Chapter 145 The Beginning

"Have you been practicing Jiu-Jitsu recently?"

Lu Yuan chatted with Lu Jing while eating.

After returning to Jiaoyan, Lu Jing followed Lu Yuan's words and went to the martial arts hall with him every day when Lu Yuan came out to practice, saying that it was "work". In fact, Qin Feng did not dare to arrange anything for Lu Jing to do, so she just wandered around the hall every day.

The siblings reached a tacit understanding on this matter. They did not mention anything about the Crane School, the martial arts hall, and the archaeological team to their family.

A few days ago, Lu Yuan heard that Lu Jing was practicing Jiu-Jitsu with a coach in the martial arts hall, so he mentioned it by the way.

"Yes, Coach Wu said that I have a good talent and I am making rapid progress."

"That's for sure."

Lu Yuan nodded and said, "You are my sister. Even if you are as stupid as a pig, she will praise you as a genius."

"You."

Lu Jing pretended to beat him, but when she saw Lu Yuan's arms resting on the table, she thought about it and endured it.

"Don't you think my complexion and figure have improved recently?"

"Well, anyway...it's good to practice. Coach Wu who teaches you is quite capable. If you can learn a little, you won't be afraid of ordinary little hooligans."

Lu Yuan said.

He had seen Lu Jing's Jiu-Jitsu coach, a woman in her forties, whose martial arts ability was about the second level of professional level.

Generally speaking, ordinary people without sect inheritance can practice to this level, which is almost the limit.

"Yeah."

Lu Yuan felt that Lu Jing's reply was a bit perfunctory. He looked up and saw that she was chatting with someone on her mobile phone.

He probed slightly with his mental power and asked expressionlessly: "Your best friend again? Talking about my things again?"

"No. No, just chatting casually."

Lu Jing put down the phone, her eyes a little evasive.

Lu Yuan didn't know what to say.

Since returning from the Crane Sect, Lu Jing's best friend Wu Xinlei has been persuading Lu Jing to ask her to leave the Crane Sect every day.

She said that the Crane Sect was so bad and asked me not to jump into the fire pit..

Lu Jing was faintly moved by her words. She tried to persuade me twice and never mentioned it again.

This woman... I'll let Sun Zhihua from the Moon Shadow School deal with her later! "

Lu Yuan thought to himself.

Last time, he added Sun Zhihua's contact information. The two of them would occasionally chat. Basically, he would find Lu Yuan and ask him if he wanted to participate in a martial arts salon or ancient martial arts seminar. The posts on his circle of friends were basically like this. Lu Yuan didn't pay much attention to his questions about the Crane Sect. Lu Yuan had long thought that no matter whether the Crane Sect was a decent sect or an evil sect, it had little to do with him.

Old Liu treated him very well now and responded to his requests. Even if he changed to a decent and famous sect, he might not be treated this way.

And Lu Yuan's Perception is beyond ordinary people's sharpness. So far, no one among the direct descendants of the Crane School has shown "malice" towards him.

At most, they are just indifferent.

The right and wrong of the martial arts world cannot be judged by normal people's logic. The main reason why the Crane School was labeled as an evil school may be that they are not strong enough...

If Lao Liu is a master, he would probably be a real Tianshui Crane Immortal now. "

Sun Zhihua is a good example. The descendant of the Moon Shadow School can take the initiative to add his contact information. Isn't it because he is afraid that he will be beaten to death by himself?

Lu Yuan thought casually, slowly stuffed the food on the plate in front of him into his mouth, chewing it bit by bit.

After clearing most of the dishes on the table, Lu Yuan suddenly remembered something and asked Lu Jing, who was already full and was browsing her phone with a straw in her mouth, "How are the members of your archaeological team doing recently?"

Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded and said, "All are fine.

I did as you said, recording the people who popped up in the group every day, and privately chatted with the lurkers to confirm.

All are fine...

That is.

Lu Yuan's eyes moved slightly, "What is that?"

Lu Jing hesitated and said, "One of the professors who led the team has been unable to contact since he came back.

I heard from my classmates that the professor's family reported him missing two days ago...

"What's the professor's name?"

"Xia Weimin."

"......

A huge and empty stadium.

A huge black and gray ram's head statue hangs high in the dome, with its empty and dead eye sockets quietly looking down at everything below.

Amid the restless drum beats and the music with a strong ancient, tribal style, two figures appeared on the huge arena.

One of them was wearing a black short coat and a three-eyed ram mask on his face.

He was tall and slightly burly.

He just stood there quietly, but it seemed as if there was an invisible undercurrent surging in the air around him.

The other was a man wearing a brown striped back. Heart, the man wearing a black saber-toothed tiger mask.

The latter is very strong.

Whether in height or body shape, he is much stronger than the former.

The two are like the difference between medium and large.

However, under the black saber-toothed tiger mask, a rough face is slightly twisted at this time.

Fine sweat spreads to every corner of his face and accumulates to a certain extent, even along his chin and neck, all the way to the chest, showing obvious sweat marks.

Finally.

The man can no longer bear it, he is almost crushed by the invisible momentum in the air.

"Roar--"

The man growled, and a sound like a beast roared under the mask,

A small crater instantly exploded in the floor under his feet, and with the whistling wind, he rushed forward like a beast.

As the man took action, the emotions in the audience seats on all sides of the conference venue seemed to be ignited at the same time.

Many people stood up and subconsciously shouted out men's names - "Baohu!" "Baohu..."

But with a slight muffled sound of "bang".

The warm atmosphere that had just been ignited was completely extinguished by a basin of cold water.

On the ring, the man in the saber-toothed tiger mask maintained his punching posture with his thick and well-developed arms. Just by looking at his bulging muscles, you can imagine the explosive power contained in this body and this punch.

