What? Is there a strange person appearing near his house? "
In the bloody and crazy VIP box, thirty-five-year-old Wang Hao pushed up the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes flashing with eyes that ordinary people could not fathom. WWw. qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo. CoM
He looked at the projected telegram in front of him, pondered for a moment, picked up a toothpick on the table, broke it with a slight force of his fingers, and threw it into a trash can.
Without any verbal command, just a gesture, the five people wearing camouflage uniforms on the other side of the screen had a murderous look in their eyes.
"General, we know what to do."
The projection distorted for a while and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Wang Hao leaned back on the sofa and looked through the huge glass at the distant arena.
"General..." A villain with a long scar on his face next to Wang Hao slightly bowed his body and said, "May I ask a question?"
"Mingkun, what you want to ask about is about Chen Feiyu?" Wang Hao didn't have much expression on his face.
"Yes." The scar-faced Mingkun nodded vigorously: "I don't understand how a five-star warrior is worthy of your efforts to recruit him. Why don't you kidnap his sister?"
Wang Hao's fingers tapped the armrest of the sofa regularly: "A five-star warrior is naturally not worth my effort. As for kidnapping? Is there any loyalty to the kidnapped person?"
"General. According to the data, he has not improved his strength in three years." Ming Kun bravely said again: "I'm afraid this person's potential..."
"I have my own sense of discretion in this matter."
Wang Hao waved his hand to interrupt Mingkun's reminder. There was a smile on his lips that others could not understand. He gently flipped through a notebook with a yellow cover that he carried with him.
This was when I was still the anti-narcotics captain. Things were seized from the home of a drug addict.
What is recorded above is not some martial arts training experience. It's not a martial arts secret book. Rather, he is a professor in the martial arts department of a university. Some theoretical insights from the research.
This professor. The direction of research is the question of the qualifications of warriors. It was mentioned arrogantly at the beginning: "Martial arts is a super vast science. Even someone as strong as Song Wendong does not dare to claim to have understood all the true meanings of martial arts. At least in terms of studying the qualifications of warriors. I He has a more authoritative voice than him! He knows how to practice, but he doesn’t necessarily know how to do research!”
Wang Hao didn't know if this was too arrogant, but when he used the method recorded above to identify a person's martial arts qualifications, he never made a mistake.
In other words, there were only half a mistake, and it was Chen Feiyu.
When Wang Hao met Chen Feiyu for the first time, he found that he was very similar to the root bone of a martial arts prodigy recorded in his notes.
The professor named this root bone: Sun Bronze Bone.
According to the professor's records, people with bronze bones of the sun theoretically have super talents for learning martial arts. Even if congenital malnutrition in childhood affects the development of the body, there will not be any bottleneck before breaking through to the comet level.
Regarding the bronze bones of the sun, the professor gave many speculations.
Wang Hao knew from his notes that warriors with Sun Bronze Bone Qualifications, even if they are born with malnutrition, can still make up for it the day after tomorrow. As long as they follow the prescriptions he designed to strengthen their foundation and cultivate their vitality, they will still be able to enter the star level or even higher. possible.
Through several observations, Wang Hao was able to confirm that Chen Feiyu's root bone was indeed the bronze bone of the sun. I don't know why, but this man who should have been soaring in strength actually hit a bottleneck just after he entered the Meteor Star.
Moreover, according to the data, Chen Feiyu's bottleneck has lasted for three years, with no sign of a breakthrough.
It is quite astonishing how much development a warrior with the bronze bones of the sun will have in the future.
Wang Hao also knew that such a talent must be made to surrender sincerely. If he uses shameless and dirty methods to make the other party temporarily surrender, it is tantamount to planting a time bomb for himself.
Therefore, Wang Hao knew very well that Chen Feiyu must truly surrender. At that time, as long as you find a way to develop the opponent's potential, it will be equivalent to having a warrior master above the star level in the future.
Wang Hao would naturally not tell anyone about such an important matter.
In the Golden Triangle, Wang Hao's power is not so powerful that other forces dare not compete with him for talents.
If someone knew and believed in a person like Chen Feiyu, then it is estimated that all powerful forces would start fighting for him.
By then, if anyone was in a hurry, Chen Feiyu would probably be beaten to death on the spot.
I can't get it, and no one else can think of it. Those who pursue this principle are not one or two in the Golden Triangle.
What's more, the most powerful forces may even get more than one rebirth elixir.
After all, everyone in the world knows it.
The Abolition Pill does not allow users to break through bottlenecks 100%, it only increases the probability of breaking through bottlenecks.
Two Reborn Pills obviously provide one more opportunity to break the bottleneck than one Reborn Pill.
