I'm looking for fairyland alone

Chapter 251 I have a method, who can see it?
Hao Yi frowned: "What are they doing?"

Since the group of South Asians arrived in the Southwest, they haven't lived for a long time. Either they complain that the food is not in line with their customs, or they complain that their religious beliefs are not taken care of somewhere, which makes Hao Yi very annoyed.

Fortunately, the South Asians will not stay here for a long time, and they will be dismissed immediately, so Hao Yi didn't have a seizure and endured it all the time.

Now when he heard that the South Asians were making noise again, Hao Yi didn't feel a little strange, but just felt a little tired.

The South Asians can be regarded as international friends no matter what, and there are many experts who come here. To be honest, if there is a trouble, the South Asians will not be able to deal with the South Asians with the staff of Southwest and Bi Youlong who supervised the South Asians all the way south.

The staff of Everywhere pointed to the door, and said hastily, "Uncle Hao, those South Asians want to discuss the law with people from our company!"

"Discussion?" Hao Yi was taken aback, "What kind of discourse?"

"They said they were interested in our practice and wanted to discuss with us." The expression of the employees of Nowhere became even more angry, "We were all like what Uncle Hao said, and we didn't want to cause any trouble. I don't want to discuss with them at this juncture, but they have blocked the company's door!"

"They still put down their words. If we can't beat them, and we can't find anyone to beat them, then they will keep blocking the door and won't let us go out."

"What a big tone!" Hao Yi slapped the table and got up with a sneer, "Is that Master Johari finished?"

"No, it's only their disciples who are going to end up now."

"Where's the ball?"

"The ball has passed, but...the ball may not win. Those guys are full of confidence and seem to be capable."

"I don't even look at where this is." Hao Yi picked up the water glass, poured saliva into his mouth, and hurried to the door, "Since you are all here, if you are troubled, go and inform Bi Dong...in case something happens Come on, I don't take the responsibility."

After saying this, Hao Yi with a heavy face has already walked out of the office.

To put it mildly, it's just that the South Asian cultivators were happy to see Lie Xin, and wanted to compete with people from the Southwest Division.

But when the Internet is big, just say it, which is what the other party calls "discussion".

This statement is really vicious, it is simply setting the southwest region on fire.

At the end of the "discussion of the law", there must be a high or low point. It's okay if the company wins, but if it loses, once the news spreads, not only the Southwest side, I'm afraid the entire company will be disgraced.

Moreover, needless to say, Hao Yi would be ashamed to go out if he suffered a loss at the hands of the South Asians.

"These South Asians just like to make trouble..."

He hurriedly walked to the gate of the company, and saw that five or six employees had gathered around the gate, and Wang Zhenqiu had already left the field and was discussing with others.

The opponent is a tall and thin South Asian with short hair.

The opponent's ability was related to the earth, and the ground exploded during the shot, and many condensed spikes drilled out.

It looks somewhat similar to the Earth Immortal, but different.

This person's ability can also affect the ground, but there is an additional ability to create spikes.

The spikes reflected metallic luster, obviously it was impossible to condense this thing with only the soil on the ground.

And Wang Zhenqiu has already used the godhead mask, and he has the upper hand, so it looks quite relaxed.

The destructive power of the two was huge, and within a short time, the several feet around the gate were destroyed beyond recognition.

Fortunately, these reasons were considered when selecting the location of the Southwest Branch, so the location of the branch was chosen in the suburbs.

Therefore, although the two people's fighting was not small, it would not alarm ordinary people.

Seeing Hao Yi approaching, the onlookers made way for Hao Yi.

Hao Yi walked to the front, glanced at the four or five people standing opposite, and then looked at Wang Zhenqiu, whose face seemed to be covered with a thick mask and was as agile as a monkey.

"Didn't you talk about the Fa? Why did you start fighting?" Hao Yi frowned.

An employee standing next to him said: "The opponent said that actual combat can best reflect his own practice, and the ball didn't get used to him, so he started fighting."

At this moment, Wang Zhenqiu erupted suddenly, smashed the spikes on the ground with a stick, and smashed towards the South Asian man opposite him with lightning speed.

Under the sudden explosion, his speed exploded a lot, and when the opponent had nowhere to hide, he had no choice but to forcefully catch Wang Zhenqiu's stick with both arms.

Under the huge force, the young man from South Asia rowed back one meter before he could release the huge force from his arm.

The employees behind Hao Yi all applauded.

The opponent was not Wang Zhenqiu's opponent. From the looks of it, Wang Zhenqiu could beat the opponent to the ground with at most a dozen moves.

But Hao Yi was not so optimistic.

