Chapter 72: On the News? (Please Subscribe First and Give Me Monthly Votes!)

"..."

The three people in the dark alley were stunned by this sudden scene, staring at Xue Jing in amazement.

"...So handsome." Yun Qin muttered softly.

Ning Fengwan's eyes widened: "A Jing... Why are you here?"

Xue Jing groaned and pinched his chin.

"I said I was passing by by accident, do you believe it?"

Ning Fengwan rolled her eyes at him: "Stop it, go home quickly, why are you wandering around outside in the middle of the night."

Her tone couldn't help but carry a hint of urgency.

Mr. An glanced at her, then at Xue Jing, and a strange color flashed in his red vertical pupils.

"So that's it, the leader is temporarily staying at this young man's home."

He shook his head and looked at Ning Fengwan.

"Master, follow me to the headquarters. There is nothing good to stay in Qingcheng now. When we get to the headquarters, even Kant Company can't do anything to us."

"When you successfully receive the infinite grace of His Majesty Anandashesha, it will not be impossible to wipe out Kant Company in time."

"..."

Maomao shook her head and said in a childish voice: "No, I don't want to go."

Mr. An paused, took his hand back, and asked in confusion: "Why?"

He didn't understand. Since he was the master of the Dragon Sect, he should be a believer in Anandashesha. Knowing that he could receive the grace of Anandashesha, how could he not want to go?

Hmm?

Mr. An turned his head and looked at the young man who had just fallen from the sky.

He stayed on his overly handsome face for a while, and suddenly realized it.

Ning Fengwan sighed and was about to say something.

Mr. An said directly:

"Master, you don't want anything to happen to this young man, do you?"

Ning Fengwan: "..."

Yunqin: "..."

Xue Jing: "..."

When these words came out, the other three were all stunned.

Yunqin muttered softly: "...get down."

Ning Fengwan's cat face showed a very humanized chill.

"Are you threatening me with him?"

Xue Jing also narrowed his eyes, took two steps forward, and said with a hint of danger: "I can't pretend I didn't hear this."

Mr. An found that he had said something that could easily cause misunderstanding, and hurriedly said:

"It's not...not a threat, I mean, if you continue to stay in Qingcheng and stay at this young man's house, if Kant Company finds out, it will definitely cause him trouble. You'd better hurry up and go to the head church with me."

"..."This remark really hit Ning Fengwan's soft spot.

She scolded irritably: "If you don't come, nothing will happen. I told you not to come to me for the time being!"

"I didn't want to be the leader of the Dragon Sect in the first place. It was that old man who took the initiative to regard me as the heir. That's fine, but he caused such a big trouble before he died!"

"Now you want me to go to the head sect and receive some divine grace. If you want to receive it, go and receive it yourself, don't come to me!"

Yun Qin couldn't help shrinking her thin body, and her little face behind the sunglasses was full of innocence.

Xue Jing was listening to their conversation. Because he didn't know what happened to the Dragon Sect and Maomao, he didn't say much.

After a long silence, Mr. An said: "...Okay, then we'll stop here today. If the leader changes his mind, please contact me at any time."

Ning Fengwan didn't say anything.

Mr. An turned and left the alley. Yun Qin looked at Ning Fengwan and saw that she didn't say anything. She lowered her head in disappointment and followed Mr. An away in frustration.

Only one person and one cat were left in the alley.

"..."

Xue Jing smiled and said gently: "Go home, Teacher Wan, I'll make you a midnight snack."

The cat blinked its emerald pupils, was silent for a while, and hummed softly.

...

Early the next morning, after Xue Jing woke up, he first checked the wounds all over his body.

The situation was better than he expected, and all the wounds had scabbed.

Originally, he thought that he would have to rest for a day and stop practicing martial arts, but now, it would not affect his martial arts practice.

He lifted the quilt, stretched his body, and glanced at the cat sleeping beside him.

Reached out and touched the cat's cheek.

After returning home yesterday, Xue Jing did not ask much, and the cat did not say much, and they got along just like usual.

But Xue Jing could vaguely sense that the cat might have already had the intention to leave.

Because he did not want to drag him down.

Originally, it had been in the form of a cat because of the divine relic, so it was hidden enough and it was okay for it to stay here.

But now that the people from the Dragon Cult have come, the risk of her being exposed is much greater.

"Kant Security Company..." Xue Jing pinched his chin.

Security companies are very special companies, and they have even faintly gone beyond the scope of companies.

This world, for various reasons, has led to the proliferation of high-powered individuals, such as martial artists, cyborgs, and even the "gift recipients" that Xue Jing heard from Wu Youqing, are all destabilizing factors.

With sharp weapons in hand, the desire to kill arises naturally. A person with a hammer sees everything as a nail. With so many high-powered individuals wandering around the streets, how could there not be some trouble?

Compared with the Earth in Xue Jing's previous life, the cost of maintaining public order in this world is too high.