A polite knock on the door interrupted Wang Hao's thinking.
Macaccio was smiling with great care in his eyes.
, nodded and bowed and walked into the VIP box.
"General, hello..."
"Oh, Manager Ma, what's the matter?" Wang Hao raised his eyelids. He was not in the good mood of a bloody and crazy employee and would call him a general.
"The thing is like this..." Macacio said with some confusion: "The person who took away the heart of the Finger Demon Butcher came yesterday..."
"Really?" Wang Hao raised his head and looked around the ring. His thick eyebrows squeezed together, giving rise to a bit of anger: "Manager Ma, are you kidding me? Where is he?"
"Well..." Macaccio said with some embarrassment: "He may have lost his mind and went to the first floor.
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"Minus one level? Six stars? Did he break through?"
The anger between Wang Hao's brows turned into faint surprise. According to the information provided by his subordinates, this person is very young. It is not easy to reach five-star strength. Enter six-star? This kind of situation is rare among warriors in the past.
"There is no breakthrough..." Macaccio pouted: "He is still a five-star player, but in order to make more money, he chose to play a six-star player."
"Really?" Wang Hao's butt left the sofa: "Okay, take me to the six-star VIP room."
"Ah?" Macaccio suspected that his ears were broken: "The possibility of him winning..."
Seeing that Wang Hao had arrived at the door, Macaccio did not dare to say anything. He could not afford to offend this man who was truly qualified to be called a general.
"General Xiao Wang, what a coincidence to meet you here."
Outside the VIP box, Wang Hao looked at an old man with bronze skin. The white goatee and the black iron crutch in his hand were the unique symbols of General Malanda of the Golden Triangle.
The once second largest force in Luang Namtha Province, Laos, is now the largest force, Ulianda, with more than 3,700 warriors.
"General Wu." Wang Hao smiled, his eyes flashing with a subtle murderous intent: "I still have some time, so I came to see you. How are you doing?"
"Okay, okay, it's just that the business is not as good as it was some time ago." The black iron crutch in Wu Lianda's hand tapped the ground lightly, making a 'wuwu' sound: "Some time ago, there was news outside about your brother's death. Follow me. Related. I don’t know what you think about this matter?”
"This..." Wang Hao's smile remained very calm: "I never believe in so-called rumors. I only believe in the information I get. So, when I have time, I will send someone out to collect information about my brother's death."
"Well, it's good to investigate." Wu Lianda smiled like a fox who stole a chicken: "Speaking of it, my relationship with your brother is not bad. I am also very sad about his death. If there are not enough people to investigate, you can go to I’m here to borrow someone.”
"Okay." Wang Hao nodded lightly: "Then, I have something else to do, so I won't delay you."
"Go and do your work." Wu Lianda waved his hand: "I have to go to the first negative level to see the young boy who showed off his power on the second negative level yesterday."
Wang Hao's steps paused slightly, and he turned to look at Wu Lianda, a somewhat hunchbacked old lady. In the past, this old man had never picked people in bloody madness or the final battlefield.
"Haha..." Wu Lianda walked past Wang Hao: "As people get older, their thinking cannot keep up. I can only follow you young people and learn from your practices."
"Really? We young people still have many places where we can learn from you."
Wang Hao and Wu Lianda were walking side by side at this time. The two were talking and laughing, and neither party had the slightest intention of giving in.
In the Golden Triangle, giving in means cowardice.
Being weak makes you more vulnerable to attacks from surrounding forces.
After entering the negative level, both parties entered their own private rooms.
At this time, the number of spectators had reached about half, and the numbers on the huge lottery screen were constantly beating and changing.
After a minute, the beating numbers finally stopped.
With the addition of a five-star warrior number 44, his opponent also became particularly attractive.
No. 172 vs. No. 44.
Almost everyone's eyes suddenly focused on No. 172.
This is a man with an average build, his face is as white as jade, and it even gives people a faint feeling that his skin is radiating light.
Wang Hao casually clicked on the computer in the VIP box, and the information of No. 172 appeared in front of him.
Zhang Erming, who practices Sanguang Kung Fu, uses the Sanguang Boxing method in martial arts, and has a unique skill: Guangming Fist.
Wang Hao looked at Zhang Erming's performance and introduction and nodded frequently, "Yes, he is a master of actual combat." Unfortunately, it seems that his strength has reached its peak and there will be no development in the future. But this No. 44...'
When Wang Hao saw Qin Fen near the ring, his eyes suddenly flashed, and his eyebrows slowly moved towards the center of the bridge of his nose.
"this… "
There were more and more doubts on Wang Hao's brows. Just observing from a distance could not tell what the potential of his bones was.
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