fifth form

Martial arts conference, sequencer event, fighting event.

No matter how Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Manqian and others express it, this is the same content.

This kind of grand event cannot fight each other's mouth, but must use real talents.

"The other two contestants are Brother Gui's parents?"

Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying's low-pitched discussion made Wang Li's ears prick up, and he immediately understood the composition of the five-person group.

If there is nothing wrong, this is the entire Zhang family dispatched, and then brought an outsider like him.

Among the five, Zhang Manqian is a frequent visitor to the sequencing arena and has rich fighting experience.

And Zhang Xuezhou has the ability to control the field.

The remaining three have not yet started.

Wang Li looked at Zhang Xuezhou, then at Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying who were confused, and the passion in his heart quickly disappeared.

If four masters took him, this little trash, Wang Li felt that he could still be taken there.

But if the Zhang family siblings brought three little trash, Wang Li felt that the possibility of a round trip was very high.

It may be difficult to guard against Zhang Xuezhou's fighting skills on stage for the first time, but as long as he waits until the second round to take targeted strikes, Zhang Xuezhou will find it difficult to sustain.

This kind of bad news is nerve-wracking, but Wang Li also saw the only comfort at the moment.

It is impossible for Zhang Xuezhou and Zhang Manqian to change the genetic fighting skills they are already proficient in, but he, Zhang Weimeng, and Song Fengying have not practiced fighting skills, and there is still room for choice.

"We must be able to be beaten, and we must be able to stalk people," Wang Li interjected, "If we want to go far, we must become a qualified supporter."

"If you win the martial arts conference, you can become the leader of the martial arts or something?" Zhang Weimeng asked.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't say a word of the truth, and Zhang Manqian didn't tell the truth. He was so confused that he still didn't know what the sequencer event was all about.

"The leader of the martial arts... yes, you are absolutely right!"

Wang Li glanced at the confused Zhang Weimeng, then at Zhang Xuezhou, and immediately agreed.

If it is said that Feiyu's live broadcast has already entered the rough harvest period, the event of everyone participating in the sequencer has not yet kicked off.

Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying are now outsiders to this event.

The two of them had never done gene sequencing, had never practiced genetic fighting techniques, had no corresponding knowledge, and were not even physically strong.

This is almost equivalent to a primary school student who has not yet gone to school and needs to take the adult exam two years later, and the pressure is self-evident.

It was far from the time for the competition, and Wang Li felt that the two of them would feel more at ease if they didn't know.

"Don't look at me, I haven't participated either!"

When Zhang Weimeng looked over, Zhang Xuezhou waved his hands again and again.

"But it's really good to get the top ranking," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"What's the benefit?" Zhang Weimeng asked suspiciously.

"At least there are peerless martial arts," Zhang Xuezhou opened his mouth and said.

"Not a word of seriousness!"

Zhang Weimeng shook his head, only to feel that Zhang Xuezhou was not telling the truth, while Zhang Manqian was also hesitating, and Wang Li didn't say much.

He couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Zhang Xuezhou made Zhang Weimeng feel that his habits had changed a lot, even a little strange, but Zhang Weimeng knew his daughter very well.

If there are not enough benefits, Zhang Manqian will never do the corresponding thing.

As long as it is a profitable thing, it can be done.

This is even based on the fact that Feiyu's live broadcast has already made a profit, and there is even a big harvest, Wang Li and others are still rushing to it.

This can only prove that this martial arts conference involves a lot, which is more important than money income.

Zhang Weimeng vaguely guessed something related, which made him nervous and excited again.

"Gene sequencing is no problem. When the genetic type is verified, let's spend money to buy some suitable fighting skills to make do with it. If we can break into the forefront, we will at least start with three-star fighting skills!"

Wang Li and Zhang Xuezhou discussed in low voices, many of which involved the collocation of what everyone had learned, as well as the genetic sequencing of Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying.

Although Wang Li wants to establish his own family, he still bears the name of the Wang family and has the authority to enter the medical institutions under Jishi Group.

What is troublesome for Zhang Xuezhou and others is only a matter of funds for Wang Li.

"Do you really want to switch to the genes of the black turtle for support?"

