yu's eyes flickered and he said, "Then I'll change the gun."

"Need not."

Lu Yuan returned lightly.

Liao Yu's face darkened, his eyes narrowed slightly, a faint aura was gathering in his body and he suddenly chuckled. The spear in his hand came out like a swimming dragon, its extremely sharp edge approaching Lu Yuan's door.

"Buzz——"

Lu Yuan stood there calmly, without any fluctuation on his face.

The tip of a silver-white spear hovered silently less than an inch between his eyebrows, vibrating crazily at an ultra-high frequency.

The red bear brawny man and You Ji frowned as they looked on, subconsciously wanting to step forward, but Lu Yuan raised his hand to stop them.

"Mr. Liao, can we officially start now?"

At this time, Liao Yu was also very serious.

His shot test showed that no matter how strong Lu Yuan was, at least his character that remained unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain was far beyond the vast majority of skilled fighters.

It was worth...him taking action.

"Then you have to be careful."

Liao Yu spoke softly, and when he said the last word, the ending sound suddenly lengthened.

Then his body twisted, and the spear hanging in front of Lu Yuan quickly retracted, and then he stabbed out at a faster speed than before. "Du Yi Yi"

There was a dull sound like it was being punched into a thick wooden board.

Lu Yuan lowered his head slightly and watched as the spear in Liao Yu's hand was stabbed below his left sternum. The tip of the spear was firmly resisted by the powerful physique tempered by 22 points of physical fitness and various horizontal martial arts, and could not move forward even an inch.

Woolen cloth...

Liao Yu was stunned for a moment, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. Although he didn't use all his strength just now, the force of the gun was several tons. In addition, the long gun in his hand was made of super alloy and the gun head was made of high-strength concrete. Dunzi, this time it was able to pierce and pierce Lu Yuan's skin.

Just kidding?

"Xinwu?"

Liao Yu reacted quickly.

Lu Yuan didn't answer, just smiled.

Liao Yu was completely relieved.

No wonder the person in front of him was so young that he dared to try his gun. It turned out that he had been transplanted with a new defensive weapon.

Then there is really no need for him to hold back.

Thinking about it, a cold light flashed in Liao Yu's eyes, and the spear in his hand danced, and a rich white light of power bloomed on his arms and spear.

In an instant, he shook his hands and thrust out hundreds or thousands of spears.

The spear tore through the air, emitting a dense and sharp whistle, and transformed into numerous gun shadows, pouring down like a violent storm.

Lu Yuan did not dodge, but stood still.

He watched as the clothes on his upper body made of ordinary materials blossomed and shattered like snowflakes under Liao Yu's gun skills.

Revealing the almost perfect contours of the muscles underneath.

A large number of dense red spots appeared on his chest, then quickly disappeared and then appeared again.

At first, Lu Yuan felt no pain or itching, but later he gradually felt a stinging sensation.

A certain moment.

"Pfft one one"

The skin was broken somewhere where the tip of the spear had been poked dozens or even hundreds of times, and a drop of blood seeped out.

"Cold weapons indeed have their advantages. Such ordinary strength and ordinary strength can actually hurt me.

If it were fists and kicks, it would be impossible.

Lu Yuan blinked, and then took a breath.

At that moment, his body expanded slightly, and nine blood lines shot out from his chest, wrapping into a dragon shape.

The golden martial power rushed out, and in just half a breath, his whole body was dyed into a brilliant golden color.

The next second, the sound of Liao Yu's gun hitting Zhong Luyuan immediately turned into

"Ding-ding-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang.

It was like the sound of a bullet being bounced off a metal plate.

Liao Yu, who was drawing the gun, shook his hands, and even the speed of the gun slowed down by a minute. His face instantly showed a look of strong shock and disbelief.

The voice also became high-pitched and deformed.

"Tiangang Balie... Amitabha Golden Clothes.

"Are you... pure martial arts?!"

Lu Yuan has now seen on the [Fighter] panel, Iv3 [Amitabha Golden Clothes], Iv2 [Tiangang Ba Lie] and lv2 [Cassock Skill]

The experience points of several horizontal training martial arts are increasing rapidly.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, with a sense of unexpected joy.

So he stepped forward and directly faced Liao Yu's spear.

"Mr. Liao's marksmanship is very good, but unfortunately his strength is a bit soft, which makes it difficult...

Liao Yu recovered from the brief shock and confusion. Hearing Lu Yuan's words, he gritted his teeth and the light of strength in his body became even stronger.

He shouted loudly: "A bloody battle with thousands of armies!"

"boom!"

If Liao Yu's marksmanship before was like a violent storm, then now, it's like a storm!

