one person's life

Chapter 156 The Invisible Struggle... Feng Zhenghao won.

"Zhong Kui?!"

When Feng Zhenghao heard what Qing Lingchan said, he felt a pain in his liver, not just physical.

If it were an ordinary spirit, it would be fine, but when it came to the divine descending of the "Holy Lord Who Blessed the House", his methods were completely exposed in front of Geng Ziri.

"The winner is Feng Zhenghao."

The host's voice sealed the battle.

Feng Zhenghao waved his hand to disperse the five ghosts, but did not help Geng Ziri, who staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Geng Ziri raised his head and looked at Feng Zhenghao, a complicated light flashed in his color. He stood firm, straightened his clothes, and tried his best to maintain the dignity that had been his for many years.

Feng Zhenghao realized that his liver was getting worse. If he had known that he should not have been so worried from the beginning, he would have taken this opportunity to calmly show off his skills to the shamans.

He seized the time for Geng Ziri to return to normal, and showed a painful expression at the right time.

"Master Geng..."

Geng Zi often traveled around the world on Bimo's behalf to divine fortunes and offer sacrifices. He had a very high status in Liangshan, so it was not shameful to call him "Master Geng".

Geng Ziri nodded, picked up the fallen mottled paintbrush, strolled up to Feng Zhenghao, drew several strokes on his open chest, and muttered a few words in ancient Yi language.

Feng Zhenghao felt that the pain in his organs gradually subsided, his five Qi yin and yang became peaceful, and the hard lumps all over his upper limbs gradually softened and subsided.

"Thank you." Feng Zhenghao cupped his fists in thanks.

Geng Ziri nodded and left, ignoring others.

The next Bimo of Daliangshan was defeated on his home court. If the former Feng Zhenghao was known in the circle for his business acumen, the title of Dajian will always be with him from now on.

Geng Ziri has given Feng Zhenghao a wave of fame.

It's just that reputation can be good or bad. Wise people use it to achieve their own success and create brilliance; mortals are wrapped up in it and become cautious and crazy, and gradually perish.

Feng Zhenghao can only always remember not to lose his original intention. After all, he thinks that he is just starting out as a businessman, and he does not have the ability to be wise and approach demons, nor does he have the strength to be free and easy. If he wants to restore the Feng family, he can only take one step at a time and keep his feet on the ground. Forward.

"father!"

The milky voice of Feng Shayan woke Feng Zhenghao out of his deep thoughts. His family members had already come to support him. The eldest son Feng Linghao and the second daughter Feng Cunhua also looked at him with concern on their faces. The family was happy.

Feng Zhenghao felt a huge sense of satisfaction in his heart. He put his hands on Feng Shayan's arms and picked her up.

Feng Shayan draws circles on the Nuo painting on his chest curiously.

Feng Zhenghao smiled, as long as the family is happy and reunited, it has surpassed all his ambitions and ideals in the world.

"Ah...that's great. Little Yanzi has a happy and peaceful family." Tao Tao said sourly in the audience.

Her parents' marriage was not so happy. They would fight for three days, one for one, and five for five days. Fortunately, the two of them restrained each other and could survive, otherwise they would be alone.

The second round of the competition started with an explosive start. The four remaining players tried their best to show off their fancy methods on this platform, but they could not escape the vicious cycle of witchcraft and close combat at the end, so they simply gave up on whitewashing and no longer had any worries.

Therefore, the next two competitions were not short, and they felt like a life-and-death duel in the arena. Xiong Feiyan panted violently to finish off her opponent. It was already ten minutes in the evening, and the bonfire flickered and shone on her determined and even ferocious face. Tomorrow is the final. .

In order to show respect, outsiders such as Tang Men and Heiguaner did not leave early.Black Guan'er felt very happy in his heart when he saw it, the fists were touching the flesh, which was in line with his aesthetic taste.

A whole day passed, and Da Bimo's secretly deployed eyes and ears found no trace of sexual activity, and they even had some doubts as to whether the news from the Tang Sect was true.

After the game, Luo Youhua returned to his room and sat in meditation.In the past few days, I followed Feng Zhenghao around to meet people, and at night I often took care of the crying Feng Shayan, but I often stayed up very late before going to bed.

Feng Zhenghao was not busy with anything else today. He turned down some social activities and stayed with his family. Luo Youhua was free.

Since the Lu family came into contact with the "Three Levels of Reverse Life", his static skills have improved somewhat.

Although there are slight differences in the methods of getting started with Jing Gong all over the world, they are largely the same.

Luo Youhua's quiet practice has a unique name, which combines the concepts of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, and is called "moving the heaven and the earth".

It's so quiet that it makes the heaven and earth move.The first level is: geography.

The wat is intangible, introverted and transformed, making the body and mind happy, and the sound of nature.

