Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 139 Your Name
"Outsider skills!"

, Lu Mingfei yelled with a sullen face.

"Is there any mistake, old man, I just practiced my body, okay, what kind of foreign skills are I learning!"

There was a sharp cracking sound.

At the same time, there was a distressed look of the teenager jumping and screaming in pain.

The iron tower-like master was smoking wicker, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Senior Brother Lu, Senior Brother Lu."

The little junior sister gently rubbed him twice to relieve the pain.

Using the sound transmission method, the girl's helpless voice rang in Lu Mingfei's ears.

"Don't say a few words, Senior Brother Lu."

"The master must have his reasons for doing this."

Lu Mingfei curled his lips, and finally stood still with his head down.

"Master, master!"

The little junior sister jumped up and down lively, her pretty eyes also turned into crescent moons.

"Just now you said that the Kunpeng shape in the hundred shapes of beasts!"

"The world is extremely fast, and you can even walk in the sky in the depths, and then and then!"

The tower-like man sighed insignificantly, and then gave Lu Mingfei another hard look.

"Didn't you ask me why I want to teach Waigang Juxue?"

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but was preempted by his junior sister.

"Senior Brother Lu, he is just curious, master, don't worry about it, old man."

The master shook his head.

There was a look of remembrance on his face.

The little junior sister pursed her lips, stood obediently, and pulled the corner of Lu Mingfei's clothes by the way, and stopped talking.

"I have a special method here."

"Using this method, even non-human beings, or even body training, can also drive the unique art of opening the outer gang."

"Wow!"

Lu Mingfei exclaimed.

"It's so handsome!"

The master glanced at him lightly.

Lu Mingfei immediately lowered his head and shut up.

The little junior sister secretly winked at him.

Lu Mingfei smiled again.

"However, if you use this method, you will die."

This time, Lu Mingfei was not the only one who was shocked.

The little junior sister also stared wide-eyed.

"I will... die!"

Lu Mingfei exclaimed.

"Isn't that the same life as heaven and earth!"

Wait for the two children to calm down.

Master Fang said slowly.

"It's too arbitrary to say that you will definitely die. Warriors have different physiques and different cultivation bases. Using this method to display the unique skills of the outer gang will naturally pay different prices."

He gave an example casually.

"If a warrior who is not at the pinnacle of humanity forcibly displays the unique skills of the outer gang, as long as he is promoted to the outer gang in a short period of time, he will be fine."

"Oh, that."

Lu Mingfei nodded in understanding.

But he didn't notice that the little junior sister at the side lowered her eyes and hid her eyes.

"The premise is that this non-human has only used one unique skill."

The master said softly.

Lu Mingfei didn't understand, what if this non-human used many unique skills?
The master didn't say anything.

He just looked at Lu Mingfei.

"Your boy has a special constitution, and this method can barely be used."

"I!"

Lu Mingfei pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Why should I learn this! Old man, you have said it all, you will die if you use it!"

"First of all, it doesn't have to be dead."

said the master.

"With your kid's physique, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"Not yet."

Lu Mingfei muttered.

"Secondly."

The master was speechless for a long time.

Lu Mingfei felt strange, so he looked up.

He was stunned.

Lu Mingfei had never seen such a look in his master's eyes.

Complex, in addition to complex, there is no word to describe it.

Just listen to this man.

"In a person's life, there are always things that have to be done."

"It's worth the sacrifice of your life."

"If at this juncture, there is a lack of strength."

"It's better to die."

After saying that, he took a deep look at Lu Mingfei.

"Let me ask you again, this method, whether you learn it or not."

will die!

It's a narrow escape!

There is a chance of life or something, if I run into it, the probability of [-]/[-] is not small.

There is only one life!

One thought after another seemed to explode Lu Mingfei's mind.

If it was a manga, he would probably be smoking from an overloaded head right now.

You see, it’s better not to learn it, it’s so dangerous, and if you die, you will lose everything.