The official public security force is limited, so what should we do? Naturally, we can only make up for it from other places.

Therefore, during a special period of chaos, the official government outsourced part of the "law enforcement power" to various security companies.

Security companies are allowed to form and develop their own armed forces to help the official maintain public order.

Just think about it and you will understand how terrible it is to have your own armed forces legally and legally, not to mention having part of the "law enforcement power".

The three words "law enforcement power" are almost equivalent to "ruling power"!

Even if it is limited ruling power, it is still ruling power.

During that period, the major security giants began to grow wildly, gradually becoming giants, deeply rooted in this country.

Today, it has become too big to be eliminated.

The thought of taking such a company that even the government has a headache as an enemy makes people feel numb.

Xue Jing shook his head.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Practice martial arts, grow up, one day I can solve all the problems, even if I can't solve all the problems, I will definitely solve all the people who cause the problems."

Xue Jing was angry in his heart.

"Fuck, what company parent company, all of them will be blown away with one punch!"

...

In the training room of Canglong Dojo.

Xue Jing practiced the shaking armor skill.

According to the order, what he practiced today was the "blood training" action, which was also the most difficult of the five sets of actions and required the highest physical fitness.

Like other Shaking Armor Techniques, the whole body trembles at the end of each movement, which is called the Real Dragon Shaking Armor, and the blood boils.

But today, the feeling of practicing is completely different from before.

After the specialization of the power of the hidden dragon, he seemed to have a dragon in his body. The dragon was like another incarnation of himself, and it was very smooth to control.

As the power was agitated, the blood in his body was tempered and forged by the dragon, becoming cleaner and more viscous, like mercury.

With each tremor, Xue could feel that the dragon was getting bigger and bigger.

After a long time, after practicing all the movements, Xue Jing calmed down the boiling blood, and the whole body exuded steam that was almost visible to the naked eye, and the temperature was so high that it was frightening.

"Hu——"

He threw a straight punch into the air.

The power was like a dragon, naturally pouring into his fist, gathering at one point, and exploding.

The air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound, and there were faint sounds of dragon roars. The curtains not far away seemed to be hit by an air punch, leaving a circular mark, which returned to its original state after a few seconds.

"This set of blood training movements corresponds to the 'Shaking Star Fire' in the five killer moves of the Hidden Dragon Flow."

Xue Jing thought to himself.

"From point to surface, activate the power, and hit the enemy's body to explode the defense-breaking skills, which is specially used to deal with the strong membrane of the horizontal training masters."

He punched again.

"Hu——"

The power exploded, and a strong wind was rolled out.

"Using the 'Hidden Dragon Power' to hit this shaking star fire, it feels like letting a dragon enter the opponent's body to bite people——"

Xue Jing had a strange association.

[You practiced the Shaking Armor Technique once, and gained +331 fitness experience points]

[You practiced the Shaking Armor Technique once, and gained +367 hidden dragon power experience points]

After opening the panel and taking a look at the harvest, Xue Jing picked up the nebulizer next to him and began to absorb the medicine mist.

After a while, footsteps were heard at the door of the practice room.

"Junior brother, junior brother."

Chen Fuguang called from the door.

Xue Jing opened his eyes, took off the nebulizer, and walked out of the practice room.

In the corridor, Chen Fuguang came up, put his arm around Xue Jing's shoulders, and winked:

"Junior brother, you've made a fortune."

Xue Jing asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you kill a monster at the Ruizhu Hotel yesterday and save those second-generations?"

Chen Fuguang said, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Today, our Canglong Dojo received a lot of donations. After checking, I found that they were all donated by the parents of the second generation."

"Master said that all this money is your reward and will be counted in your account."

Xue Jing's eyes lit up.

This is a good feeling. These rich and powerful people are quite good at being human.

"How much money?" he asked curiously.

Chen Fuguang took out his mobile phone from his pocket and took a look.

"Well... basically every payment is over one million. Now we have received more than a dozen payments, totaling 22 million."

Hearing this, Xue Jing raised his eyebrows.

I'm rich?

Chen Fuguang rubbed his head and said with a smile:

"Don't slack off just because you've made so much money. Practicing martial arts is a big project. You can eat up all the gold and silver. 20 million won't last long."

"You're just starting the five major exercises now. If you go deeper, you'll need medicine for 'nourishing organs', 'nourishing essence', and even 'nourishing the heart'. Each one is ridiculously expensive."

"Prepare to say goodbye to your 20 million."

Xue Jing's mouth twitched.

Poor in literature, rich in martial arts...

"By the way, little junior brother, there's one more thing."

Chen Fuguang picked up the phone and swiped it, then handed it to Xue Jing.

"Look at this."

Xue Jing took the phone and looked at the screen.

On the interface, there was a piece of news.

[Qingcheng Morning News]

[A 17-year-old high school student killed an inhuman monster with his bare hands. Is he a martial arts genius from Qingda High School? 】

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