The second level: heaven and earth
Extremely still, yet moving, from the inside out, breathing at the heels, with a mixture of sadness and joy.

The third level: Taichong
The mind is calm, with no desires or desires, no gains, no worries, no fears.Return to one's roots and regain one's life, become one with the Tao, and as for the ring, with great wishes in mind, one can sense the heaven and earth.

The fourth level: Wei Zong
The source of Tao is played by heaven and earth.

Among these four major realms, there are seven different levels divided into high and low levels.

The requirements for the final state of "touching the heavens and moving the earth" are too high. In ancient times, those who could reach that state have become saints long ago. As for Luo Youhua, he has now reached the third level.

When sitting quietly, there is no hindrance, no fear, and peace of mind, but the senses are greatly improved.

At midnight, while Luo Youhua was sitting quietly, he sensitively captured the strange sound of electricity in the room.

In the darkness, he opened his eyes and looked somewhere in the Tuzhangfang room.

Normally there were no telephones in the village, but before the big competition, Geng Ziri specifically suggested to Bimo that the telephone line was put up in the village, and it would probably be removed later.

Luo Youhua got out of bed, picked up the phone and checked it for a moment, then found a fruit knife in the house and took apart the phone receiver.

There is indeed a monitoring device installed there!The oval metal piece is installed close to the earpiece, reflecting a silver light in the dark.

The Tianxia Group was established not long ago, and the business competition is not small. Luo Youhua specially learned some methods of commercial espionage. At this time, he did not panic and thought carefully about who the potential enemy with advanced methods was.
Feng Zhenghao has been offering rewards for a long time, and it would not be surprising if some killers who were eyeing him for offering rewards used this method.

"A lot of information has been exposed during this period..." Luo Youhua was worried, and then quietly put the monitor back on. He only hoped that they weren't monitoring 24 hours a day. If they discovered the abnormality of the monitor, they couldn't use it in reverse.

Before the witchcraft competition on the second day, Luo Youhua told Feng Zhenghao everything about the monitor.

"Monitor?" Feng Zhenghao's eyes turned cold.

His whereabouts were not exposed outside the alien circle, and ordinary people could not enter this cottage. It seemed that someone in the circle had set their sights on his bounty early on.

Most alien duels are very traditional, and they are not ashamed to rely on external forces - except for Quan Xing and Hei Bingtai, those deviants who dare to risk the disapproval of the world.

"It should be Quan Xing. I asked Tang Can about it. The news that Quan Xing was eyeing you was revealed by them themselves."

Luo Youhua paused and said: "Quanxing Liu Bihua, this person's industry in Baijing was blocked by us. I personally think it has something to do with him... Also, I have used other phone numbers to call people from the company to make a detour. In case they are ambushed, they will camp outside Lingshan and report news at any time."

Feng Zhenghao nodded and stopped talking.

Luo Youhua hesitated to speak. Feng Zhenghao noticed this scene, frowned and asked: "Youhua? What's wrong?"

"...The result of this big competition is not bad. If you successfully enter the ancestral court, Sha Yan and I may not be able to take care of them alone." Feng Zhenghao looked embarrassed, "The ancestral court must go ’s... Don’t worry, the village is heavily guarded, and Quan Xing’s group would not have the guts to attack here anyway.”

Luo Youhua nodded and went to the auditorium.

"With my methods, even if I enter the ancestral land for a day, I will gain unimaginable gains!"

Feng Zhenghao's eyes became resolute. In order to enter the ancestral land, he had paid a lot. Bimo broke the rules for him, after all, it was just another type of transaction.

……

In the first match, Xiong Feiyan faced Qionghai male player Qiao Jiamu.

This is also a very exciting duel. Xiong Feiyan's "Big Zhuding" is very powerful. If she were to restrain it first and then use the tripod to suppress it, few people would be able to deal with it.

This is a clever plan. The "Great Zhu Ding" was raised in Xiong Feiyan's courtyard. The only shortcoming is that it is too slow to start, and the speed of most witches can be easily avoided.

Qiao Jiamu's ability is closely related to the Torch Festival of the Yi people.

The technique of their lineage is called "Torch Technique". They use their own Qi as a torch and the imprisoned soul as fuel. After attacking, the soul fire will cause trauma to the enemy's body and soul at the same time, and the injury is difficult to heal.

Qiao Jiamu's experience and reaction were all qualified, but when it came to fights like Xiong Feiyan's, he was desperate, and it was inevitable that he would end up attacking key places. Xiong Feiyan managed to barely win in this way.

After Qiao Jiamu admitted defeat, he glared at her unhappily.

"Why are you glaring at me?" Xiong Feiyan looked at his burned bangs with some distress, rolled his eyes, and replied directly: "Fighting is not a treat for dinner, what's your mood? Let's meet alone next time!"

