It’s Okay to Go to the Internet Cafe

"By the way, brother, which illusion did you play yesterday?" Wei Chen asked.

"I played Mario yesterday and exchanged points for three defensive charms." Wei Hen said as he took out the charm to Wei Chen.

"This thing is not bad, it can increase one's defense three times, and it can save life when it is critical." Wei Chen said.

"Okay, stop the ink stains, it's time to practice in a while." Wei Hen didn't answer the word and pulled his younger brother to the canteen.

When we arrived at the cafeteria, many of the same mentor brothers had already started to eat, and the Wei brothers had finished their meal, so that no one had a seat and started eating.

"Do you know? Meng He has already broken through the blood clotting period."

"Everyone knows the news about you."

"Hehe, Meng He not only broke through to the coagulation period, but also rushed to the third level of the coagulation period."

"Tsk tusk, this Meng He deserves to be a genius, he has been able to cultivate in this way only two years after he came to the sect."

The two brothers of the Wei family couldn't help but envy Meng He's talent in their hearts while listening to the chatter.

"Wei Hen, where did you two go yesterday?" A chubby teenager walked to the table of the Wei brothers and sat down with a large bowl of porridge and asked.

"It's nothing, my brothers went to visit relatives in the city yesterday." Wei Hen looked at the fat man in front of him and said casually.

A mysterious smile appeared on Fatty's round face, and Mung Bean's small eyes looked at Wei Chen, "I think you should be practicing secretly."

When Wei Chen heard the fat man's words, he almost choked. He coughed slightly, "Ah, the money is different. Don't talk when you eat."

The difference in money is the name of this big fat man, he is the young man in the largest restaurant in Ling Tiancheng. His father Qianqian wanted to make his son worthwhile, so he sent him to Ling Tianzong to practice.

Qiandi curled his lips, didn't speak, picked up his big name, and drank the porridge in one gulp.

After eating, Ling Tianzong's outer disciples came to the martial arts field to gather, and stood neatly under the field waiting for Teacher Liu.

Not long after, a dark-faced middle-aged man wearing a training suit came to the martial arts field with his hands on his back, and looked at the straight disciple standing underneath the field, a trace of satisfaction flashed on his solemn face.

Teacher Liu coughed slightly and said, "Ah, all my sect disciples have to practice one-on-one actual combat every week. This is to improve the disciples' actual combat experience. It is still the old rule today. The draw comparison should not hurt the same sect. Those who do not make heavy hands, or insult or violate the rules, what do you think should be dealt with?"

The disciples off the court shouted in unison: "Those who violate the rules will have a hundred sticks for the light ones! The heavy ones will be confined for seven days!"

Head Liu Jiao heard the vigorous shout, nodded in satisfaction, and shouted: "Start!"

The disciples off the court lined up to draw lots, and soon it was the Wei brothers' turn. Wei Hen drew No. 77 and Wei Chen drew No. 22.

Seeing that the disciples have finished drawing the numbers, Teacher Liu said: "The next matchup, 1 vs. 2, 3 vs. 4, and so on, start the match."

The disciples off the court began to find their opponents based on their numbers.

Wei Hen walked up to Wei Chen and asked, "Brother, what's your number?"

Wei Chen showed the number in his hand, smiled and said, "I am number 22."

Qian Qian, not far away, heard Wei Chen's words and was surprised to walk up to Wei Chen. As soon as he reached the 22nd, he shook his head and sighed: "Hey, brother, you really have a bad life. Your opponent is the genius Meng He!"

Upon hearing this, the Wei brothers explained that they were shocked and looked at the young man holding the sword not far away.

The sword-holding young man looked unremarkable, and he felt like an ordinary stone, which made people neglect.

Wei Hen couldn't help sighing, "Hey, brother, you can accept your fate."

Wei Chen looked at his brother speechlessly, and said to his heart that you look down on your brother like that.

About the past 5 minutes, Liu Jiao sat on the edge of the martial arts field and shouted: "The fight begins! No. 1 and No. 2 are on the court."

Hearing the words of Teacher Liu, two people flew out of the crowd and went to the center of the martial arts field.

The disciples off the court discussed.

"It's actually Liu Sankuang playing against Faifei Wong!"

"Both of them are in the realm of perfect body refining. It's hard to say the outcome of this duel."

"Yes!"

"But I think Faye Wong can win."

