Li Lili's common sense didn't allow her to believe that it was her brother who did it, but there was still a trace of inexplicable suspicion.
She gently tugged at the other person's clothes and asked, "Brother, was this thunder thrown by you?"
"Huh?" Li Yi opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the screen and saw the old man whose body was shaking due to the electric shock. He was also stunned for a moment.
He used the causal relationship between Long Shaoming and himself to make a thunderbolt strike over there. He thought it would just make a noise, but he didn't expect it to actually hit someone.
"perhaps."
After saying that, he closed his eyes again and no longer answered no matter how Li Lili shook him.
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Chaoge, the competition scene.
Due to the sudden change, the finals that should have started earlier were suspended, and the powerful practitioners in the sky were also confused.
What's going on? Why did a bolt of lightning suddenly fall?
"What happened to the thunder just now?"
"I don't know. He appeared out of nowhere. Could it be that he noticed us?"
This statement made the expressions of the people present change slightly. Many people were not from the Immortal Path period, but it did not affect their fear of the reputation of the living immortal. Many people had already used their lives to prove that the second immortal in the Immortal Path era was not weaker than the Sword Immortal, and was even more terrifying than the Sword Immortal.
For example, the White Lotus Club is now withdrawing from Shenzhou because of the immortals in the world. Because the other party can find them out one by one, they have some extremely powerful means of investigation.
And the battle in the Demon Abyss proved the powerful fighting power of the immortals in the world.
Someone immediately refuted: "Impossible, if it was that person, he wouldn't just be unconscious."
"What if that person just wants to warn us? Should we stop the game? I feel like it's almost over. The only thing left is the secret method that can draw on the Dao Yun of the strong."
"That is the key. The use of Heaven's Path Fragment is like a lever, teaching us how to pry the law. That secret method is the lever. Without it, we can do nothing."
"Faith is not enough to form a destiny. And until the competition is over, how can we test whether the fragments of the Heavenly Dao can really isolate the incense from poisoning us?"
After several arguments, no one could convince anyone else.
Some people want to stop while they are ahead, and some people want to complete the last step. At present, the amount of faith collected by the Heavenly Dao Fragment has not reached their expectations, and the incense it stores has not yet reached the point of forming a destiny.
Fate, this is also the purpose of most of them. The so-called past Buddhist teachings are not really useful to them, and even if they know them, they may not be able to learn them. On the contrary, fate can be used by everyone, and it may be the first step for them to achieve enlightenment.
In the end, everyone decided to postpone the game for one day.
At night, in the specially built players' lounge inside the competition venue, there are white floors and a clean and tidy environment.
About 10 children were sleeping on the floor, sleeping on duvets provided by the organizers of the World Fighting Championship, and playing with each other with soft pillows. The room was filled with laughter. In the past, they would not have wasted their energy in such a way that they would have to eat more.
Their entertainment is limited to low-energy activities such as stone throwing and catapult.
But now it’s different, they have a warm house, soft beds and plenty of food.
All this is because Long Shaoming won the game and gained extraordinary power. When they have enough power, it seems that everyone in the world is a good person. Goodwill is released to them everywhere.
"It's time to go to bed." Long Shaoming asked each child to lie down in bed, and then turned off the lights in the room.
Within a few minutes, the room was filled with soft snoring sounds, and an hour later, everyone was completely asleep.
Long Shaoming stood up, put on his shoes again, picked up the newspaper on the table, and just as he was about to go out, he heard a voice behind him.
"Brother, are you going out again?"
Looking back, the little girl Duoer got up from the bed holding a teddy bear.
"I'm going out to do something. Get some sleep." Long Shaoming walked to her side and gently touched her head.
Duoer rubbed his palm, looked at Long Shaoming with bright eyes, and asked, "Brother, when can Duoer go to school?"
"Soon, now you need to get some sleep."
"Um!"
After soothing the other person to sleep, Long Shaoming got up and quietly left the room, closing the door with a click.
Outside the corridor, two monks in fire cloud robes seemed to have been waiting for him outside since early morning.
"Who are you?" Long Shaoming looked puzzled. The other party said straight to the point: "Daoyou, don't go out to punish evildoers today. Get ready for tomorrow's game."
They knew it was me.
All the murders during this period were committed by Long Shaoming. Evil will be punished, and the sinner should be executed. Everyone he killed deserved to die. Every second they lived in this world was a persecution to ordinary people.
"I'll only be out for half an hour."
Long Shaoming did not show too much panic, and he knew that he could not hide it from these immortal cultivators. The only thing that puzzled him was that the other party did not stop him from beginning to end, and completely acquiesced to his behavior.
"No, in order not to affect your condition tomorrow, you cannot get injured tonight." The disciple of Fire Spirit Sect shook his head. His words made Long Shaoming's expression change slightly. Why was the other party so sure that he would get injured?
As if he could see what he was thinking, the man continued, "Do you really think you can slaughter those mortals? You should go to kill the chairman of a group tonight. I can guarantee that if you don't die, you will be disabled this time."
"Now all media have been controlled by them. The information you can get is what they want you to get. You may be very strong now, but you can't stop the bombs. After all, you are still a mortal body."
Long Shaoming was silent for a moment, did not argue, and returned to the room quietly.
The two Fire Spirit Sect monks nodded in satisfaction, this would be good for everyone. Just as they were about to leave, his face suddenly darkened and he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, are you going to die by jumping out of the window?"
They sensed that the target had left.
Ten minutes later, a huge explosion woke up the sleeping people. Countless people walked out of the room and saw that the tallest building in the distance was on fire and thick smoke was rising.
Long Shaoming came back covered in dust and dirt. There was a huge wound on his abdomen with blood oozing out.
He entered the bathroom and spat a mouthful of blood into the sink.
"The wicked man's life shall not last past midnight."
After simply bandaging the wound, Long Shaoming fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up until 10 o'clock the next morning.
The competition started at 2 pm. After a grand opening ceremony, the two contestants stepped onto the stage under the attention of thousands of people.
A thin young man with a strange red light in his eyes, and a serious middle-aged man holding a sword.
Both of them are the best in this competition, and they are not much worse than the local monks.
The two men's eyes met, and with a command from the Jindan master, their figures instantly disappeared from the spot.
Then there was a loud bang, and the two collided with each other, thunder and sword.
The thunder changes rapidly, and the sword light cuts through everything.
The Little Five Thunders Method and the Supreme Wuji Sword Intent.
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