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Text Chapter 103 Fate Cannot Be Wasted

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    "Three parts and five parts, no, no." Seeing the waiter coming to the barbecue, Chen Kuo said, "Come on, try their roasted kidneys here, it tastes very good, eat it while it's hot.  "

    In fact, Qiu Lindong was right, he really didn't use his full strength.

    The reason why he chose to fight for Shen Zimu and fight with Qiu Lindong was not because of the sense of honor of the sect, but because of the matter of the master, there was a fire in his heart that he wanted to vent, but there was no place to vent it, just happened to meet this matter  , just want to play a game.

    He didn't go all out when he came up, at first it was because he wanted to fight with fists and kicks, which was more enjoyable and he could vent.

    And after forcing out Qiu Lindong's "God's Arrival", he wanted to use his spiritual vision to observe what is special about the "White Wolf Valley"'s "God's Arrival", and study it.

    Of course, on the other hand, there are also reasons why he does not have enough aura reserves.

    In the past, he used the aura puppet to mobilize the aura, most of which he used the aura that was usually swallowed and processed in the big white bowl.

    But before at Xianyue Vocational and Technical College, when I asked Qianfanniu to scare the evil spirits, I used up all my breath in one breath, and I haven't had a chance to replenish it until now.

    So now he wants to use the spirit puppet again, which consumes the aura stored in the bracelet, which is equivalent to the fact that the main fuel tank is out of fuel, and he is using the fuel in the auxiliary fuel tank. After all, the reserve is not much, so he dare not consume too much.

    Usually, holding a halberd general will show off the spirit body to increase momentum and put pressure on other spiritual practices. The consumption is not too large, and it is acceptable.

    Compared with other spiritual fighting methods, using the spirit body to directly affect the spirit body will cost a lot, so he only used it at the last moment to minimize the consumption. It really means to accurately calculate according to the strength.

    Taking advantage of Qiu Lindong's eating barbecue, Chen Kuo changed the subject and said, "Friend Qiu should have fought against many qi cultivators, right?"

    "It's okay, my master will take me to the regular joint meetings of the five major sects these days, so there are many opportunities to learn from other sects." Qiu Lindong said.

    "Have fellow Daoists Qiu fought against the 'Real Qi Cultivator'?" Chen Kuo asked.

    "True Man" is the honorific title after spiritual cultivation has reached a certain realm, unlike "True Monarch", who must be Qi Cultivator, but "True Man" can be called regardless of skill cultivation or Qi Cultivation.  Cultivate real people".

    However, what Chen Kuo wants to ask here is a "real person who cultivates qi" - at the level of a "real person", the general qi cultivator has formed his own unique method of controlling spirits and the application system of various spells and supernatural powers, and his combat effectiveness has been relatively stable.

    "I haven't fought directly, but I have eliminated spirits together. I think it is about the same as me." Qiu Lindong said, "Of course, I have only met three real qi cultivators, and there are two others.  It belongs to our own sect."

    "What about the 'True Monarch'? Has Friends Qiu met the 'True Monarch'?" Chen Kuo asked again.

    "Of course I have, our Suzerain is the 'True Monarch'." Qiu Lindong laughed.

    "Then what do you think is the gap between you and the 'True Monarch'?" Chen Kuo poured him a glass of wine, poured himself a glass of Arctic Ocean, and clinked glasses with him.

    Qiu Lindong took a sip of wine, thought for a while, shook his head and said, "To be honest, I don't know how big the gap is, anyway, it's not on the same level. It belongs to the kind where we can't see which floor he is on when we look up.  , The feeling of where I am, I only know that it is very high, very high.¡±

    Seeing Qiu Lindong looking up at the roof, as if he was really watching someone's movements, Chen Kuo filled him with wine again and asked, "Friend Qiu, how many spiritual practitioners like you and me do you think?  Can we deal with a 'True Monarch'?"

    Qiu Lindong laughed: "Chen Daoyou, what you said is ridiculous. How can different levels of spiritual cultivation count the number of people to judge strength? It can't be counted. People of different strength levels don't really fight.  I can't figure out where the gap is or how big it is. Just like Chen Daoyou, you are not a Qi cultivator. It stands to reason that I, a senior Qi cultivator with rich experience and background from the five major sects, should be easily beaten? As a result, hey, the other way around  Already!"

    Seeing him raise his head and drank the wine, Chen Kuo filled it up for him again: "Come on, don't just drink it, eat barbecue, it won't taste good when the barbecue is cold, this pork belly is very good, try it  .¡±

    After Qiu Lindong ate two mouthfuls of meat and drank another glass of wine, Chen Kuo asked again: "According to the judgment of Fellow Daoist Qiu, who should be the most powerful 'True Monarch' in all our sects and the entire spiritual world?"  bit?"

