Volume 3: Stormy Chapter 195: The Mystery of Calligraphy and the Cangtan Lake in the Northern Territory
Feng Zhenghao looked at Wang Bing, and for a moment he was confused about what this guy was thinking...
This is not in line with the Wang family's style.
Looking at the teacup stretched out in front of him, Feng Zhenghao hesitated for a moment.
…
call!
Feng Zhenghao let out a long breath, picked up the teacup in front of him, clinked it lightly with Wang Bing's, and then drank it all in one gulp. "In that case, Feng will take his leave!"
Swish!
Feng Zhenghao stood up and walked out the door.
"Are you unwilling..."
Wang Bing slightly opened his eyes, looked at Feng Zhenghao's back and murmured, "If you want to sleep on firewood and taste gall, then King Wu must take a nap. Otherwise, you will taste the bitterness of the world, but it will be difficult to get sweetness in the end."
After saying that, Wang Bing stood up and walked towards the house. The old man should be waiting for him in the house.
"Grandpa, Feng Zhenghao is gone!"
After knocking on the door and getting a response, Wang Bing gently pushed the door open and walked in.
"How is it? How do you feel after meeting the real person?" Wang Ai asked with a smile.
"Well, it's a bit troublesome... Master, I think my perception is strong enough, but when facing Feng Zhenghao, apart from being able to detect his most sensitive emotions, I didn't detect any changes in his emotions."
Wang Bing sat aside and murmured, "He hid it very well. I originally thought that I would stop here, but it seems that he is not going to give up. I guess he will continue to get closer to you..."
"Minato? Come over here!"
Wang Ai chuckled, "I was afraid he might just come over..."
"Well, okay, okay... As long as you are confident, what do you think about the next battle?" Wang Bing asked.
"Zhang Lingyu..."
Wang Ai thought for a moment and said, "Didn't you make a deal with the company before? In that case, just do as agreed and eliminate the high-ranking official from the Tianshi Mansion."
"Won't this... make the old Taoist priest wary? He cheated me out of more than two million last night..."
"Humph, that old bastard Zhang Zhiwei..."
When Wang Ai found out that Zhang Zhiwei had extorted so much money from Wang Bing, he was furious. This old man was clearly targeting him. "I'll give this Lingyu a good beating tomorrow. Since he's already paid, I can't let this brat get away with it..."
…
the next day.
In the second court, Wang Bing and Zhang Lingyu met in front of the stadium.
Wang Bing bowed to Zhang Lingyu and said, "Master Lingyu..."
"Donor Wang..."
Although it was a bit embarrassing, Zhang Lingyu still returned the gift. There was nothing he could do because he was the one who collected the money yesterday afternoon. When he saw the huge sum of more than two million in front of him, Zhang Lingyu was also full of questions.
However, after knowing that it was his master who asked Wang Bing to hand it over, Zhang Lingyu still gritted his teeth and accepted it.
"Please don't hold back in today's match, Mr. Wang!"
After these few days of competition, everyone has a rough idea of how strong Wang Bing is .
powerful!
Very strong!
Putting aside Wang Bing's own martial arts and his mastery of Qi, his ability to paint and summon spirits is enough to make him look down upon many young talents of his generation.
Sometimes knowing the gap between two people is not scary. What is scary is that you don’t know how many cards the person you are facing has and what his true strength is.
Looking at all of Wang Bing's games, in the first round of the top 32 selection, his painting skills shocked the arena; in the second round of the top 16 selection, he was like a cat playing with a mouse, teasing Bai Shixue for a long time.
In the quarterfinals and semifinals, Wang Bing acted even more decisively, and each of his moves was fast, accurate and ruthless.
"Semi-finals, second half..."
"Zhang Lingyu versus Wang Bing!"
"Please come in..."
…
After both sides stood in place, Taoist Master Rongshan on the stage glanced sideways at Zhang Zhiwei and others.
In this match, all the guys came to watch. As for why...
What's so interesting about Zhang Chulan versus Feng Baobao?
The audience of Number One basically went there to beat up A-Lian, and the fight has come to this point, so there is no suspense anymore.
The only ones worth watching are Wang Bing and Zhang Lingyu.
"Players, take your positions. The game... begins!"
tread!
At Rong Shan's command, Wang Bing took a step forward. The Tianyuan Pen in his hand suddenly stretched out and turned into a spear. A jet of ink-black Qi flame was released from Wang Bing's body, like an ancient giant beast. The powerful aura surged towards Zhang Lingyu like a wave.
Gulp!
This power made Zhang Lingyu swallow hard.
Wang Bing waved the Tianyuan Pen in his hand, and black flames began to sweep towards the pen continuously. A ball of black liquid wrapped the entire gun-shaped Tianyuan Pen. As he slightly bent his front legs, the blue veins on his arms stretched, his eyes glared, and he swung the gun at Zhang Lingyu. The black liquid on the gun turned into a stream of ink and slashed straight at Zhang Lingyu.
So strong!
No place to hide!
This ink slash almost covered the entire arena, leaving Zhang Lingyu with no place to dodge, and at such a close distance...
Zhang Lingyu's pupils trembled, and all the energy in his body was mobilized. Black lightning appeared on his arms, and he directly sent the black lightning in his palms towards the slash.
