Chapter 130 Old Player The city of Tongliu was originally not much bigger than Qingcheng, but due to the emergence of Jiushiling Martial Arts Academy, its status has gradually improved, and now it is at the forefront of the province. Chen Mo casually ate a bowl of special noodles on the street, asked the boss for hot water to fill his thermos, and then took a taxi. "Begin navigation." As the voice announcement sounded, the driver, who looked very talkative at first glance, began. "Yingchun Road? Young man, are you going alone?" "Yeah." Chen Mo responded in the back seat. "Oh, it's getting dark, you have to be careful. Wait, are you from the martial arts academy?" "No." "Tsk, do you really want to go? There are a lot of questionable people over there, so be careful, they are all transcendents who have practiced." Chen Mo did not point out the driver's misunderstanding.
Those who have not reached the fourth level can only be called practitioners or awakened ones, and cannot be called extraordinary. Yingchun Road and a large area around it are gray areas where practitioners and the black market gather. It was originally a town on the edge of Tongliu City. It was barely incorporated into the suburbs as the city expanded, but it is still relatively remote. The driver said a few words of concern at first, but when he saw that the other party didn't seem to be paying attention, he didn't say anything more. There was some traffic jam during the rush hour, and it took more than an hour to drive from the martial arts college. "If it were a different time, I'd deliver it to you in half an hour. Give me a good review, brother." Chen Mo agreed, then got out of the car, looked up, and saw an old street. There are self-built houses on both sides, the highest of which is no more than four stories high. The first floor is a rented shop with faded signs. There are various carts in front of the shops, selling snacks such as fried rice or cold noodles. Chen Mo took out a small card and started looking for the house numbers on the street, while also looking at the shops. To be precise, this place does look like the antique markets in some cities, with some strange-shaped stones and tree roots displayed at the door, and the price tags are at least six figures. He looked carefully with great interest. Some shops even marked the names of the goods on display, such as Red Flame Wood Roots, Nether Abyss Spirit Stones, etc. Although Chen Mo had never been to the Nether Abyss, he had found some information about the Nether Abyss's products. With his theoretical level, he knew that every one of these things was a fake. He just walked forward leisurely, looking for the house number written on the small card. Finally, he found the place, No. 32 Yingchun Road. Chen Mo looked at the sign in front of him puzzledly. [The third car repairman.] A middle-aged man was sitting on a stool under the sign, smoking a cigarette, holding a cell phone in his hand, with his legs crossed and his slippers swaying. "Repair the car?" the man asked. Chen Mo shook his head: "No." The man lowered his head in boredom and continued to look at his phone.
Chen Mo took out the card and dialed the number on it. Then the man's cell phone rang. "." The two looked at each other, feeling a little awkward. "Isn't this place a martial arts gym?" Chen Mo was confused. "Tsk, you said you wanted to go to the martial arts gym." The man stood up unhappily and pointed to the small door in the store's parking lot. "You're participating today, right? Go in and wait. I'll drive you over later." After saying that, he lowered his head to look at his phone again, and the short video music with a strong sense of rhythm started playing again. Seeing such conditions, Chen Mo not only did not doubt it, but felt it was very reliable. Because Gao Xing said that in order to attract those low-level practitioners to participate in this kind of competition, they had to offer some rewards that at least looked a bit extraordinary, and the most popular one was elixir. However, privately transferring pills is illegal, so when holding such competitions, you cannot be too blatant. Chen Mo had no plans to participate in the competition, but he didn't say it on his own initiative. As long as he could achieve his goal of going to the martial arts gym, it would be fine. He walked through the small door and saw a small but fairly tidy empty room. There were two rows of hospital-style metal stools against the wall, with three people already sitting on them. "Hahaha, we have an opponent again." Seeing Chen Mo coming in, the man with a buzz cut at the outermost corner stood up and extended his hand. "Hello, hello. It's fate that we meet. My name is Jin Liang. You look so young." Chen Mo shook hands with him: "Nice to meet you, my name is Chen Mo." He looked the man over. He looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with an ordinary appearance, nothing special, neither good-looking nor ugly, with a few faint scars on his face, which were almost completely healed. But what concerned him more was that there was a very obvious scar on the man's forearm, which had been stitched and seemed to have been there for a long time. "Sit down for a moment." Jin Liang stepped aside and gave up the metal chair. "It will probably take another 20 minutes. I'm really nervous." Chen Mo asked: "Are you also a contestant?" He deliberately added an extra "also". Jin Liang smiled and said, "Yes, I'm an old contestant. I have to get at least the third prize this time. As long as I get it, I'll have a chance to break through to the third level, hahahaha." Chen Mo felt that this guy was a little too excited, and no matter what, he shouldn't reveal his strength to others casually. This was not a martial arts school. But he was not interested in what a stranger did. He just wanted to gain experience. Since he met a real player here, he had to start gaining experience. Chen Mo has a good habit. He always checks what he needs before doing anything. For example, now he took a look at the panel and found that the content had changed again. [Performance type: Language.] [Performance content: Encouragement.] Could it be that Brother Ding has been insulting himself so much that the panel has changed? Chen Mo looked at Jin Liang: "I believe you can achieve your goal." [Word count +11.] OK OK.
Encouraging feels easier than teaching, although teaching is not difficult either. What’s even better is that this fighting competition is not like the impromptu competitions held during the day. The identities of these contestants are confirmed, and even if they are just waiting in the wings, their numbers will still count. He was feeling happy, but Jin Liang on the other side was very encouraged: "Thank you for your good words. No one ever said I could do it." Chen Mo's face turned serious, and he said seriously, "How could that be? When I saw you just now, I felt that you were extraordinary and had a refined appearance. Your face was like the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, your complexion was like flowers in the early spring, your temples were as sharp as a knife, your eyebrows were as black as ink, your face was like peach petals, and your eyes were as bright as autumn waves. What do you call this? A champion's face. Forget about the third prize. I think you can win the championship." "Ahahaha, really?" Jin Liang coughed awkwardly, "I do want to compete for the championship, but my chances of winning are not very high. You are exaggerating. But if you want to say a few more words, that's fine." "." Although this request was exactly what Chen Mo wanted, he still felt it was a bit outrageous. "Don't say you have a low chance of winning. I see that your lower body is very stable and your muscles are very solid. You must have practiced a lot, so you are not worse than others. As long as..." "Stop arguing! Can't you just be quiet for a while?" At this moment, the long-haired muscular man who had been sitting next to him with his eyes closed spoke coldly, "He is in the early stage of the second realm and can't even get into the martial arts academy, but he wants to win the third prize, win the championship, and break through the realm. It's ridiculous." Chen Mo looked over and said, "That's ridiculous. Why aren't you laughing?" ? The long-haired muscular man had a cold expression on his face and was choked. (End of this chapter)