He knew very well that Wang Zhenqiu, who had used the mask of the godhead, had already made a full-scale attack, and he probably wanted to solve the problem quickly because of the company's face.

Now it seems that Wang Zhenqiu has the upper hand, but in fact, it has exceeded Wang Zhenqiu's own expectations.

In addition, there were still a few masters on the other side watching, and there was no end, while the younger generation in the Southwest had only Wang Zhenqiu to support the scene...

The South Asian young man put down his trembling hands and looked at Wang Zhenqiu opposite with piercing eyes: "You are one of the strongest people of your generation I have ever seen... Is your practice method one of the unique cultivation methods here? ? Funny, I've never seen anything like it in South Asia."

Although his voice was a little weird through the recitation of the magic weapon, everyone present could understand what he meant.

"You're not weak, but it's nothing here. As far as I know, many people can take care of you." Wang Zhenqiu waved his stick and said with a smile, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, there is no one stronger than me here. few."

"Really?" The South Asian young man smiled, obviously not believing Wang Zhenqiu's words, "The older generation can beat me a lot, but young people, I don't think there are many of you who can fight me."

He glanced at the onlookers everywhere: "Since I entered the country, among the practitioners I have seen, they are all young people, and I have never seen one stronger than you."

"When I came to you, I found that the situation is the same. Don't blame me for being honest... If all the practitioners here are at this level, I will be disappointed for my journey north."

"You will regret your blind arrogance." Wang Zhenqiu chuckled, with a hint of gloating.

He scratched his chin like a monkey, and with a wave of his right hand, his body suddenly rushed forward, and the stick with the magnificent five-color energy in his hand swept towards the South Asian young man again.

……

Bi Youlong with a gloomy face walked to Hao Yi's side, just when he heard the last words of the young man from Nanya, he immediately sneered and said, "What a big tone, do you really think that just a few people here can run rampant here?"

"The South Asians came prepared, and I'm afraid this so-called argument is not just a whim." Hao Yi frowned and said, "I think they should have set their goals before they went north."

"Purpose? Besides Lu Zhen, do they have any other purpose?" Bi Youlong said coldly, "Do you want to suppress my company's power by the way?"

"Looking at their behavior, there is also a possibility." Hao Yi analyzed, "They lost face in the northwest, maybe they just want to suppress us in an instant, and then kill Lu Zhen, so as to get back their face and reputation."

"Besides, after Robert met Mr. Zhao, he went south to meet the South Asians. The two sides must have formed some kind of tacit understanding."

Bi Youlong glanced at a window of a building on the side, and said fiercely: "They better not think too much, otherwise no one will know if they can go out of the country and return home smoothly..."

"It's still Dong Bi you are tough!" Hao Yi turned around and gave Bi Youlong a thumbs up with a smile, "In the board of directors, if you want to say who is the toughest, no one can compare to you!"

Bi Youlong watched the fight between Wang Zhenqiu and his opponent, his expression was unmoved: "Aren't the South Asians here yet?"

"Only one Johari came, the others should have gone to the southwest, but they just didn't show up."

"Have you got in touch with Lu Zhen?"

"Already contacted." Hao Yi said immediately, "He will come to the company at the appointed time."

Bi Youlong nodded: "That's good, as well as the Tang Sect, investigate what happened that night at the office as soon as possible...the winner will be decided."

"The ball is about to win." Hao Yi also looked at both sides.

……

"Your person does not seem to be the opponent of the other party."

Robert stood in front of the window holding a coffee, looking down with great interest at the scene where Wang Zhenqiu and Wang Zhenqiu played against each other at the gate of the company.

"Is this the youngest disciple you have ever accepted? His practice doesn't seem to be very good... This young man from the East is amazing. Even an ordinary person like me can tell that your disciple is about to lose."

Johari, who sat cross-legged on the bed, did not speak.

Robert didn't care about it either, and said to himself: "You belong to South Asia, and there are many similarities with East Asia. You are all obsessed with cultivation, obsessed with improving your life level through some way."

"And both of you are used to torturing your will and body with penance... Heh, years of practice can't compare to a little potion from me, Bechymos. From this point of view, you are really pitiful. "

Johari said lightly: "How can life be liberated without tempering? Your people have obtained their strength so easily, without any hard work, how can they be qualified to see God? Ordinary people always need hard work to prove their own strength. Devotion to God."

Robert looked back at Johari and asked an irrelevant question: "Is God omnipotent?"

"Naturally, no matter what you call God or what we call Shiva, both are omnipotent." Johari nodded slightly.

"Since God is omnipotent, He must have decided who will be saved and who will be thrown into hell when He created the world." Robert shook the coffee in his hand, "Those who are saved, even if they are not You can be saved even if you practice the so-called penance, but those who are destined to be abandoned by God will not be saved in the end even if they practice penance for a lifetime."