Unfortunately, this power was firmly blocked by a white and slender palm.

The owner of the palm, a man wearing a goat mask, just made a simple gesture of raising his hand.

All the violence that came out was suppressed.

Like a thick and impenetrable wall, standing in front of the "Saber-toothed Tiger", the "Saber-toothed Tiger"'s Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the lips under the mask trembled slightly, making a sound.

They said that in the past... you would have someone beat you for a while first. "

"You also said...that was before."

The words fell.

One hand was raised high and then dropped suddenly.

With a "bang", with an irresistible force of terror, the "saber-toothed tiger" including the man and his mask was knocked into the concrete ground at his feet, creating a huge shallow pit with a "boom". The huge venue was quiet for a few seconds. , countless people in the audience had dull expressions.

After a moment, a high-pitched voice came from the loudspeaker.

"The feaster... wins!"

"boom!"

Huge music and cheers rang together. Lu Yuan stepped on this restlessness and calmly walked down the ring.

From the competition arena to the independent lounge, people have always been talking about the name of "Feast Eater".

Those gazes of admiration, awe, fanaticism, fear, or eagerness to try surrounded Lu Yuan, but he felt a sense of dullness.

"The opponent's level is too low.

In the lounge, Lu Yuan took off his mask and black tights, revealing his muscles as smooth as mercury.

"Mossa's Boiling Night" is becoming more and more like a serious fighting game.

Lu Yuan felt that his idea was a bit strange.

Didn't he always hope that the competition held by Mosa would be more formal?

Perhaps it is because of the improvement in strength that some wonderful changes have occurred in the mentality.

challenge!

Lu Yuan felt that his desire for challenge was much stronger now.

He began to long for contact with a wider world, more powerful opponents, and more mysterious and unknown extraordinary realms.

"The feeling of being watched is still there... I wonder if Lin Zhiqin knows that I am still competing in Mosa.

Lu Yuan changed his shoes, took out the Moon Seizing Gloves from his backpack, looked at them twice, and then put them back again.

Ever since he got hold of "Capture the Moon", he would basically take it with him wherever he goes.

Preparing for emergencies is only a small part of the reason. The most important thing is that after getting good equipment, you always want to have the opportunity to show it off.

"But even if he knew, he couldn't say anything to me...after all, I am a true successor now...

Lu Yuan still remembers the rule that Lin Zhiqin told him seriously that formal disciples were not allowed to participate in profit-making fighting competitions.

I didn't feel much at that time, but now I feel that Lin Zhiqin is so old-fashioned in some aspects that he is almost "transferring corruption".

"Perhaps even Lao Liu doesn't remember such a rule for the Yuan Martial Arts School... He was 'abandoned' by the Crane Sect in Jiaoyan for so many years, but he still stubbornly abides by it...

Quite sad...

There is also an inexplicable respectability. "I should ask about Coach Lin's story later. Which one of the He Faction disciples looks more gossipy?"

Lu Yuan thought about it, changed his clothes, picked up his backpack and walked out of the lounge.

Now the front door of Mosa Club's second-floor underground venue is also open.

He pretended to be a spectator who bought a ticket, blended into the crowd, and walked into the ascending elevator.

It has been more than two weeks since Lin Zhiqin took his daughter Lin Mo to Xia Bang for surgery, and he didn't know if everything went well.

Lu Yuan insisted on coming to Mosa every day to play several "vegetable abuse games" and "fish fry games". In addition to gaining some professional experience on a daily basis, he just wanted to save some more "wins" for Lin Zhiqin - he seemed to be hanging on to Lin Mo. Need this.

"I hope it doesn't come in handy.

With a sigh, Lu Yuan walked out of the door of Mosa Club.

The evening sun shines on my body, bringing with it the heat and heat that have accumulated all day long.

Lu Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at the increasingly lively area. He walked to a stall selling barbecued sausages not far away and bought two sausages.

Then I hid in the shadow of the bus stop and ate while waiting for the bus home.

When he was eating the second one, Lu Yuan's cell phone rang in his pocket.

He took out his cell phone, his eyes flashed slightly when he saw the name of the caller, and then he answered.

"Hey, Uncle Liu."

Liu Si's respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"The matter entrusted to me by the Young Master has been investigated. Is it convenient for the Young Master now?"

Lu Yuan glanced at the distance and saw a bus coming, but it was not the one he wanted to wait for.

"Say it, Uncle Liu."

"Professor Xia Weimin, whom you asked me to investigate, disappeared at Pingcheng Airport at 3 pm on the 8th, when the Xixu archaeological team was returning collectively.

"Kidnapped?"

"No, according to the airport surveillance, he secretly left the team by himself.

He deliberately did not board the plane, and brought a huge black suitcase with him.

"Where is he now? Any news?"

"Dead.

In the early morning of the 13th, Xia Weimin's body was found in a small hotel in Wengzhou, more than a thousand kilometers away from Pingcheng.

The whole person was torn into pieces, almost a pool of meat paste, as if he was beaten to death by some extremely powerful palm skills..

The luggage he carried with him was also missing..

Dead? Beaten to death by a palm?

Lu Yuan frowned and asked: "Uncle Liu, do you have more detailed information, or hotel video surveillance or something, send it to me.

Liu Si on the other end of the phone smiled bitterly.

"Young Master, this is the limit of what I can find out.

The rest. Even if I spend more money, that friend is unwilling to reveal it. "

"Okay. "

Lu Yuan nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Liu, for your trouble."

"You are too polite, young curator."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yuan's face gradually darkened.

He suddenly realized something.

During this period, everything seemed calm in Lu Jing's archaeological team.

It's not because the matter is over.

But because..

This matter has just begun!