Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 66 The Battle Begins

"Is this thing really useful?"

Pan Ye was dubious,

"Miss Yu, can you leave a contact information? It's too lucky to keep looking for you like this..."

"give her."

With the girl's consent, the woman in Tsing Yi took out a palm-sized conch from the sachet and said, "If you want to find us, just blow on it, and we will know it naturally in the city."

Is this girl Doraemon? How can such a small sachet hold so many things?

"Thank you Miss Yu, I will take my leave then."

Pan Ye held the porcelain cup awkwardly, and bid farewell with fists folded.

……

Anxious to test the effect of the plaster, hurried back to the guest room.

Worried that it was fake, so I dug out a small amount, applied it on my toes, and used it to harden my bones.

When the true yang energy penetrates into a specific location, the pain is not so strong, and the penetration speed of the energy becomes faster.

"It really works!"

Pan Ye's eyes lit up.

Since only a small amount is applied, the effect fades quickly.

"Try strengthening the plaster."

Pan Ye used the rosary, consuming a quarter of the energy, and turned the originally dark plaster into a small poop-yellow unknown object.

"This color..."

Powerless to complain, Pan Ye took the fingernail-sized plaster seriously, scraped it off completely, carefully applied it on the big toe of his right leg, and really started to harden the bone.

During the process of bone hardening, the strengthened plaster kept emitting a cool breath, stopping the pain, and the efficiency of bone hardening increased by more than five times.

"It's done!"

In just two hours, Pan Ye directly completed the tempering of his big toe, and a very subtle dark force leaked out from the bone.

"Miss Yu didn't lie to me, I should think of a way to get more bone paste from her."

Pan Ye rubbed his chin, thinking about it.

"Knock knock knock."

"Brother Pan, let's go eat."

Zu Wei knocked on the door.

"coming."

When Zu Wei saw his bare feet and a yellow mass on his thumb, his eyes widened
"Brother Pan, you, shit fell on your feet?!"

Pan Ye looked down and opened the door in a hurry, the thin layer of feces-yellow medicine residue on his thumb had not been wiped off.

……

Early the next morning, Li Wuchen knocked on the door of the room.

Pan Ye opened the door with his chicken coop head on his head, and Li Wuchen was already standing outside the room meticulously.

It turned out that today is the agreed day.

The three of them and the two brothers and sisters of the Li family were on their way to the competition venue in a carriage.

Li Wuchen was chattering about his opponent's information.

"The venue for this competition is set on an open-air beach on the east coast of the city. It will be presided over by members of the Chao Chao Sect. Brother Pan, what do you want to ask?"

"Have you figured out whether the other party is a cultivator or a martial artist?"

Pan Ye was not interested in who the opponent played, he just asked casually, so as not to make Li Wuchen think that he was arrogant.

"Not yet, but I found out the name and strength of the cultivator. His name is Yang Ren. He is a helper that my cousin invited from the local area. He is at the peak of his spirit."

"Brother Zu, what is the level of peak emotion?"

"Hey, Brother Pan, don't worry. At low ranks, cultivators don't have enough true qi in their bodies, so they are inherently weak against warriors. Besides, you are still so vigorous, even if you are a disciple of a Taoist giant. Cough cough, I might not be able to beat you."

Zu Wei spoke halfway, as if thinking of something, suddenly changed his tone.

Soon, the four arrived at their destination.

A piece of golden sand, the touch is soft when you step on it.

At this time, an oval space of hundreds of square meters was surrounded by shells in the center of the beach, and dozens of people had already gathered in it, which was very lively.

"Didn't we just decide on an entrance quota? Why are there so many people?"

"There are people from both sides, who came to watch the excitement, and there are also people from the tide gate. I heard that the tide gate will announce something later."

Li Wuchen stepped forward, brushed aside the onlookers, walked up to a woman in her 40s, wearing a blue dress, and with a ladylike temperament, and said respectfully: "Deacon Jiang, my people are all here." , can start at any time."

"Li Yi hasn't come yet, wait for half a stick of incense, if he hasn't come, you will win directly."

Deacon Jiang hummed lightly and motioned them to rest aside.

"That's a good feeling."

Li Wuchen complied happily.

But soon, his plan came to nothing. In the distance, a thin young man and two men walked towards him.

The skinny young man walked up to him, and when he saw his cousin waiting at the side, he teased, "Ah, Brother Chen, I don't know if I've found a helper, so why don't you let Brother Xie drag his wounded body into battle?"

"Humph."

Li Wuchen put on a dirty face and ignored his words.

After hitting a soft nail, Li Yi didn't feel annoyed, and went back to greet the two of them with a smile.

"Both of you, please sit up here."

"That man is Zhou Mo." Li Wuchen pointed to a tall man with a spear on his back and a tanned tendon and flesh on the opposite side.

Zhou Mo sensed that someone was looking at him, and immediately turned his head. Seeing Li Wuchen and Pan Ye who were whispering, they showed ferocious smiles, stretched out their thumbs, and compared them to the ground.

"I hope you can laugh later."

Pan Ye didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart. He watched Li Yi, a middle-aged man and a young man, nodding and bowing, walked into Zhou Mo's team, and teased, "Brother Li, it seems that your cousin relies on the confidence of those two to succeed." So much."

"The middle-aged man is Deacon Zhang of Bailianmen. I don't know the young man."

"Aye, I recognize the young man next to Li Yi."

Lao Zhang patted Pan Ye's shoulder lightly, and whispered in his ear,
"Wu Yuanhui, the new head of the General Affairs Hall of the Yongfu Gang, has entered the eighth rank for the first time."

"Is it finally here?" Pan Ye narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although people from the Yongfu Gang had long been prepared to come to Ningzhou, it was a little troublesome to meet them here.

A gentleman makes a promise, and a four horses are hard to follow. Naturally, he can't go back on his promise to Li Wuchen without reason.

"It can only be resolved quickly at the risk of exposure."

In addition, Pan Ye had another idea, which was to fight, so that Hall Master Wu would never return to Rongzhou.

"Everyone be quiet, the competition will begin immediately."

The voice of Deacon Chaomenjiang flowed like water waves, reaching the ears of everyone present.

When the beach became quiet again, Deacon Jiang cleared his throat, and said, "As entrusted by the elders in the sect, I will preside over the competition. Please leave irrelevant personnel out of the shell boundary, and the combatants from both sides will enter."

"Brother Pan, come on!"

Pan Ye waved his hand, raised the spear behind his back, and walked into the arena.

At the same time, a muscular man with a spear on his back walked in from the opposite side.

It really was Zhou Mo.

The two walked into the field, faced each other and stood at a distance of 20 meters, but did not start fighting immediately.

Zhou Mo looked up and down the sick Pan Ye and the spear in his hand, and said with a sneer, "Why did Li Wuchen send a sick and consumptive ghost to fight?"

(End of this chapter)