Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 212 Little devil, long time no see
Insomnia is out of control.

Lu Mingfei considered the gap between dragon personality and human personality at the beginning of creating the method. It would take time for Chu Zihang to grow up, so he set a gate for the sleepless method. The battle will end before Chu Zihang can't continue, so as to prevent his spirit from collapsing in the endless cycle of death.

But at this moment, the gate is gone.

The current situation is actually that the evil spirits in the inner world work together with the dense fog, and they react with Chu Zihang's sleepless method. The turbulent emotions of the world Silent Hill.

One is the evil spirit, which was originally born from the anger of the pure-blooded dragons, and the other is the thick fog, which is essentially the manifested pain of Shirley, who is the hub of the sealing matrix.

With these two as the foundation, the sleepless method has undergone a change. At this moment, Chu Zihang can no longer stop if he wants to.

1410.

what should I do?
Chu Zihang thought.

There is no doubt that he is a natural hunter with a dragon personality, and his fighting intuition is terrifying. The skills Chu Zihang learned in the Children's Palace, Kassel, and even Lu Mingfei are very good for him with a dragon personality. Said, but the icing on the cake, even if he abandons all this, he is far from being the dragon's own opponent.

It must be admitted that dragons are a race born for war, at least Chu Zihang in the dragon state is like this.

His talent is already strong enough, and using the same fighting skills as Chu Zihang's is nothing more than a cat-and-mouse play mentality. After all, Chu Zihang's learning and training have also been experienced by him as a dragon. Knowing his opponent better than himself, it's like swinging a sword against the water without hurting your reflection at all, only the splash of water makes you drenched and embarrassed.

More than a thousand times of death, even Chu Zihang never forced the dragon himself to use the second move.

This disparity is like nine heavens like an abyss, and everyone feels desperate.

Chu Zihang did not.

He recalled all Lu Mingfei's words.

Martial arts has never been an unchanging dogma, it is alive, it has its own life, and it will show completely different states when facing different enemies. The same set of martial arts has a different style in the hands of different martial artists. Wu, what you do is the way, and the kung fu in your hands is nothing more than the appearance of all these.

Remember, every battle is practice.

Chu Zihang recalled the fight since the death fight.

It is said that actual combat is the best and fastest way to increase combat experience.

Then what actual combat can be more effective than death?
Chu Zihang has used his body to taste the battle from the dragon personality. He has used more than a thousand deaths as a textbook. Now looking back, it is time to absorb the nutrients contained in it.

1428.

1432
1457
It was the first time that the dragon's village rain had crossed the chest without piercing the heart.

He survived.

The following claws tore the boy's throat like lightning.

Before his consciousness fell into absolute darkness, Chu Zihang looked at himself in the green scale mask.

This is just the beginning.

1491
Cun Yu and Cun Yu collided, the boys approached each other's faces, the two were so close, their scorching breath hit each other's faces.

For the first time, parry.

The arm covered with green scales provided endless power like an engine, and he who was a dragon waved his hand lightly, and Chu Zihang flew away like a kite with a broken string.

This is an absolute force gap.

The mayfly shakes the tree, and the arm of the mantis acts as a cart.

He is the mayfly, the praying mantis.

so what.

Chu Zihang slammed heavily into the rainstorm, and every drop of rain that fell from the sky was as heavy as a thousand weights. The monster with the same face as him lowered his head, and a flash of lightning split the night, casting his silhouette, like It is a statue standing in the night.

The silhouette disappeared in the next second.

Nose tip to nose tip.

Chu Zihang felt the rough hardness of the dragon's green scales

And those burning golden pupils.

The boy didn't say anything similar to "I will kill you", he just quietly looked at the dragon himself, waiting for another death.

But death, did not come.

Qinglin's sharp claws grabbed Chu Zihang's throat.

The torrential rain hit the boy on the face, making him unable to open his eyes, but Chu Zihang still stubbornly looked at the monster. The dragon personality raised his arms inch by inch. The momentum of thousands of troops marching alone, they are determined to kill together. ,

This is him, whether it is a dragon personality or a human personality, it is him, Chu Zihang.

If one thing is determined, it must be done.

A stubborn, stinky kid.