Lu Mingfei tried hard to convince himself.

But the master's look was still lingering in his mind.

Will there be?
he asked himself.

Something more important than life.

No matter how you think about it, such a plot like the hot-blooded Wang Daoman can never happen to me.

But ah, but.

What if?
In case one day, I don't have enough strength.

It's too sad.

"Say yes, there is a chance."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and scratched his face, full of confusion.

"Still, let's learn."

He suddenly asked cautiously.

"Body training, it can also be used."

There was a momentary smile in the master's eyes.

Faint, very slight, but full of relief.

"As long as you are not afraid of death, you can use it as you like."

"That's it."

Lu Mingfei heaved a sigh of relief.

…………

In the noisy restaurant, there was a sudden gust of wind.

Chen Wenwen's white skirt was blown almost torn.

While arranging his hairstyle, Zhao Menghua blocked Chen Wenwen with his body, cursing.

"Who opened the window? It's so windy, I'm going to die!"

But this gust of wind is no longer to the extent that opening the windows can cause.

Some people think of dandelions from a few years ago.

It was a typhoon that almost submerged the entire city.

But how is it possible!

They are eating in a restaurant.

Typhoon blowing in the restaurant?
What a joke.

The students of Shilan Middle School whispered to each other, looked around amidst the messy cups and dishes in the room, curious about what happened.

The dishes on five thousand and one tables were scattered all over the floor and no one cared.

The noise of discussions almost toppled the ceiling.

In the chaotic situation, only one person remained calm.

Su Xiaoqian.

The girl sat motionless on the chair, out of tune with her surroundings.

She looked into the distance through the open window.

The boy's words seemed to still echo in his ears.

At that time she asked Lu Mingfei what Wu is, and if possible, Su Xiaoqiang wanted to ask the boy to show it.

But before the words came out, Lu Mingfei said softly.

"Divine Beast with Hundred Shapes: Kunpeng."

what is this?
Just as questions like this came to mind, a gust of wind suddenly blew up on the spot.

Before Su Xiaoqiang could react.

The entire hall was in chaos like a typhoon passing through.

The tableware and dishes shattered to the ground.

The tables, chairs and benches were rattling and crumbling.

And girls screaming, boys shouting.

Only she, Su Xiaoqiang, sat and stood quietly.

Perhaps she is the only one who knows what happened.

The teenager who was sitting next to her a minute ago.

The young man who confidently said "kung fu is the best".

Missed.

"Kunpeng."

Su Xiaoqiang murmured.

…………

"what is that!"

The potato chip girl propped her hands on the bed, her face almost touching the screen of the laptop.

She stared at the picture displayed on the screen.

A red dot jumped down from the seventh floor of the Regent Hotel with a desperate momentum.

But he didn't die as expected.

he!
he!
He is actually advancing!

"How did you do it!"

"Have you grown wings yet?"

"Master Lu hasn't landed yet!"

One question after another spewed out like a machine gun.

Potato Chip Girl's eyes widened.

She turned over and jumped out of bed, galloped like flying on the carpet with her bare feet, and pushed open the door of the study.

Here, a row of computer mainframes are arranged like a honeycomb, and the momentum of a large number of fans running together is comparable to that of a thousand horses. She is the commander of this army.

Throwing herself into the computer chair in three or two steps, Potato Chip Girl turned around due to inertia, and she didn't waste the process. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard of the notebook quickly. When she stopped, there was a matrix of 36 sets of display screens connected in series on the front.

She scrolled up the notebook.

The server behind it starts up.

The fan was blowing like hell.

The screen flickers on the display.

From the seventh-floor window of the Regent Hotel.

To the camera of a supermarket chain ten meters away.

Speed ​​camera 54 meters away.

"Damn!"

She cursed.

"Which bastard dares to steal authority from my old lady!"

Potato Chip Girl's ten fingers almost knocked out sparks on the keyboard.