Yin Wu Lei·Palm Thunder!
boom!
A huge gust of air suddenly arose in the middle of the field, and its powerful impact made the entire stadium tremble.
Even the sky darkened at this moment, as if it had received a call. The sky was clear just now, but now it was covered with dark clouds.
“Brother…”
Tian Jinzhong looked up at the sky, then at the two figures under the shock wave, then turned to Zhang Zhiwei and asked, "Is this really appropriate?"
"Old Tian, what do you think of Lingyu?"
Zhang Zhiwei did not directly respond to Tian Jinzhong's question and asked: "Or, what do you think this child is worried about now?"
"Yang Wulei..."
Tian Jinzhong said in a deep voice: "Brother, do you mean that Lingyu is still struggling with this..."
"Yes, he has never been able to overcome this hurdle. This kid always uses the palm thunder technique when performing thunder magic in front of others. Even when facing the strong opponent of the Wang family, he still uses the palm thunder technique to resist even at the risk of being defeated by one blow..."
Zhang Zhiwei slowly opened his narrowed eyes, "What a pity, this palm thunder is a move of Yang Wu Lei. No matter how much I yearn for Yang's brightness and uprightness, Yin is Yin, and in the end I can only get its form but not its essence."
"So, senior brother, do you want to use this child from the Wang family to stimulate Lingyu to face himself?" Tian Jinzhong asked.
"I hope so..."
BANG!!
Zhang Lingyu's body suddenly flew backwards from the smoke and dust, his feet embedded in the ground as he slid back for dozens of meters with no sign of stopping, until he crashed into the wooden barrier outside the stadium.
"Heavy and turbid, yet strange and changeable, unrestrained and free, it is about to rise like mercury pouring down the ground and penetrating every pore. This is the true face of Yin Wu Lei..."
Zhang Zhiwei said a name lightly: "This is the true face of Yin Wu Lei, Dirty Water Thunder..."
Coo coo coo coo!
A mass of something like black mud slowly flowed out from Zhang Lingyu's sleeves and spread towards the arena.
Gurgle...
After Zhang Lingyu broke free from the wall, he waved his sleeves and threw a large ball of black mud into the sky. The Yin thunder instantly turned into raindrops and fell on the field.
The black mud under his feet was getting more and more, dyeing half of the field where he was black.
"Oh my god! This... is this still thunder?"
"It's sticky and depressing... It looks dangerous, but it makes me want to find out what's going on..."
“This black thing feels so weird.”
People in the audience were also whispering to each other, as if they were discussing this Yin Lei.
Zhang Zhiwei also said calmly: "It's not comfortable to show Yin Wu Lei in public, right? Accept it! No matter what the reason, it is you now. Accept yourself now, even if you become a pig, you must accept it calmly!"
Dirty water thunder, Cangtan in the northern border!
Tick!
Tick!
Tick!
At this time, a ball of ink the size of a basketball fell from Wang Bing's Tianyuan pen to the ground, followed by the second drop, the third drop...
Gradually, a ball of black water appeared under Wang Bing's feet. Compared with Zhang Lingyu's Yin Thunder, this ball of black water seemed so quiet and deep.
"Hey, hey, hey... look at Wang Bing's feet."
"This... He can also use Yin Lei? What a joke."
"No, this doesn't seem to be Yin Lei, is it ink?"
At this moment, everyone in the audience, including Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Jinzhong and others, were attracted by the growing pool of ink under Wang Bing's feet.
"Is this kid imitating Lingyu's Beijing Cangtan?" Tian Jinzhong frowned slightly.
“There are some similarities, but not all…”
Even Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised. "It's hard to say now. I just don't know what this kid from the Wang family is doing..."
Soon, the entire stadium was filled with two streams of black liquid, one half was thick like mud, and the other half was as quiet as a pool.
The mystery of painting and calligraphy!
Although it is a bit unauthentic, after all, it is plagiarism...ah, no, it is borrowed from Zhang Lingyu's Beijing Cangtan.
However, if it works, it’s a good trick!
whoosh!
Just as Wang Bing was stunned, Zhang Lingyu's figure appeared directly beside Wang Bing.
A ball of black mud seeped out of Zhang Lingyu's sleeves again, and in an instant it was violently thrown towards Wang Bing.
A painting that is as beautiful as a flower!
Swish!
A large bunch of vines sprang out from the dark pool and bound Zhang Lingyu tightly, making him unable to move.
"This is…… "
Zhang Lingyu’s eyes widened involuntarily. He had no idea where this plant came from.
Wang Bing smiled and said, "Your speed has increased a lot, Master Lingyu! It seems that by accepting Yin Wu Lei, you have removed the shackles from your body. But this is a good thing. If you keep shrinking back, you won't be able to exert your full strength..."
"Also, isn't Master Lingyu a little overconfident? He wants to attack me in my own territory?"
Boom boom boom…
As soon as Wang Bing finished speaking, the surface of the pool behind Zhang Lingyu suddenly bulged, as if something was trying to jump out of it.
roar!
Then, a tiger roar sounded throughout the entire arena as the underwater thing rushed out.
Danqing·Zhonghu!