In the huge martial arts hall, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of spears piercing the air.

The dense shadow of the gun in front of Liao Yu seemed to turn into a raging black tide, swallowing up most of Lu Yuan's body. Only the occasional golden light and the continuous jingling sound proved Lu Yuan's existence.

Under Liao Yu's clothes, the muscles of his arms were knotted and veins were protruding. Sweat was pouring down his face and back, and his face was a little grim.

At this time, he had forgotten that this was just a simple gun test, and there was almost only one thought left in his mind to pierce his defenses one by one!

Pierce his defenses...

"Ding!"

An extremely clear sound sounded, the gun shadows all over the sky disappeared, and the continuous clanking sound disappeared.

Liao Yu paused in holding the gun. After a moment of mistake, joy and hope gradually appeared on his face.

Broken. Broken the defense?

However, the next second.

He looked stunned.

Lu Yuan, who was naked from the waist up, covered with a faint golden light, with nine streaks of blood on his chest and no trace of scars on his body, raised his right hand. The index and middle fingers of his right hand came together and gently held the tip of his spear. He shook his head with disappointment and sighed: "Mr. Liao's marksmanship does not look like it was honed on the battlefield, it looks more like it was performed on the stage..."

Is Mr. Liao here just for fun? "

"Woolen cloth.."

Liao Yu looked dull for several seconds.

The next moment, a great feeling of humiliation and anger emerged from his face.

"Shut up!"

Liao Yu almost shouted this.

Lu Yuan quietly let go and let Liao Yu take back the spear. His eyes were clear and there was a hint of expectation.

Liao Yu's violent thrusts just now caused his experience points in several horizontal martial arts to skyrocket, ranging from dozens to hundreds of experience points.

Regardless of anything else, Liao Yu is worth keeping because of his role in assisting cultivation.

And he deliberately used sarcastic words, as if he was forcing the other party to come up with some special tricks.

"hiss--

Liao Yu took a deep breath like a whale sucking water, retracted his spear, held it behind his back with one hand, and pointed it at Lu Yuan in a gesture that looked like throwing.

"Wow——"

A wave of true meaning spread out from his body, quickly forming a blurry shadow of a warrior wearing an armored stomach above his head.

And Liao Yu's whole body was filled with a decisive and tragic aura. At this moment, Lu Yuan felt a sting between his eyebrows, as if he was locked by something extremely sharp.

Even the faces of Red Bear Strong Man and Peregrine Falcon, who were standing aside to watch the battle, changed a bit.

There was no trace of nervousness in Lu Yuan's eyes, but the light was getting brighter and brighter.

Lest Liao Yu wake up from his rage and let this killer move fail, Lu Yuan simply added more fire and laughed loudly: "Mr. Liao's move is not bad, it looks a bit like a circus trick." .

"kill!"

The blood in Liao Yu's eyes surged, and he let out a low drink. His shoulder shook and the arm holding the gun seemed to disappear.

Immediately afterwards, something seemed to explode violently in the huge martial arts hall, and an invisible barrier was broken.

No one could clearly see the trajectory of the spear cutting through the air, only a "buzz" was heard.

An extremely thick and heavy aura rose from the ground and spread quickly, as if a majestic wave suddenly came and weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Liao Yu's mind immediately returned to clarity the moment the spear was pierced, and he realized that he had actually used the decisive move in his family's marksmanship.

The person used to deal with it was still a certain big shot with extremely noble status.

His face suddenly changed wildly.

But before he could panic for long, the expression on his face immediately froze and froze.

In front of him, he saw a young man with an upright posture clasping his hands together and holding his spear tightly to his chest.

The barrel of the spear was still trembling.

Two deep ravines were plowed under the young man's feet, seven or eight meters long, and large swaths of floor masonry rolled up.

And behind him...

A full 15 meters high, like a black magic mountain, the true meaning of an elephant-headed figure is suspended, constantly exuding a terrifying aura like rolling mountains.

Liao Yu made a "plop" sound, and he fell to his knees under the terrible pressure due to exhaustion.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him that was beyond his cognitive scope, his Adam's apple twitching, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

A voice slowly sounded in the air that seemed to have become stagnant.

"What's this move called?"

Liao Yu slowly turned his head with a dull expression, and he saw that the young man standing under the majestic Elephant Man's true intention had raised his face.

His eyes were burning, and there was an inexplicable look on his handsome face.

Liao Yu subconsciously replied: "It's a desperate move."

"not good."

Lu Yuan slowly held the spear in his palm, narrowed his eyes, and said word by word: "It should be called... the first move!"

"I will learn this trick from Mr. Liao."