Universal system must die

Chapter 120, Black Dragon Stick Upgrade
Well, no son is promising, it's better than others.

After He Lanfeng was envious, he was soon happy for He Ming.

Time passed quickly, and it was already a week in the blink of an eye.

People from all walks of life in the province gathered in the capital. For this reason, the Super Special Bureau has seconded a large number of people from all over the country. Who is afraid that something will happen.

They benefited a lot from this competition.

The top [-] masters who failed to advance to the provincial competitions were vigorously recruited by the Super Special Bureau, and at least half of them joined the Super Special Bureau. They are currently strong and strong.

More than 600 people lived in the Gabe Hotel contracted by the Hurricane Preparation Department. People from all walks of life came and went, and it was very unpleasant to see each other.

But no one dared to make trouble in the hotel. The Super Special Bureau sent ten masters to stay permanently, and the preparation team even sent a master of the spirit gathering realm to sit in charge.

There are more than 600 people, and there are actually more than 20 people who have reached the Transcendent Realm, and these people originally accounted for only a small number of people in the red envelope group, but now they are pulled into the red envelope group by He Mingquan.

After all, it is worth looking forward to how many S coins these lovely people will contribute after seeing the Red Packet Group Mall.

Zhao Tianba was ranked among the top ten in the province. He thought very openly. He had only spent money on his cultivation for a short time. It is not bad to have this ranking.

He is a billionaire himself, so he doesn't take the [-] million bonus very seriously. What he values ​​is being able to participate and improve his strength.

Tusan'er Province ranked fourth, this is what he did deliberately, low-key and clumsy preparations for the finals to soar into the sky.

Although the current strength is only in the flow state, but the deployment of the bad luck technique can actually make some bad luck attach to the opponent.

The opponent's misfortune is naturally his luck, comparable to a master in the Transcendent Realm.

Xiaoyao Sanren is also a friend of the Baiyin Group. As a Taoist layman disciple, in addition to the exercises of the Red Envelope Group, he also knows Taoist Qi Refining Kung Fu.

Ranked first in the province, with mid-level strength in the Transcendent Realm, and one of the favorites to win the championship.

The original group of friends in the red envelope group, these three are the most powerful. Now that hundreds of masters from various provinces have joined in, there are ten more silver group friends in the group.

And the first golden group of friends, the god of wealth, was born.

He is a native of the United States, and he has not participated in the superpower competition, and he does not need to participate. If he wants something, he can buy it in exchange for S coins.

He Ming is looking forward to the rich people in the Omi country. One day, search for the top [-] millionaires in Omi, or should they all be included?
Two days before the competition was approaching the final, He Ming went to the designated hotel for the competition to inspect on behalf of the hurricane.

Wang Hua has already finished his investment in Juxiang Technology and returned to the capital to follow him.

This is the Beijing Jiabei International Crown Store, the general manager He Ming's cousin He Shan.

At the beginning, he was controlled by the blood servant, He Ming rescued him and went back to his family to recuperate. Later, he awakened his blood coagulation ability, and was pulled into the red envelope group by He Ming to donate exercises. Now he is also a master of the flow.

"He Ming, long time no see!"

"Cousin, it's good that you recover."

The two brothers hugged together, and He Shan's strength skyrocketed and he stepped into the extraordinary world he was looking forward to, his face full of joy.

The Jiabei Group's moths were almost cleaned up, and he was sent to the Jiabei Hotel in Beijing to preside over the overall situation.

He Ming patrolled around as usual. Although the strength of the contestants from all over the place is extraordinary, most of them abide by the rules. Those who deliberately cause trouble will be directly removed from the competition.

I saw the master of the Juling Realm stationed in the hotel, a member of the most mysterious department of the hurricane, in his 40s, about the same age as Helan Mountain.

To be able to achieve the Spirit Gathering Realm at this time, the cultivation talent is also first-class.

"Uncle Yang has worked hard."

"Ok!"

Yang Tinghu was not good at words, he held a wooden stick and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

The wooden stick has a peculiar texture, and the black matte material looks like wood but not wood. It is as thick as an adult's wrist and is one meter long.

"Uncle Yang, your wooden stick is very strange, let me see how it is."

Yang Tinghu suddenly opened his eyes, staring at He Ming with indifferent look in his eyes.

In his eyes, He Ming's aura is not obvious, either he is a non-streamer, or his strength is stronger than him, he naturally chooses to believe in the former.

"No."

After uttering two words coldly, he was about to close his eyes and meditate again.

"Hehe, I just borrowed it to take a look."

He Ming laughed and reached out to grab the stick.

"No."

He Shan was taken aback, he saw Yang Tinghu's power with his own eyes.

A contestant tried to take Yang Tinghu's wooden stick rudely, but was beaten flying by him, and he still hasn't recovered.

You must know that the contestant is one of the top ten players in the province, and a top player in the stream, which shows how powerful Yang Tinghu is and how much he attaches importance to wooden sticks.

"Humph!"

Yang Tinghu glanced at him coldly, he was about to teach He Ming a little lesson by lightly lifting the wooden stick.

pat!

The wooden stick suddenly disappeared, Yang Tinghu's pupils shrank instantly, and he was shocked.

He had seen someone who could snatch the stick from his hands silently and make him unable to react.

But that existence may be the realm that He Mingru can reach.

He Ming was playing with a wooden stick in his hand, and He Shan beside him let out a sigh.

It seems that Yang Tinghu gave Xiao Ming's parents face, not like him, he was really worried that Yang Tinghu would hurt He Ming.

But no one could feel the shock in Yang Tinghu's heart.

"Sticks are fine."

Naturally, He Ming didn't do this for no reason. Yang Tinghu had been with his mother for many years and had saved her mother's life. Although he didn't like to talk, he was loyal to his mother but never said anything.

He took out the spiritual weapon upgrade scroll, a blue quality upgrade scroll worth 2000 million S coins, which he used without hesitation.

The black black wooden stick shrouded the faint blue light, and the brilliance flowed within it, which never dissipated for a long time.

Everyone looked at this scene in amazement, Yang Tinghu had a different heart, and Molong stick was connected with him.

He could feel the joy coming from the ink dragon stick, which was the joy of being promoted to a higher level.

After 10 minutes, the blue light faded, and what was in front of me was a dull ink stick, just like before.

But Yang Tinghu was excited, others couldn't feel it, but he knew it very well, and his longing eyes were fixed on Molong stick.

He knew that if Heming didn't want to return it to him, he couldn't snatch it away.

"Uncle Yang, return it to you."

"I...thank you."

Yang Tinghu doesn't talk much, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know the world.

After receiving the ink dragon stick, a familiar feeling welled up in my heart, the huge power contained in the stick was three points stronger than before.

And it seems that he has more abilities, he is eager to try it out.

"Why help me?"

"My mother is in danger, why did you help her?"

Yang Tinghu understood, bowed solemnly, and among the people he recognized, there was one more person.

He is not good at expressing it, but he remembers it in his heart.

He Ming left him, and his cousin suggested to have dinner.

There are tables in the banquet hall on the third floor of the hotel, where most of the contestants eat.

People who are acquainted with each other sit together in twos and threes, eating and chatting, and the food and beverage standard provided by the hotel can reach Michelin three stars.

Even on many recipes, you can see dishes made with mutated beast ingredients.

It tasted pretty good, but when He Ming was debating whether to start with the foie gras or the shark's fin first, he was interrupted by arguing next to him.

Just as he was thinking about what was going on, he heard a bang, and a person maintaining order from the Super Special Bureau flew out.

"what happened?"

He Ming frowned, someone actually made trouble.

(End of this chapter)