... What the hell reason is this? Lou Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't laugh or cry, but generally understood what the other party meant.
It is indeed the country where bureaucracy and art are at their peak... Sir Humphrey's coffin board is not known to be held down...
Auman quietly looked at Lou Cheng, and hurriedly added:
"However, most countries have agreed to your visa. Except for the cattle country, only Gaul and the independent country refused the visa."
"Then there's no problem." Lou Cheng nodded slowly, and sent Yan Zheke what happened just now as a joke.
Ghost's high-risk weapon!
As long as you can fly to Europe, no matter which country it is, are you afraid that the rest will not be able to enter
As for the small trenches in Niuguo and the European continent, I can walk across the water!
After this matter came to an end, Lou Cheng devoted himself to more and more rigorous practice, taking time out every day to fight with the club's trainers who had awakened lightning, electromagnetic and other abilities, and let them imitate the fighting style of Shang Qingzong.
The next professional game will determine this year's "No. 1 in the world" to some extent!
On the day Yan Zheke flew to Brutal, Lou Cheng had just left the practice field wiping off his sweat when he saw "Queen Luo" Ning Zitong standing outside in a navy blue suit.
"Take a shower, pack up, and we have to leave tonight." This peerless senior beauty gave orders with a smile.
It's the weekend? Is this the day to go north to the east of the lake to challenge Shang Qingzong? Lou Cheng, who was addicted to cultivation, suddenly had the feeling that a day in the mountains would be a thousand years in the world.
"Okay." He calmed down and replied solemnly.
Washing away the body's stickiness with splashing hot water and alleviating mental fatigue, he packed up his simple luggage and went to Waigang Restaurant to have dinner - he didn't need to go home, and the clothes he put in the club room were enough for rotation.
At half past six, Lou Cheng led Auman to the door and saw a Coaster minibus.
When he climbed up, he could see the situation inside the car with a glance:
The "Dragon King" Chen Qitao sat in the first row facing the window, leaning on the backrest, with his eyes closed, as if resting his mind, as if he was in a slumber, without expressing any expression or saying a word.
His current assistant, Huang Zhenghong, who was dressed in an elite suit and leather shoes, was sitting opposite, not too close, as if he couldn't bear the natural coercion.
Lu Yan, a part-time coach, is in the penultimate row. If you look carefully at his profound and handsome face, you can see some wrinkles and aging. Coupled with his gray hair, he fully demonstrates the strong charm of an old man.
He maintained his usual stern expression, and was talking in a low voice with the lawyer-like assistant wearing half-rim glasses next to him.
Don't look at Lu Yan's unsmiling appearance, but Lou Cheng, who has followed the Dragon Tiger Club for many years, knows how passionate the opponent can be after defeating a strong enemy, and even make some provocative actions, such as rushing to the enemy's seat Celebrate.
This is not an immature performance of the other party when they were young. It has been staged twice this year.
Ning Zitong, who had changed into a long gauze dress, sat next to her apprentice Guo Jie, one of them was talking about women, and the other was not paying attention to it and even echoing it a little distractedly. The assistants of the two of them were scattered around. Doing their own things separately.
Lou Cheng nodded in greeting, and randomly picked a vacant seat by the window to sit down, while Ouman and Guo Jie's assistant Wang Yuexi got together and chatted in a low voice.
A few minutes later, Coaster started, all the way out of the city, drove on the highway, and headed north.
It is said to go north, but in fact, the east of the lake is not too north. Not only is it not as good as the Guanwaimeng, but it is adjacent to Guangnan without even crossing the Yangtze River. However, according to the habits of Huacheng people, the north of Huacheng is called the north.
Because of this, instead of taking the high-speed rail, go there by yourself.
The two drivers took turns and arrived at Tianlei Mountain, where Emperor Qingzong was located, in the middle of the night. After a few hours of rest at the reserved hotel, Lou Cheng and the others began to exercise their adaptability. Because of the imminent battle, they did not engage in intra-group confrontation.
After a day of adjustment, they sat on Coaster again at two o'clock in the afternoon and went up the Panshan Highway.
This road has nine twists and eighteen turns, pine forests and valleys, dotted with thin snow, with cliffs on one side and abyss on the other side. The terrain is dangerous and the environment is secluded.
After passing Wansonggang, there are eight disciples of Shangqing sect wearing blue Taoist robes and holding long swords guarding in front of them. In ancient times, this place was called "Xiejianya". Anyone who visits must leave their weapons before continuing to go up .