If it weren't for this special equipment, with her mixed-race power, it might have already been declared useless.

"Can't grab it!"

Potato Chip Girl looked up to the sky and cried out in grief.

The next second, she rubbed her face desperately.

"The information is almost there."

The matrix module of the display screen is constantly playing the monitoring screen that she finally snatched.

It has been set to the slowest and slowest.

There are almost only pixels visible to the naked eye left on the screen.

In view of the camera accuracy of the terminal equipment, it is the limit to be able to reach this level.

But not enough.Far from enough.

The server is almost overloaded at full power.

Chip girls don't count on them either.

Lean all your weight on the back of the chair.

She faces a matrix of 36 display screens.

Light up the golden pupil.

Then came the solemn face.

All the pictures were gathered in her mind, arranged, and then deduced.

This is a more terrifying computing power than the server group in the entire room.

No.

Even if it is a supercomputer, it is still unknown whether it can compare with her calculation ability at this moment.

Not just anyone can help the boss manage the accounts!
Omitted pixels are patched, filled, and rendered.

The pictures that were no different from mosaics quickly became clear.

Until she saw it.

that boy.

Eldest young master.

Lu Mingfei.

He jumped down from the seventh floor.

Then in the air, stepped on a foot!
Not walls.

Not the pavement.

It's air!
He actually got a Maybach by stomping on the air, no, the formula, no!
There is no car that can compare with the speed of the boy at this moment.

"What is this..."

The potato chip girl murmured.

"What monster!"

From hotels to churches.

The wind blows from the ground.

The trees on the green belt rattled.

Banners with yellow characters on a red background flying up high with the clearance price.

Girls in short skirts screamed and crouched in May weather.

No one knows what is causing all this.

On the other side of the world, Los Angeles, Cassel College.

Principal's office.

The sun was shining outside the window, and Angers, who was forcibly called up by Norma from the black tea time, was expressionless, quietly staring at the red dots that were fast moving on the display.

Nothing can stop this red dot.

Speeding at a speed beyond human imagination.

Human beings have developed into a miracle in the 21st century. The jungle named reinforced concrete is under his feet, like walking on the ground.

At some point, Angers pulled out his jackknife.

This weapon has accompanied him for nearly a hundred years.

Flying and churning between the five fingers of the old man.

He bowed his head.

The blade of the jackknife reflected a pair of burning golden pupils.

"S-class?"

some dark space.

Wutian Wudi has no beginning and no end.

Unexpected.

A cold woman asked.

"That is?"

The old man answered with a smile.

"The Promised One."

…………

church.

The artist hummed a song, while adjusting the paint, patiently recalling the pre-prepared drawings.

Speaking of which, he prefers to call it a draft.

After all, the real work begins at this moment.

Suddenly, he heard a loud bang from the direction of the church door.

Then there was a sharp piercing sound from far to near.

what happened?

The man turned his head and looked curiously.

At this moment, he heard the girl's weak voice.

"You...you are here."

Then a boy answered.

"Well, here I am."

The man blinked strangely.

people?
How come there are still people?

he thought suspiciously.

In order to clean up a quiet enough creative environment, didn't I kill all the staff?
The man turned his head to look.

In front of seeing his material, there was a young man who was outstanding.

His presence is so strong.

It seems that where it stands is the center of this world.

Everyone should turn their attention to him.

This is what it should be.

The boy gently stroked the girl's drooping face.

At this moment, blood is bleeding, corpses are scattered all over the field, as reflected in the setting sun, the man in black armor maintains his independence.

The painter is almost suffocated.

what is this?
hallucination?
How could there be such a realistic hallucination!
Hypnotized?

He didn't find out.

He just glanced at the back of the boy in front of him.

I was already stiff and sweating profusely.

It's like a fox can't move when it sees a tiger.

The truth is this.

No matter how cunning or rampant you are, the fox.