"Are you stupid! Liu San Kuangxiu is a **** battle, he is more and more courageous, especially after seeing blood, she must be crazy, Faifei Wong is defeated."

"You're stupid! Faye Wong has already mastered the yellow-level high-grade martial arts tsunami swordsmanship. I heard that the power can be equal to the low-grade martial arts of the prefecture level!"

The two in the middle of the martial arts field, after arching their hands to each other, took out their weapons, and began to fight.

Holding a Overlord's gun, Liu Sankuang put the gun across his chest, and said to Faifei Wong, "Sister, be careful." After that, he took the gun and pierced Faifei Wong's right hand.

Faifei Wong flicked the long sword in her hand, and the long sword turned into a long whip. With a long whip in her right hand, she entangled the stabbed long spear.

Liu Sankuang turned his hands vigorously, and with a hum of his spear, he broke away from control and continued to stab Faifei Wong.

Faifei Wong whipped the sword, spread the spear with one sword, and flashed to the left. She came to Liu Sankuang's left side and swung a long sword to stab him in the neck.

Liu Sankuang didn't rush, holding a gun in his right hand, squatting down, and stabbing Fafei Wong with the spear obliquely.

Faifei Wong was shocked, this Liu San Kuang knew that there was a problem with my order! Faifei Wong retracted her sword, stepped on the ground and flew away.

Liu Sankuang stopped his gun and stood there, looking at Faifei Wong's pale face, then he folded his hands and said to Teacher Liu: "Teacher! I give up in this fight."

When the disciples heard this, all the disciples were shocked.

But the head coach Liu, who was sitting on the sidelines, knew why Liu Sankuang had surrendered. It was because Fafei Wong came to the moon.

Teacher Liu was very satisfied with Liu Sankuang's character and nodded and said: "This time Faifei Wong wins!"

Faifei Wong walked to Liu Sankang and said, "Junior Brother, we will be comparing the heights next time." Liu Sankang nodded and walked off the martial arts field.

After several rounds of disciples fighting, it was finally Wei Chen's turn to play.

Holding the sword, Meng He walked towards the center of the martial arts step by step with a blank expression on his face.

Wei Hen looked at his nervous younger brother and couldn't help but joked, "Brother, the outcome is not important, you just need to come back alive."

When Wei Chen heard his brother's words, he rolled his eyes and walked onto the martial arts field.

The disciples off the court could not help discussing when they saw such a contrast.

"Wei Chen must be defeated!"

"That is, Meng He is already in the blood clotting period, and Wei Chen is only in the refining period."

"This is a battle of profound strength."

On the martial arts field, Wei Chen bowed his hand to Meng He, and Meng He also bowed his hand in return. After the two parties finished the ceremony, Meng He said, "There is a difference in your cultivation base, I will let you ten tricks."

Wei Chen shook his head and said, "You and I are really bad, but you can't let me. I hope you can show your strength and defeat me."

A bright flash of light flashed in Meng He's eyes, he slowly drew out his sword and said, "Okay."

Wei Chen called out the long sword from Qiankun's bag, held it in his hand, and nodded to Meng He, "Come on."

Meng He threw the long sword in his hand directly, with sword energy on the long sword, and shot straight at Wei Chen.

Wei Chen has played countless times in the illusion in the past two days, and his actual combat experience has also improved a lot. Seeing the flying sword, Wei Chen held the sword in both hands, facing the flying sword, and shouted, "Give me back!" The sword in his hand waved vigorously. , Swinging a half-meter-long sword energy, directly knocking the long sword into the air.

Meng He used his right hand to draw the flying sword into his hand, stepping on his feet, and quickly attacked from Wei Chen's right.

With a step on the ground, Wei Chen used his inner spiritual power to gather on the long sword, looking at Meng He who had already arrived in front of him, holding the sword in his right hand, flicking left and right, two crossed sword auras shot towards Meng He.

Meng He stepped on his body and flew into the air to avoid the sword energy. He looked at Wei Chen on the ground in the air. With a long sword in his right hand, he waved a shadowy hill and pressed Wei Chen down. This is Meng He's signature martial arts mountain swordsmanship. .

Wei Chen felt the pressure of the Void Shadow Hill, gritted his teeth, inserted the long sword into the ground, and slowly raised his right hand and danced. In an instant, countless hand shadows appeared and hit the hill above.