The sharp claws loosened, and Chu Zihang threw it on the ground like a rag bag. The boy coughed twice, turned over quickly and stood up, he shook his head, his bangs were already wet by the heavy rain, if Finger or Lu Mingfei were here Maybe there will be a "Please don't be so realistic".

But he won't.

Chu Zihang was ready to fight again.

As a dragon, he shook the village rain, and the water droplets he threw out were like marbles. He looked indifferently at the fragile and incompetent self that belonged to the human personality. It is also secretly acquiescing, after all, this method, in the final analysis, is not only Chu Zihang's opportunity, but also his opportunity.

If he devours human personality and is the last surviving being, then there will probably be another terrifying creature in this world.

The torrential rain gradually subsided.

The draconic he backed away, sank into the darkness, and disappeared.

The boy was alone on the highway.

It's over.

No.

is suspended.

Chu Zihang realized something.

When the sleepless method is promoted to the stage of death fight, the battle with the dragon personality will run through the boy every night from now on.

well.

Chu Zihang thought.

He closed his eyes silently.

Although he didn't know why the dragon himself retreated suddenly this time, he could feel that just a thousand deaths was not the limit of this battle, but he still managed to survive the night.

Moreover, whether it is the method of cultivating the spirit or the pure fighting skills, there has been great progress.

What he knows, he who is a dragon can do the same.

And stronger than yourself.

This is of course the biggest difficulty in the deathmatch, but at the same time, it is also the biggest benefit of the sleepless method.

And what could be a more perfect teacher than a guy like this?
Lu Mingfei is too tall and strong. It is true that he can give different advice according to each person's different situation, but Lu Mingfei is still an outsider after all, not Chu Zihang himself.

He can do it as a dragon.

There's no reason humans can't do it themselves.

Chu Zihang was convinced.

Finally, he opened his eyes.

The never-extinguishing golden pupil is even hotter.

The turbulent thick fog drives the airflow and blows the boy's black hair. He finds himself sitting on the roof of the Panxi River. He does not need to make any extra movements. Looking up a little, the huge tornado is like a mysterious mountain that supports the world in mythology. , so vast, so vast that it can be described as great, it makes everyone who sees it feel reverence and piety from the bottom of their hearts.

For some reason, Chu Zihang had an intuition that the center of the miracle of that day's disaster was his Lu Shi.

Feeling something in his heart, the boy turned his head.

A group of people broke into his sight like this.

That majestic man was obviously their leader.

The man saw him too.

Especially Chu Zihang's scorching golden pupils are so eye-catching.

The leader's man smiled reservedly.

He stretched out his hand to Chu Zihang condescendingly, even if one of them was on the street and the other was sitting on the roof, it would not affect the majesty of the leader at all.

"Praise, cheer."

"I, grant you the honor of following Alexander!"

The man said solemnly.

The expected tears of gratitude did not happen.

And the half-breed on the roof didn't come running up to kiss his boots, the shit out of him.

This made Alexander feel a little unhappy.

But the king's demeanor made him suppress this little unhappiness. Alexander could see that the black-haired boy had an amazing bloodline, and what a pair of bright golden pupils was really gratifying.

Alexander maintained the posture of reaching out his hand, and said nothing more.

All that was left on the street was the whimpering of the air as the fog rolled in.

Alexander was disturbed to hear.

For the sake of the boy's lineage, he showed his greatest tolerance as a king.

"Come, boy, come up to me."

Alexander said majesticly like an elder.

"I allow you to pledge allegiance to me, celebrate, this will be the greatest honor in your life, come"

Maybe he finally felt the majesty from the king.

Common people are common people.

That's what Alexander thought when he noticed that the boy on the roof was moving.

But, is there something strange about the actions of this commoner?
Chu Zihang turned his head to look.

After confirming, he turned his head and pointed at himself with some doubts.

"You said it was me?"

…………

Ahead is the only school in the town.

Lu Mingfei brought Shirley here.

The huge tornado moved towards the school gate.

The boy paused, and he looked at the petite figure not far away.

That's zero.

Zero seemed to be able to see Lu Mingfei clearly through the thick fog.

The girl nodded, and quietly retreated into the darkness of the school.

"Is it big brother's friend?"