Seeing a tiger is nothing more than death.

The boy looked back.

The painter backed away hastily.

Suddenly fell to the ground.

His eyes widened.

To the point where the eyeballs almost pop out.

The corners of the eyes burst, and the whites of the eyes were bloodshot, turning blue.

He stared at the boy's golden pupils.

calm.

Chilling calm.

The man suddenly laughed wildly.

He pointed at the boy.

Laughing until his whole body shook, his fingers trembling.

"what!"

"I thought something was wrong!"

"turn out to be……"

"It turns out that you are also a descendant of a god!"

"Really!"

"Scared to death, scared to death."

"I'll just say it."

"It's just the words of mortals, how could it scare me."

"They are also descendants of gods, so it makes sense!"

Men chatter.

He said while wiping the sweat from his brow.

Hands are still shaking.

The man laughed and laughed, laughed and laughed, like a neurotic, laughing non-stop.

Lu Mingfei came, stopped in front of him, and looked down at him condescendingly.

Quietly looking at the crazy appearance of the man.

"Is it because of the eyes?"

Lu Mingfei said.

"Your so-called descendant of the gods."

The man nodded convulsively.

The smile is exaggerated.

He turned over on both hands and feet, and knelt down in front of Lu Mingfei, his forehead touching the ground.

"Ah, I feel it!"

"Your noble lineage!"

"A great existence!"

"Please allow me, a humble reptile, to offer my devotion!"

Lu Mingfei looked at the man quietly.

Suddenly, he sighed.

"Bloodline?"

Lu Mingfei chewed the word carefully.

Inexplicably laughed.

"It turns out that you respect a person."

"Not because of knowledge, quality, character, or principles."

"Rather, blood."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"It's so sad."

He put his hands on the man's head.

"You said we are, descendants of the gods."

The man nodded tremblingly.

Lu Mingfei blinked.

said with a chuckle.

"Then, she, and the people outside, are what you call mortals."

The man raised his head cautiously, showing a flattering smile like a dog.

"It's mortal things, my honorable highness."

"All things, not people."

"Your noble mouth speaks such dirty and despicable words, those mortals should be honored to die."

Lu Mingfei closed.

He took a deep, deep breath.

""me.

He said.

"I hate self-righteous guys like you the most."

The man's face froze.

There is an irresistible mighty force descending.

His body, skin, muscle tissue, nerves and even every cell.

All wailing.

Lu Mingfei's hand slowly, slowly, like the sky tilting like a landslide, pressing down inch by inch.

"Killing is easy."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Man is such a fragile creature after all."

"It's not that I haven't seen torture."

"But, well, let's put it this way."

He is as relaxed as a friend chatting.

"Have you ever seen a powder?"

"Crush a biscuit into powder, it's very simple."

"Kneading a stone into powder takes a little effort."

"As for people..."

"Oh, sorry."

"Almost forgot, you are not human."

Lu Mingfei smiled apologetically.

"Dear Mr. Godborn."

Although the Kunpeng shape is said to be extremely fast in the world, don't think that its power is weak.

At any rate, he is a master of the outside world, and his personality is here. No matter how good the painter is, he is only an A-level mixed race, and he is not a purebred dragon, a descendant of a god?Ah.

Very fast, less than 1 minute.

Lu Mingfei withdrew his hand.

He looked curiously at the puddle on the ground.

"what the hell."

"It turns out that if you kill the descendants of the gods, you don't give them explosive equipment."

Lu Mingfei walked towards the girl.

"Hey, don't sleep."

He smiled.

"Wake up, let's go eat barbecue."

"Drink."

The girl hung her head, quietly as if she was asleep.

It also seems to be dead.

Lu Mingfei suppressed his smile bit by bit.

In the end, there was only a calm, indifferent face without any expression left.

"It's so lonely."

His sudden breath dissipated into a white mist.

Lu Mingfei called out. .

