Chapter 2202 That Year He Put His Hands in His Pockets... (1/86)

Wang Ling put on his hood and walked closer 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 claimed to be system capable people, did not follow the orthodox path, and only gained abilities by completing so-called system tasks, had high self-esteem. Wang Lingben did not bother to argue with them. After all, the joy of cultivation was incomparable.

Although Wang Ling's abilities continued to grow day after day, he could not be said to be very happy at first. However, in finding ways to suppress his own abilities, Wang Ling gradually found new joy.

While others tried every means to make themselves stronger, Wang Ling tried every means to make himself look less strong.

It’s the same happiness of cultivation, but the way of happiness is different.

The world is so big, Wang Ling cannot deny that there may be real system ability users in this world, but Wang Ling dare not compliment those in the factory in front of him.

Just relying on Wang Tong's ability, he has seen through too much.

"The scroll is mine! No one can snatch it from me!" someone yelled from the front.

With this shout, countless people came forward to fight for it excitedly, and everyone was fighting for it.

It's similar to what Wang Ling and Sun Rong imagined. These people have the realms accumulated by the so-called system, but their physical skills are not good at all.

In Wang Ling's opinion, these people's fights were more like children's boxing, and even far inferior to the physical skills of Chen Chao and Guo Hao, his two good brothers in No. 60 Middle School.

The scene was chaotic and eye-catching.

Such weak physical skills would not be able to graduate from No. 60 Middle School.

Wang Ling didn't care about all this at all. He walked out leisurely, as if strolling in a garden, not taking this group of people seriously at all. He had a sense of intimidation. Along the way, people were fighting fiercely around him. Suddenly everything became quiet again.

As he walked, the noisy fighting in the factory gradually subsided. Wang Ling seemed to have a magical power that could make everyone around him quiet down...

At least in Sun Rong's eyes, that's what it seemed like.

But at this moment, the people who were fighting were actually frightened and speechless by the aura emanating from Wang Ling. They seemed to be able to see a large amount of spiritual energy, just like the ocean-like one in the movie "The Shining" Blood and water continued to spurt out from Wang Ling's Tianling Cap, and in just a few seconds, the entire factory was almost flooded...

At this time, Huang Tingjian, who was standing at the top, was also shocked. He found that he could not see through the young man in front of him.

Although he was a high school student, Wang Ling's aura was as majestic as an eternal monster.

"Which high school student is this from?" Huang Tingjian began to become very curious about Wang Ling. He tried to test it out, but right behind Wang Ling, there was a figure with a face covered with bandages, eight wings on its back, and he was wearing The spirit of the black ancient armor suddenly appeared in Huang Tingjian's eyes.

He could not call out the name of the Dharma-appearance spirit, but in the next second, the Dharma-appearance spirit quickly pulled out an arrow from the quiver at his hip and placed it on the bowstring.

Then!

Give a break!

An ink arrow pierced directly from the front, almost piercing Huang Tingjian's ear.

Huang Tingjian was frightened, and beads of sweat immediately flowed down his face.

As a person with some basic knowledge of cultivation, he immediately knew that if the arrow had not been released, it would probably kill him directly.

However, this ink-style Dharma Spirit successfully diverted Huang Tingjian's attention from Wang Ling to Lao Huang.

This style is obvious, it is the style of this painter, and this painter named Huang majored in traditional archery in college. It is not surprising to have such a spiritual guardian of the Dharma.

The key is, this directly explains why this high school student has such powerful spiritual energy flowing in his body...

"Did you borrow the light of this painter surnamed Huang?"

Huang Tingjian frowned, and after some brainstorming, he reasoned everything out 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 Appearance Spirit is not Lao Huang's Dharma Appearance Spirit, but was derived by Wang Ling using Wang Tong based on Lao Huang's characteristics in order to mislead.

And it was obvious that Wang Ling's misdirection had worked.

No one could stop Wang Ling from getting the scroll. Everyone, including Huang Tingjian, watched silently as the male high school student in the foundation building stage slowly walked under the chain with his pockets in his pockets and used a simple move. The scroll was pulled off with a simple primer, and then thrown into Lao Huang's hand.

At this moment, it seemed that everyone in the room understood what was going on. Only Lao Huang was still confused.

He actually differentiated his own Dharma Spirit and asked a high school student to snatch the scroll...

The key is that they are still unable to stop Wang Ling.

This is an old man!

Many people lowered their eyebrows, and the panic in their hearts could not be eliminated. Many people even began to regret that they should not have yelled at Senior Huang from the beginning, mocking him for taking two people for outdoor training. High school students came to compete with them for information.

Even Huang Tingjian changed his face and changed into a respectful attitude.

He fell from the sky and came straight to Old Huang, bowing and saying: "Senior Huang, come to think of it, you and I are from the same family. I was rude before, I didn't expect that Senior Huang has such a powerful Dharma spirit, and his painting and archery skills have reached the pinnacle..."

Old Huang didn't understand what happened at all, and touched his head, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. He really wanted a stable job, so he took the initiative to extend his hand and shook it back, as humble as always: "Then Mr. Huang, according to the regulations, this scroll?"

"The information in this scroll naturally belongs to Senior Huang." Huang Tingjian didn't dare to shake it directly, but took a step back and bowed respectfully: "Senior Huang, don't be so polite, you can call me Xiao Huang..."

He knew too well that these high-level masters in the cultivation world like to do nothing more than test. They look elegant and easy-going, but in fact every step is a test.

If he makes the wrong choice, it is very likely that his life will be in danger!

"Xiao Huang, isn't this bad?"

Old Huang thought this was quite rude. It was obvious that Huang Tingjian was more advanced than him, so how could he be called Xiao Huang?

As a result, Huang Tingjian thought that Old Huang was angry, so he knelt down in front of everyone and kowtowed heavily: "I am presumptuous, you can call me whatever you want!"

He was really terrified.

The arrow just now was a show of power!

If he didn't bow his head at this time, he would probably be killed by this senior Huang Shengdong!

Old Huang: "..."