"whispering sound!"

In this way, only Feng Zhenghao and Xiong Feiyan were left.

Although Qiao Jiamu kept his hand, Xiong Feiyan's injuries did not allow him to continue the competition. Da Bimo announced that the competition would resume tomorrow.

Black Guan'er wanted to stay, but Feng Weiguo had begun to urge him, so he said goodbye to the people in Liangshan and left the village silently.

Just as he was driving away from Liangshan, a secret phone call came through to him.

Black Guan'er took out the Motorola "Pocket Treasure" from behind the seat cushion, and what was displayed on the screen made him raise his eyebrows.

"Secret phone number?"

Black Guan'er found a place to stop the car and answered the call with some caution.

"Is it Old Ren?"

As Black Guan'er expected, a familiar old female voice came out: "Xiao Hei."

"Hey, hello, hello, it's me. Do you have any instructions?"

"After you arrive in the army, come to my place first. Fei'er misses you very much... Don't talk to Weiguo about this yet."

Black Guan'er looked embarrassed, but still agreed.

"Okay, keep busy."

Waiting for the other party to hang up, Black Guan'er grabbed the phone and thought about it for a long time. He still didn't choose to dial again, but silently started the ignition.

Ren Lao and Feng Weiguo's team are definitely on the same front, but they have different ideas about the management of strangers.

But these are not things he can participate in. He just needs to obey orders.

……

The final of the Wuzhi Grand Competition was held on the second day. Xiong Feiyan's injury was healed by Da Bimo himself, and he was already alive and well after a day.

The guards guarding the tripod set up their formation. Xiong Feiyan was not careless. She spit out her cherry red mouth and flew out the big blessing tripod. She was hiding behind her, always ready to subdue the five ghost soldiers (generals) who were looking at them eagerly.

Feng Zhenghao tried to cover up a bit, suppressing the ghost general's strength to fight with the tripod guards.

The two wizards themselves didn't make any moves, but the top ten ghosts on the field were fighting fiercely.

In the past half-quarter of an hour, Xiong Feiyan felt that something was wrong. When the tripod guard defended herself, she didn't use much energy, but when she used her spiritual mind to control the attack, it took a lot of energy and energy.

Looking at Feng Zhenghao's appearance in a blink of an eye, he looked calm and relaxed, without showing any sign of fatigue?
Observing these "ghost soldiers" carefully, Heiqi is so powerful that despite being born for so long, there is no sign of weakness or dissipation.

"Half ghost general?" Xiong Feiyan was horrified.

The half-ghost general is the semi-finished product of the ghost general and is also a waste product.

After being refined, this kind of ghost is stronger than ghost soldiers in all aspects, but it is still far away from ghost generals. It is also a treasure in the eyes of many witches.

It seemed unrealistic to her that these five ghosts were all ghost generals, but it was not unacceptable if they were half-finished products.

Can't delay any longer!

Xiong Feiyan moved his arms, Wu Wei raised his body, Chang Ge advanced, and stabbed straight towards Feng Zhenghao!
The majestic Dazhu Ding also exploded at a faster speed than before, and the black energy turned into solid bolts and hit the five ghost generals, making them unable to move.

Feng Zhenghao's door opened wide, and Chang Ge was about to knock off his round glasses!

At this moment, a demonic wind blew by, and a black "wave" emerged from Feng Zhenghao's palm - it was a specially-made spirit body that had been tempered for thousands of times, it could shrink freely, and was a weapon exclusively for him!

when!
Chang Ge was blocked by the spirit body. Feng Zhenghao took the opportunity to stretch out his right hand, and Xiong Feiyan's Chang Ge was caught in his hand.

"Disperse!"

The prototype of the five guards appeared, and in an instant they turned into black energy and entered Xiong Feiyan's body.

After Xiong Feiyan asked the spirit to get up, a look of surprise flashed across her majestic face. Five ghost generals had sprung out from all directions at some point and took action to restrain her one after another!
"you!"

A trace of anger arose in Xiong Feiyan's heart. Was this guy just hiding his clumsiness?

At this time, she finally understood Geng Ziri's frustration. The Nuo painting god who was good at it was instantly subdued, not because he became weaker, but because Feng Zhenghao's methods were too weird.

As if being ordered, the guard guarding the tripod huddled inside her body and did not dare to come forward, which made her feel what it meant to be truly powerless.

"What's going on! Even Feiyan..."

Xiong Chu's face froze. He originally thought that Xiong Feiyan could successfully win the championship, enter the ancestral land, and gradually reach the pinnacle of life...

"It seems the winner has been decided -" the host looked around, the discussion was intense, but there was no objection.

"The winner is Feng Zhenghao!"

　I'll get back on track in two days. The daily routine I originally wrote was too overwhelming, so I deleted it, alas.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)