"Well, a very lonely child."

"That's it."

Shirley looked in the direction where Zero disappeared, and waved her hand vigorously.

When they walked into the school, Shirley's expression became visibly active. Excitedly, she looked here and there, holding Lu Mingfei's hand and bouncing around.

Xue Li pointed to the corner of the playground for Lu Mingfei to see, chirping about their past stories.

It's all very small things, like hide and seek, some games played by children, but this girl talked about it with great joy, her little face was flushed, and she was very happy.

Shirley led the way, and they walked to the classroom.

"very nice."

She leaned against the window and looked in.

"It's the same as before.

The girl stood on tiptoe, with shining eyes, Lu Mingfei looked at her quietly, without urging or speaking, just accompanying her.

"Let's go, teacher!"

She turned her head, looked at Lu Mingfei from the bottom up, and said with a smile.

"It's time for class!"

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Then hurry up and sit down."

The girl cheered, opened the door, and bounced to her seat.

This series of movements is so familiar, so smooth, probably she has rehearsed it thousands of times in her dreams, until now, the dream has come true.

Shirley should have sat down naturally.

But she stopped at the last moment.

The girl stared at her seat for a long time, and there were many expressions on her small face, such as doubt, fear, disbelief, and even fear.

She stumbled back a step.

"teacher."

There was only the lonely voice of the girl in the classroom.

She looked at Lu Mingfei helplessly like a lost child.

That look is really uncomfortable.

"Is this a dream?"

Shirley asked.

Lu Mingfei had already stood on the podium, and was looking around the classroom with great interest. Hearing what the girl said, the boy turned his head to look.

He turned his face seriously.

"What nonsense, I must have not done my homework well yesterday, so please sit down in your seat obediently for me, class is about to begin!"

The girl immediately sat on the stool like a frightened little rabbit, with her two arms neatly folded, she pursed her lips and stared at the podium, her little face was full of fear.

The next moment, two people in the classroom laughed at the same time.

Leaning forward and backward with a smile, he lost a little bit of image.

The temporary teacher supported the podium and held his stomach.

The student girl leaned back and kicked her legs.

"OK OK."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand and cleared his throat.

Shirley finally sat down obediently in her seat.

The child's eyes were shining brightly.

"It's about to start."

"Ok!"

Lu Mingfei knocked on the table.

"Attend class!"

Without warning and without preparation.

A miracle happened like this.

A childish voice sounded from a seat in the front row.

"stand up!"

Xue Li subconsciously stood up, and then realized that in the classroom... the girl looked around in surprise.

One child after another appeared on the seat.

This is a miracle that even the greatest magician dare not imagine.

Time seems to be flowing backwards in the classroom at this moment.

The mottled walls and the gray and white spider webs are all gone.

Instead, the windows were brighter and brighter, which was what Shirley remembered about the school back then.

And, back then...everyone.

Shirley looked at everyone and every familiar face in amazement. She noticed that the troublemaker in the class, Luo Fu, was still secretly making faces at Lu Mingfei on the podium, and then a piece of chalk hit the target accurately. He scratched the guy's forehead, and poor Love hugged his head in pain, not to mention how funny that was.

Xue Li couldn't help laughing, but soon, she covered her mouth, put on a serious face, and bowed deeply to the podium together with everyone in the class, earnestly and even a little solemnly.

The children spoke in unison.

"Hello teacher!"

"Hello students!"

The people on the podium pressed their hands.

"Please sit down."

There was a rattling sound of chairs.

Lu Mingfei glanced at a certain little boy in a neat suit in the last row of the classroom. That guy was winking playfully at him. Speaking of which, among the people who taught "Hello, teacher" just now, this guy was the one who yelled the loudest.

Noticing his gaze, the little boy folded his hands neatly, his upper body was straight, and he put on a small appearance of listening carefully, tsk tsk tsk, Lu Mingfei would bet that the little boy's style is at least worth a small flower. Safflower, the kind that sticks to the center of the eyebrows and still reflects light.

Well, forget it, for the sake of your cooperation, I will forgive you this time.

Lu Mingfei turned around, picked up the chalk and wrote it on the blackboard.

"Wu."

(End of this chapter)