This is not too restrictive for warriors who are both good at boxing and kung fu, it's just a matter of politeness.
The eight disciples separated to the left and right, and each played Jishou to welcome everyone in the Dragon and Tiger Club.
Ning Zitong withdrew his gaze from the window, flipped through the today's newspaper bought by his assistant, half lamented and half complained:
"The current newspapers are getting worse and worse. In addition to advertisements, they are still advertisements. Back then, such a duel was really a full-page special topic. From the layout of the home team, the recent battles of the two sides, and their respective behaviors. , to all kinds of sensational, all kinds of bloody content, everything that one expects to find, and the writing is good, now, hey, there are still special topics, but it’s not hard enough and perfunctory.”
"Now is the era of self-media. Many portals are lazy. They don't plan much on their own. They mainly repost other people's, let alone newspapers?" Lou Cheng, who was sitting in the back row of Ning Zitong, said with a smile while holding his mobile phone.
As for the comments on the Internet, most of them are that the Dragon King is too conceited, too arrogant, and too arrogant.
At this time, it is justified to let Long Zhen use his spare heat!
Other plans are too dangerous, too uncertain!
"In the past ten years, the changes have been really great..." Ning Zitong sighed, and then said, "Shang Qingzong's application does not require audiences, and I'm afraid there will be some trouble."
"That is to improve the home field advantage." Lu Yan replied without any surprise.
"Dragon King" Chen Qitao has kept his eyes closed since he got in the car, without any surprise, like a clay puppet, but Guo Jie took the time to study the game videos of several strong players in Shangqingzong, no matter whether he has one or not. Chance to play.
Coster bypassed Jiejian Cliff, passed Wuxianguai, and arrived at the parking lot outside the gate of Shangqing Zongshan.
The Dragon Tiger Club and its party, headed by Chen Qitao, filed down, making the reporters who could only watch here frantically take pictures and videotape.
After entering the gate of the Shangqing sect, Auman and other assistants stopped, and were led to drink tea by the Taoist Zhike. Several outsiders continued to go up, passed through the courtyard, stepped on the stone steps, and climbed to the top of the mountain.
It got its name because it was struck by lightning all the year round. There was no snow at all, and it was bare, only stones remained.
As soon as he got close, Lou Cheng felt that the ring on his hand was disturbed by the magnetic field, showing signs of ready to move.
A thunderbolt falls from the sky, and thunder and lightning generate magnetism!
And that's not the point. The point is that there were nine thick electric poles on the top of the mountain where there were no foreign objects in the past, and high-voltage transmission lines came from below.
On the high-voltage wire in the center, there stood a white-robed Taoist man with a high crown on his head and a handsome face. The corners of his clothes fluttered and fluttered with the strong wind on the top of the mountain, with an indescribable ease. He was the "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou.
"Dragon King" Chen Qitao suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, looked over, and met the opponent's gaze.
Suddenly there was a flash of lightning in the sky, it seemed to hit an invisible tree, and it burned out of thin air, with a lavender flame, it fell to the ground crackling, turned into small snakes and scattered, leaving only scorched marks.
Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Qitao didn't look any further, and took the lead in walking to the distance. There were a few futons on the edge of the cliff, which was the visiting team's seat.
All of this has the simple and quaint charm of dating hundreds of years ago, but the thick telephone poles and the high-voltage lines dividing the sky have destroyed this feeling.
"This is to borrow high-voltage electricity..." Ning Zitong suddenly realized with a smile.
There was a little more solemnity between her brows and eyes.
After Lou Cheng and Peng Leyun on the opposite side nodded, they sat cross-legged and heard coach Lu Yan say:
"Wu Sheng is going to be the first to fight... Although let us dampen his spirit first, and then you, the Dragon King, have a better chance of winning, but I am afraid that he will be unstoppable with today's arrangement, and when the time comes, he will come with accumulated victories The power and influence of the people are so vast that they cannot be controlled, so you should take the lead."
"Exactly." Chen Qitao nodded lightly.
There seemed to be raging purple flames burning in his eyes.
Lu Yan turned to look at Lou Cheng, and suddenly asked:
"Are you confident?"
"Ah?" Lou Cheng didn't react for a while.
What is the problem
Lu Yan took a step forward, looked straight into his eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"If you don't have confidence and feel afraid, then I will do it myself!"
Lou Cheng immediately straightened his back, and answered decisively:
"Have!"
S: In the process of adjusting schedule, the number of words in this chapter is slightly less.