Johari opened his eyes. "So how do you know if a person will be saved?"

"Whoever is chosen by God will naturally have a sign." Robert raised his right index finger, "and we usually think that this sign is success."

"God's chosen people will never be cowards living in the garbage dump in a low-key suit."

His eyes burst out with a confident brilliance mixed with ambition: "Whether it is in politics, economics, science, or sports, all extraordinary people who have achieved great achievements are God's chosen people, because only God can create such people. Excellent individual..."

"So we have a desire to be successful, to prove our worth, to prove that we are a remarkable creation of God, from time immemorial to today."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and said with a smile: "It is under the stimulation of this belief that we in the West can use our own feet to visit every strange land in the world, create an extraordinary civilization, and continue to guide the development of human civilization. direction!"

Johari was silent for a while before he said, "Is the success of the heretics a sign of salvation?"

Robert shook his head: "Of course not. God only saves his own believers, but whether it is the life of a pagan or a believer in God, it has long been predestined by God."

He spread his hands exaggeratedly: "Everyone has their own destiny, and they are all in the hands of God, so I never care about pagans."

Johari sighed: "Success is a sign of salvation. Doesn't God care about the sins beneath success?"

"Who can hide from God?" Robert said piously, "God is omnipotent and omniscient."

"The Shiva I believe in is different from the God you said." Johari stood up slowly, "We believe that suffering is born, that the world is full of sins and thorns, so what we pursue in our life is to be free from the material world and escape from the cycle of life and death. bondage."

"There are three ways of liberation. One is the way of knowledge, that is, the philosophical exploration of material and spiritual meditation, so as to reach the realm of the only Brahman and self, neither birth nor death."

Robert said thoughtfully: "I heard that Master Korana takes the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom as his lifelong path."

"Yes, this is Korana's way." Johari took a step forward and reached the window.

"The way of liberation, the second is the way of action, that is, to fulfill the obligations strictly according to the rules of Bodhidharma, but you can't expect the result of the action, because the action itself is the purpose."

"There is no liberation if there is a desire for reward for the deed. God will bring liberation only through devotion of the whole heart."

He glanced down at the South Asian young man who was about to be defeated by Wang Zhenqiu, and continued: "The third is the way of piety, that is, devoutly praising and worshiping God, and offering sincerely. This is the easiest way to get relief."

"This is my way."

His right foot lifted up, and when it fell again, it had already disappeared in place.

……

In the second shot, Wang Zhenqiu's fight with the South Asian was faster and more intense.

When Wang Zhenqiu was about to win, Hao Yi and Bi Youlong set their eyes on the South Asian standing opposite, and were ready to prevent the South Asian from intervening.

On the court, there was no accident. Wang Zhenqiu beat the young man from South Asia with a stick until he vomited blood and fell back. He quickly caught up and hit the South Asian man on the shoulder with a stick.

Seeing Wang Zhenqiu's victory in his hands, the onlookers were a little excited.

Hao Yi and Bi Youlong also breathed a sigh of relief looking at the smashed stick.

At this time, no one has intervened, and things should be stable.

Just as this idea appeared in the minds of the two, their expressions suddenly changed...

Johari seemed to appear out of nowhere, appearing under Wang Zhenqiu's stick without warning.

With a flick of his right hand, his bulging sleeve hit Wang Zhenqiu's stick, shaking Wang Zhenqiu back.

Hao Yi, who rushed out, caught Wang Zhenqiu, and retreated two meters away with Wang Zhenqiu at the same time, before stabilizing his figure.

"Johari, what are you going to do?" Hao Yi shouted with an ugly face.

Not the opponent... Wang Zhenqiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Johari warily.

Just now the stick in my hand collided with the opponent's sleeve, and the force on it was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, causing him to be pushed back without any resistance, and his internal organs were also injured along the way...

With this kind of cultivation, he is far from being an opponent.

Behind the two, Bi Youlong with a gloomy face had already stepped forward with his right foot, looking at Johari with guarded eyes.

The employees behind him also stepped forward a few steps, vaguely surrounding Johari.

The scene instantly became depressing.

Behind Johari, a few young people from South Asia standing there did not move, but cast reverent eyes on Johari's back.

Robert, standing by the upstairs window, was also looking at Johari.

At this moment, there was no trace of fear on the face of Johari, who was the focus of everyone's eyes.

He glanced at everyone, focused on Bi Youlong and Hao Yi for a moment, then slowly stretched out his right hand, said with a slight smile: "I have a method, who can see it?"

(End of this chapter)