Wang Ling put on the hood and approached step by step. From the moment he entered the factory, no one took such an ordinary high school student seriously.
This group of monks who claim to be system capable, do not follow the orthodox path, and only rely on completing so-called system tasks to obtain their abilities think highly of themselves. Wang Lingben disdains to care about such a lot with them. After all, the happiness of true cultivation is incomparable.
Although Wang Ling’s abilities continued to grow day by day, he wasn’t very happy at first, but on the way to suppress his abilities, Wang Ling gradually found new pleasures.
Others are trying to make themselves stronger, but Wang Ling is trying to make himself not look so strong.
The same is the happiness of cultivation, but the way of happiness is different.
The world is so big, Wang Ling can’t deny it, maybe there are real system capable users in this world, but Wang Ling doesn’t dare to compliment those in the factory in front of him.
Only relying on Wang Tong’s ability, he has already seen through too much.
“The scroll is mine! Don’t grab it from me!” someone shouted wildly in front.
Accompanied by this cry, countless people rushed forward to compete passionately, fighting for each other, and the bottom became one in an instant.
It was similar to what Wang Ling and Sun Rong imagined. These people had no realm built by the so-called system, but their physical skills were not enough.
In Wang Ling’s view, these people’s fights were more like children’s boxing, and even far inferior to the physical skills of his two good brothers Chen Chao and Guo Hao in No. 60 High School.
The scene was very chaotic and eye-catching.
Such too weak physical skills would not be able to graduate from No. 60 High School.
Wang Ling didn’t care about all this at all. He walked out leisurely, as if he was strolling in a garden, and he didn’t pay attention to these people at all. He had a sense of intimidation. The fierce people suddenly became quiet again.
He walked all the way, and the hustle and bustle in the factory gradually subsided. Wang Ling seemed to have a magical power to quiet everyone around him…
At least in Sun Rong’s eyes, it looked like that.
But at this moment, these people who are fighting are actually so frightened by the aura emanating from Wang Ling that they can’t speak. They seem to be able to see a lot of aura, just like the one in the movie “The Shining”. A vast ocean of blood gushed out from Wang Ling’s sky cap, and in just a few moments, it almost flooded the entire factory…
At this time, Huang Tingjian, who was standing at the top, was also shocked, he found that he couldn’t see through the young man in front of him.
Even though he was a high school student, Wang Ling’s aura was as majestic as an ancient monster.
“Which school is this high school student…” Huang Tingjian began to have a strong curiosity about Wang Ling. He tried to test it out, but behind Wang Ling, there was a statue with a face covered in bandages and eight wings growing on its back. The spirit of Faxiang, who was wearing black ancient battle armor, suddenly manifested in Huang Tingjian’s eyes.
He couldn’t call out the name of the spirit of the dharma, but in the next second, the spirit of the dharma quickly pulled out an arrow from the quiver at his hip, and put it on the bowstring.
Then!
Whoa!
An ink-colored arrow pierced directly from the front, almost piercing through Huang Tingjian’s ear.
Huang Tingjian was frightened, and beads of sweat immediately flowed down his face.
As a person with a bit of cultivation base, he immediately knew that if the arrow hadn’t been released, it might have directly killed him.
However, this ink-and-wash style Dharma Spirit still managed to divert Huang Tingjian’s attention from Wang Ling to Lao Huang.
This style is obvious, it comes from the style of this painter, and this painter surnamed Huang majored in traditional bows in the university, so it is not surprising to have such a spiritual body guard of Dharma.
The point is, this directly explains why this high school student has such a powerful aura…
“Did you borrow the light of this painter surnamed Huang?”
Huang Tingjian frowned, and after a while in his mind, he deduced everything into a completely reasonable answer.
Otherwise, it would be too exaggerated for a high school student to have such a powerful aura.
In fact, this Dharma Aspect Spirit is not Lao Huang’s Dharma Aspect Spirit, but Wang Ling derived it by using Wang Tong according to Lao Huang’s characteristics, in order to mislead.
Obviously, Wang Ling’s misleading had worked.
No one could stop Wang Ling from getting that scroll. Everyone, including Huang Tingjian, quietly watched this male high school student in the foundation building period slowly walk under the chain with his pockets in his pockets. With a simple primer technique, the scroll was torn off, and then thrown into Lao Huang’s hand.
At this moment, it seemed that everyone in the audience understood what was going on, only Lao Huang was still in a daze.
Actually split out his own spirit of the law, and let a high school student come to **** the scroll…
The key point is that they are still powerless to stop Wang Ling.
This is a big boss!
Many people lowered their brows and eyes, and the panic in their hearts couldn’t be dispelled. Many people even started to regret that they shouldn’t have yelled at this senior Huang in the first place, mocking him for taking two High school students from outdoor training came to compete with them for information~IndoMTL.com~Even Huang Tingjian changed his face to a respectful attitude.
He fell from the sky, came straight to Lao Huang, bowed and said: “Senior Huang, speaking of it, you and I are still our surnames. I was rude before. I didn’t expect Senior Huang to have such a powerful spirit of Dharma. Both painting and archery have reached the pinnacle…”
Lao Huang didn’t understand what happened at all. He rubbed his head, but he had no choice but to shoot. He really wanted a stable job, so he took the initiative to extend his hand and shake it, as always. : “Then Mr. Huang, according to the regulations, this scroll?”
“The information in this scroll is naturally owned by Senior Huang.” Huang Tingjian didn’t dare to hold it directly, but took a step back, and cupped his fists respectfully: “Senior Huang, you don’t have to be so polite, you can call me Xiao Huang… “
He knows all too well that what these high-level cultivators like to do most is nothing more than probing. They look elegant and easy-going, but in fact every step is a probing.
If you make the wrong choice, you may lose your life!
“Xiao Huang, is this bad?”
Old Huang thinks this is quite rude. This Huang Tingjian’s morality is deeper than his at first glance, how can he be called Xiao Huang.
As a result, Huang Tingjian thought that Lao Huang was angry, so he knelt down in front of Lao Huang, and kowtowed heavily: “I am overstepping, seniors can call juniors whatever they want!”
He was really terrified.
The arrow just now is a blow to the horse!
If I don’t bow my head at this time, it is very likely that I will be directly killed by this senior Huang Shengdong!
Old Huang: “…”
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