"Hey, little devil."

"Here I am."

Lu Mingze walked solemnly from the darkness.

He stood beside Lu Mingfei, looking sadly at Lu Mingfei's side face.

"I'm sorry, brother."

Lu Mingfei smiled slightly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"sad?"

"What's so sad about it?"

The little devil's eyes became even sadder.

"Don't look like you're about to cry."

"She's not dead, is she?"

"If brother is talking about brain death, it is true."

"That's fine."

Lu Mingfei went to see Lu Mingze.

"I remember what you said."

"That spirit of speech."

"As long as you have one breath, you can save people."

Lu Mingze lowered his eyes.

"Ah."

He answered.

Before Lu Mingfei could breathe a sigh of relief.

Just listen to the little devil continue.

"But brother, you can't."

"why?"

"Personality."

Lu Mingze sighed sadly.

"You haven't used the authority of this word-speaking spirit yet."

"Bronze and fire..."

The little devil shook his head.

"not enough"

"Brother, it's not enough."

"unless."

The little devil ignited the golden pupil.

He and Lu Mingfei looked at each other.

"Let's trade."

"elder brother."

"Exchange your life for authority."

"A quarter is enough."

Lu Mingfei thought about it seriously.

He smiled.

Rub the little devil's hair vigorously.

"Almost let your kid succeed."

"I, I won't be fooled."

Lu Mingfei took out the bronze mask.

The original mask had only two cracks.

At this moment, they are criss-crossed and densely packed.

The little devil frowned.

"Brother, did you use his strength to rush over?"

"Ah, I don't want to either."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"Yan Luo took the initiative to help me bear the price, it really is."

"but."

"It's thanks to him that he survived."

Lu Mingfei sighed.

"It's just that I will trouble you next time."

The little devil seemed to understand something.

He hesitated.

Finally said something.

"Is it worth it?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Lu Mingfei put on a mask.

"I still owe her 2000 yuan."

"The creditor is gone, and I'm in trouble."

He walks up to the girl.

"and."

"Fate is something that needs to be changed by others."

"It's too sad."

"I don't have the habit of bowing to fate."

Behind the back, the little devil laughed.

"That's right."

"Come on, brother."

Field lifted.

Lu Mingfei, no, it's Yan Luo.

He cupped the girl's face.

Look directly into her eyes.

The cold and harsh voice was like an order from a god.

He said.

"do not die!"

Something great and terrible has happened.

Just this moment.

Shards of bronze fell on the girl's face.

Her eyelids quivered slightly.

…………

Hey.

Boundless black.

The girl sits here.

He opened his eyes.

See a familiar room.

She sat in a corner with her knees folded.

In front of the desk by the window, a girl in a white dress lowered her head to write.

The warm sunlight shone on her young side face, giving it a jade-like luster.

so beautiful.

The network management girl stared at the girl in front of the window obsessively.

It was me many years ago.

Sure enough, before people die, will they recall the past?

She suddenly thought of something and opened her eyes wide.

As she expected, soon, his voice sounded outside the window.

The girl who was writing raised her head in surprise, and jumped to the window like a deer.

She saw a boy with broken hair riding a bicycle and waved at her.

The boy smiled brightly, shining brightly in the sun.

He calls her name.

"Xiaoya."

　PS: The webmaster girl is Xiaoya.

　　This is not a divine turning point, there are many foreshadowings.

　　For example, when Lu Mingfei asked the webmaster girl Changmao who was Xiaoya?

　　The girl said the guy was dead.

　　Later, when they were eating barbecue, the girl said.

　　A person is dead, but still walking in the world, what is it?
　　Meaning, she is someone who died once.

　　Under the purple wristband is a scar.

　　There are some similar foreshadowings.

　　The next chapter is Memories.

　　If anyone is afraid to read it, you can skip it.

　　I'm a little sad.

　　In short, the girl will survive.

　　No one will die anymore.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)