Marvel – Immortal Path

Papa, papa,

The shallow muddy puddles under the bridge hole were broken by footsteps, Li Ang supported the moss-covered stone wall, limping He walked forward staggeringly.

He walked to a dark corner where the streetlights could not reach, sat down slowly against the wall, gritted his teeth and took off his shirt.

The skin all over his body was flushed, and the fine blood beads penetrated from the capillary blood vessels filled a thin layer of blood scabs. You could hear the crackling peeling sound as soon as you stretched out your hand.

Li Ang sighed and said: "Let’s hide and recover first..."

Li Ang squinted his eyes and recalled the scene just now, the monster wearing the cloak of bats. The guest in his Spiritual Consciousness is like a fiery burning torch, full of fierce energy ready to go. If you face the enemy, I am afraid that oneself will be punched by the opponent before the seal is formed. fly.

"The physique cast by thousands of hammers, hundred refinements requires extremely high innate talent, and even more requires rock-like invulnerable, indestructible and impregnable perseverance, cold and deep will. This kind of person is even in the old days. , Is also a practice genius of a thousand miles and a thousand miles. Maybe he can really enter the Tao with martial arts, step on shatter void, and become the mirror of Human Immortal."

Li Ang seemed to think of something, and sighed: "It's a pity Now that Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi has collapsed, no matter what you have the excellent talent to fish leaping over the dragon gate, you can’t get rid of the shallow pool. In the end, it’s just stopping at the Grandmaster realm."

He also Not all regrets for the bat monsters, but Martial Dao Grandmaster is a rare product in any era, and listening to the other party's tone is estimated to be quite arrogant, so I commented on that's all.

In his previous life, Li Ang was trapped in Nascent Soul Realm for a long time and couldn’t break through. He was not a pedantic person who wanted to learn from ancient times. He thought that the other mountain's stone can polish jade, so he went down to the mortal world to dress up as Ordinary people, go to Jianghu Sect in the mountains of Sichuan to learn martial skills.

Several decades, I have learned blade, spear, sword, halberd battle axe and wrestling. I can even play special weapons and hidden weapon darts. .

Li Ang looked at the slightly trembling palm and muttered to himself: "Now that Spiritual Qi is broken, if you want to rely on Breathing Technique to accumulate Spiritual Qi like the previous life, I'm afraid it's not possible. It's better to turn in. Martial Dao, see if you can combine the spells you have cultivated in your previous life to create a broad and open road."

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, whether it is a bat monster or a Gotham police station. Oneself can deal with the trouble,

Fortunately, when Li Ang attacked the gunman in the warehouse, he took advantage of a crisis for personal gain and touched a few wallets. After a little inspection, there is still one inside. About 1,000 USD in cash, you can save a little and can handle it for a few days.

Li Ang took a long sigh and washed away the blood scabs on his body with the river water. After being a little less embarrassed, he walked onto the road and passed by the waste gasoline cans used by the vagrants to burn garbage for heating. Throw in the rags wrapped in oneself and burn them all.

Like all the glamorous big cities in the world, Gotham also has dark and dirty corners. For a "black house" like Li Ang, being remote and mixed means safety.

He walked into the Xiacheng district with a calm expression, and found a run-down motel along the mottled and rusty neon signs.

The boss of the hotel is a bloated, middle-aged fatty. He slumped on the boss chair behind the glass counter, with his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his mouth was chewing on a half of the Hegemon burger delivered by the takeaway.

He glanced at the simple clothes on the Chinese-American Li Ang, and said in a weak tone: "Please show your ID..."

Li Ang Silently took out two 100 face value Franklins from his wallet and patted them on the table, "Is this all right?"

Boss raised his eyebrows and protruded from the small window of the glass counter. The arm took the banknote away, turned the seat, took a bunch of keys from the shelf behind him, and handed it to Li Ang.

"Your room is on the second floor, turn left and the third room. Don't make noises or make strange noises. When playing rock music, be lighter-unless you can beat the gangster in the next room."

The hotel boss yawned, took a piece of paper and wiped away the sticky ketchup from the corner of his mouth, and said: "If you want to solve your physical needs, there is a phone book to contact the girl on the bedside table. By the way, I advise you to do it. Good protection measures."

Li Ang's eyes are twitched, not to mention that his Dao Heart is firm, and he doesn't value the relationship between men and women so much. Even if it really rises up, he can face these rough skin and luxuriant hair. The white-skinned woman of Panbang who has a strong taste, he can't get rid of it either.

He politely declined the obscure pimp business, and when he walked up the stairs, thoughts move, and asked the Boss: "By the way, are there newspapers for sale here?"

Boss was staring at a roll of playboy color magazines in his hand, and without looking back, he said, "What age is this, also people read newspapers? That's not what the white gentlemen of Shangcheng District do at morning tea." Huh?"

be that as it may, he still moved his chair, and found a stack of nearly brand-new recent newspapers from the cabinet in front of him, with a large line of "Gotham Times" printed on it.

"Tony Stark holds a press conference"

"Mutants riots in Los Angeles Stadium"

"Seattle police cracked a cult case"

These headlines made Li Ang's eyes shine instantly. He said: "What kind of newspapers are you here? I want them all. The old ones will do."

The hotel boss gave him a suspicious look. He murmured: "It's a weird person," but he still looked at Franklin's face obediently and honestly and found out a lot of old newspapers from the cabinet and patted them on the table.

Even when he was walking in Li Ang, the Boss of Travel Point bought a lot of discarded and tattered pieces and gave a gift of friendship to a girl magazine that had not been opened last month. The content is naturally like the young girl on its cover acted coquettishly, full of the extravagant sentiment of capitalism.

"These Western countries are really bad for courtesy and music, and people's hearts are not old!"

Li Ang sighed and stuffed the colored magazines into the pile of newspapers, thinking about it. In the Tang Dynasty, the Qingge Manwu in the Chu Hall of the Middle Qin Building in Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, while holding the newspaper, sighed softly, walked up the steps and found the room according to the number plate.

The bedding with a stale smell, the carpet that has been burned by cigarettes, the yellowed window glass on the inner and outer walls, and also the inoperable tap water, it is really overflowing with a decayed and worn-out breath , And the appearance of this Xiacheng motel is the same.

Li Ang sat on the bed indifferently, turned on the bedside lamp, and carefully flipped through the newspapers.

After all, whether it is to preserve oneself or to seek an opportunity to cultivate, the first thing to bear is to quickly collect information on the world.