    Qiu Lindong frowned, chewed the meat, seemed to be thinking, and said after a while: "Except for our suzerain, I have met the other 'true monarchs' during the routine joint meeting, and I couldn't even make a move against them."  See, it¡¯s actually not very good to comment. But I heard from our suzerain that the last case??True Monarch Huang Ding, may have become a Yang God If it is true, then he must be Lang Bowan among the "True Monarchs"!  "

    After chatting about the gossip of various sects and inquiring about some interesting information, Chen Kuo half-cleaned the bowl with his own tools and asked, "Friend Qiu, it's late, I have to get up to catch the plane tomorrow,  I have to go first. Where do you live, do you want me to call a car to take you for a ride, or do you want to continue?"

    Although there were still three bottles of beer left from the six bottles that were called, Qiu Lindong was obviously a little tipsy. Obviously, this old man from "White Wolf Valley" had a relatively average drinking capacity.

    Qiu Lindong waved his hand: "Chen Daoyou go, I will finish these three bottles."

    Since he said so, Chen Kuo couldn't force him to leave. After all, the two just met today, so they didn't know each other very well, so they had to pack the bowl, put on their backpacks and leave.

    He didn't call a car, but took advantage of the evening wind on the road in the early morning to blow his mind.

    Ganfan girl appeared, riding on his neck, whispered:

    "Ah Kuo, I also want to drink Arctic Ocean."

    "I'm so high I can't drink it."

    "oh."

    After a while, Ganfanniu said again:

    "Ah Kuo, let's find some evil spirits to eat."

    Chen Kuo smiled wryly: "Evil spirits are not everywhere, you can catch them wherever you want, you have to meet them."

    "oh."

    After a while, Ganfanniu said again:

    "Ah Kuo, do you want to accept an apprentice? How about taking your little secretary as an apprentice?"

    Chen Kuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I know you're afraid that I'm in a bad mood, so you're looking for something to talk to me about, but you really don't have to talk hard"

    "oh."

    So, one person and one soul, they walked quickly and quietly in the deserted streets of Lucheng City in the early morning.

    By the time Chen Kuo walked to the hotel he booked and started checking in, it was already past one in the morning and almost two in the morning.

    Just halfway through check-in, when Chen Kuo took back his ID card and room card, a figure staggered into the hotel lobby, the two looked at each other, and were stunned at the same time.

    "Friend Qiu?"

    "Brother Chen?!"

    "No, you live in this hotel?" Chen Kuo had a funny feeling.

    Qiu Lindong obviously got a little drunk, strode over, put his arm around Chen Kuo's shoulder and said:

    "Brother Chen! We are so fucking destined, no, this fate cannot be wasted, today we must become half-brothers! Come on, I'll go buy a pack of cigarettes, let's become sworn brothers!"

    Chen Kuo didn't understand why he wanted to buy cigarettes for the marriage ceremony, but he knew that Qiu Lindong was talking drunk, so he could only help him to the elevator: "Friend Qiu, you are drunk, go back and rest first, and we will talk about the marriage ceremony tomorrow."

    He was already stronger than Qiu Lindong, and the latter was still a little drunk, so he led him into the elevator.

    "Friend Qiu, which floor do you live on?"

    Chen Kuo asked a question, but there was no response. He simply reached out and took out the room card from his pocket. After checking, he found that he lived on the floor downstairs.

    "Brother Chen, I call you brother, you call me fellow daoist?! You do you look down on me? Is it because I didn't beat you, so you don't want to be sworn brothers with me? Come on, come on, fight again  , we don't use spells or magic weapons, just like fists"

    Chen Kuo didn't care about his drunken words at all. After the elevator opened, he directly grabbed his shoulders, locked his neck, led him out of the elevator, and then walked towards the door of the room.

    "Brother, brother, I'm convinced, I'm convinced, let go" Qiu Lindong couldn't break free, and could only be led along the way.

    Chen Kuo helped him open the door, took him into the room and threw him on the bed, then went out and returned to his room.

    Thinking of Qiu Lindong's drunken appearance, Chen Kuo shook his head. This old man has such a poor capacity for alcohol, and he dares to drink when he is away from home. He is still young

    After taking a shower, Chen Kuo lay down and went to bed. He has to get up at six o'clock tomorrow to check out, and he will be at the airport at seven o'clock, so there are not a few hours left to sleep.

    But what he didn't expect was that within 20 minutes of lying down, his door was slammed loudly.
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