From Wang Li's mouth, Zhang Xuezhou also learned the type of gene Wang Li was looking for in exchange for blood.

This made him look at Wang Li for a few seconds, and felt that the other party seemed a little too sincere.

The difficulty of genetic transfusion is high, and the cost of money is also extremely high. Anyone who seeks to exchange blood must either have a physical defect and have to exchange blood, or there is a higher pursuit.

But there is no doubt that few people will choose genes suitable for being beaten when they exchange blood.

"It's not unpopular, and the blood potion is cheaper in this area." Wang Li said cheerfully, "Besides, someone like me who messes up will inevitably be beaten in the future. It's not bad to use a set of fighting skills to save your life earlier."

"You think long-term!"

At first, Zhang Xuezhou thought that Wang Li had the courage to sacrifice himself for the sequencer event, but Wang Li was not completely useless considering the future.

Often wandering in dangerous areas, the choice of life-saving is actually a good choice.

After Wang Li's blood agent was prepared, the fighting skills he chose were extremely limited.

Unless this kind of ability develops to the later stage, and possesses the Xuanjia fighting technique similar to the seventh sequence Zhou Xin, it is possible to have the headache of fighting alone, and at any other time, the defender who is good at it will be an auxiliary role.

Wang Li spoke happily, and Zhang Xuezhou could only nod his head repeatedly.

"Being a dog leg..."

After Zhang Xuezhou communicated with Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, Wang Li murmured in his heart.

He thought of the wolf gene that he had liked for a long time, and also thought about his previous thoughts of wanting to be a lonely wild wolf king, only to feel that the youth of wild fantasies was gone forever.

As an outsider, if he wants to integrate into this group to seek long-term interests, he must learn to let go.

There is only about a year and a half left before the Sequencer Grand Meeting. It is a bad thing that he has not started to practice, but it is a good thing that his practice has not been finalized.

As long as he cooperates and develops well, he will not be easily left behind in the future.

With a dog-legged grandfather like Wang Haoran, there was no embarrassment or difficulty in Wang Li's change of mind.

He saw the blood-making ability of Feiyu's live broadcast, and he really felt the aftermath of Zhang Xuezhou's fighting skills. He even saw Zhang Manqian's fighting ability and style.

It gave him a glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak future.

He does not expect extravagantly from the family, does not seek the sudden appreciation of Wang Haoran, and does not pin his hopes on the family's supply. Wang Li is faced with a road full of thorns, but he believes that as long as he walks through the thorns and walks through the thorns, He must be able to walk on the road, and even go to a level that children of other families are far from reaching.

"...I will also be a promising dog leg in the future!"

Wang Li comforted himself with a muffled voice in his heart, and fighting spirit gradually appeared on his face.

And in a high-rise building on Jishi Road, Haihua District, Xijing City, a low-pitched scream caused the alarm bell of the high-rise building to ring.

The explosion-proof glass on the 21st floor was smashed by a heavy object, and a figure in a gray robe appeared on the outer floor of the building.

As if he had been asleep for a long time, and as if he was just born ignorant, his eyes were a little confused.

When he raised his hand to look at the blood on his palm, he looked at the corpse in the room and the pile of wire mesh at the door that made him aware of the danger.

When he turned his gaze to the lower part of the tall building, his body was already climbing and falling like a spider.

The piercing sirens filled the entire building, which also induced some kind of urgency in his heart, and kept quickly moving away from the building that threatened him.

"Something happened to my father!"

Wang Haoran wandered around the empty streets with Ren Sheng for a long time, and when the two returned to the school hospital on the campus of Canglan University, the alarm in Wang Haoran's communicator sounded.

This is a special alert only when certain things happen.

After seeing the information transmitted in the communication, his face became a little more ugly.

The Song family member seemed to be trembling and delirious, but nothing happened to the Song family member. Instead, the seemingly healthy old man from the Wang family escaped from the resettlement site.

Wang Haoran swallowed a mouthful of bitter water.

Not only does he have to face how to wipe out his father's threat to Xijing City, but he also faces the struggle under the power transfer of the royal family.

It's clearly going to be an eventful year.