Chapter 130

The man's eyeballs moved, and he couldn't help but laugh again.

"Fortunately, fortunately, after all, he is an old ghost."

Li Guangzong and his group are a pretty good supply source for the ghost market.

Wang Bo, as the head of the procurement department, personally brought people here to receive the goods this time, and according to the rules, he brought the best level of detection equipment.

This is the top-tier portable scanning machine from the Americas, a masterpiece of a giant enterprise; even the American military hasn't been able to negotiate the price and get the equipment in place.

The ghost market has close business dealings with overseas, which is why they managed to get such a set.

The most valuable part of this equipment is that it can roughly detect signs of sorcerers performing techniques.

And for the interference caused by spirit communication techniques, its resistance is much higher than that of ordinary electronic equipment.

Although to avoid triggering the crisis intuition of strong people, these machines cannot be installed with anything lethal.

But using it for remote investigation is truly invincible.

Moreover, this is in the technology park, the venue for the robot competition.

"Supervisor, since there is a problem with this transaction, why don't we just withdraw? Recently, transportation has been blocked, and many goods couldn't be sent overseas anyway."

"There are already many evil artifacts, and gathering them together also has risks; there's no need to spend too much effort on this one order."

Just as the subordinate finished expressing his opinion, he met the supervisor's dark, heavy gaze and suddenly felt a bit dry-mouthed and his heartbeat irregular.

"Originally, we might have indeed been troubled by transportation and storage issues, but now, several directors have requested the more the better."

Wang Bo tugged at the collar of his sweater, seemingly feeling that his neck was too stuffy; his pupils trembled for no reason, revealing intense emotions.

"The people from the Golden Blade Martial Arts School just showed up, and we gave up the business; what does that count as?"

"Scared out of our wits, fleeing at the sight of the wind?"

Wang Bo smiled, "Heh, that's not right; they haven't even shown up yet."

The subordinate was also provoked to anger in his heart, subconsciously licking his dry lips: "Then shall we find a way to kill them?"

"Yes!"

Wang Bo responded with a smile, suddenly his expression a bit strange; he reached out to scratch the back of his neck and looked at the screen again.

"No, that's not right!"

"How can we kill Feng Jianhua and Yuan Chongxiao?"

Wang Bo fell into deep thought and commanded, "First, check the information on the Golden Blade Martial Arts School in detail."

Reading the information his subordinates brought up, Wang Bo revealed a satisfied smile.

The snow was getting heavier today, and the ground that had just been shoveled was covered with white marks again.

Everyone in the technology park, who had originally intentionally looked for icy places outside to test the movement performance of their robots, was now seeking shelter in the exhibition halls and entering the competition venue.

Snowflakes drifted, hitting the glass doors.

Inside the Golden Blade Martial Arts School, on the frozen small river, the snow was also getting thicker.

The velvet-like snowflakes were blown slanted by the wind.

The small lions on the railings, some had most of their bodies covered by snow, while the claws on the other half were still exposed.

The gate across the bridge was still open.

As soon as the snowflakes blew in, they melted rapidly.

Near the entrance, a large area of accumulated water appeared, but it hadn't spread to the center of the room.

Chu Tianshu sat cross-legged there, his hair draped over his shoulders, wearing only a black long-sleeved pullover with a golden rose branch pattern on the chest and back.

The Three-Seven Divine Sword was tightly bound at his waist, and the black long pants on his lower body were equally thin.

His heat offset the snowflakes, but did not offset the wind outside.

The canvases hanging on the wall were still being blown to sway gently.

When he focused on the mirror, the mirror not only contained the "Kill" character formed by the candlelight but also those swaying paintings.

The thick thought power was like transparent firelight, seeping from the divine sword at his waist into his entire skeletal structure, swelling and shrinking, his hands pressing hard on his knees, all the tendons and bones in his body competing.

The faint sound of drums that should have appeared when Chu Tianshu was practicing became even lower.

The combined operation of concentrated thought power and fist technique Qi and blood was like hiding fourteen drum surfaces under thick, viscous mud.

Even though the drum surfaces were constantly trembling, outsiders couldn't hear any sound.

I'm afraid it won't be until the moment the gold sand under the water is stirred up more and more by the drum surfaces and breaks through the mud.

The deeply hidden heart drum will present itself with a brand-new brilliance.

"The cervical vertebrae supporting the head..."

Chu Tianshu's shoulders arched slightly, his muscles swelling toward the center.

As if two small hills were spreading and connecting, arching up a larger hill in the middle.

The outline of the muscles stood out, flowing smoothly from the neck toward the head.

Chu Tianshu's long hair all rose slightly, the strands like small snakes, messy and curled at the ends.

The concentrated thought power also poured into his shoulders and neck.

Chu Tianshu's shoulders, filled with this force, stretched to both sides, his skin pulled tighter, his arms pressing on his knees changing posture slightly, his elbows pointing outward.

Only, the part of his wrists extending beyond his sleeves slowly grew longer.

The part of his ankles extending beyond his pant legs also became more, and the color of the veins on his ankles became more uniform.

Whoosh!!

A long white breath shot out from Chu Tianshu's mouth.

The candle flames in front of the mirror, originally flickering and pointing in different directions, suddenly all pressed toward the mirror surface.

As if these flames could not bear the pressure brought by Chu Tianshu.

The figure sitting cross-legged in the mirror had its tendons and bones clearly expanded by a third.

Ink-black hair flying, thick brows and sword eyes, practicing with great pleasure and a smile, slightly revealing the tips of his teeth.

In the perception of an insider, the killing intent on the surrounding canvases was originally very eye-catching.

For the first day or two, once the door was opened and the wind blew across the long bridge, the killing intent was stimulated, and many students subconsciously stayed away from here.

But over the past few days, that killing intent was both consumed and increasingly accommodated and accepted by Chu Tianshu.

His momentum blended into the killing intent on those paintings.

Because he himself was introspective when practicing, the surrounding killing intent also became restrained.

Qi Lianyong had come over to take a few looks these past two days.

Besides seeing the wind and snow crossing the bridge, the whole room moving, hair, candle flames, and canvases all fluttering—

There was no longer that feeling of being pointed at the brow by a sword tip.

"If I didn't know he cultivates both life and nature, and practices force in his fist techniques, I would almost think he was an internal energy practitioner."

Qi Lianyong held an umbrella to block the snow, paused for a moment, and sighed in his heart.

If it were an internal energy practitioner, the scene of snow melting into water and hair flying wouldn't be a strange thing.

He thought of the two files Chu Tianshu gave him, "Gluttonous Fist" and "Palm Thunder," and couldn't help but feel the urge to work harder and practice more, turning to walk toward the cafeteria.

Chu Tianshu knew that Teacher Qi had come and gone behind his back, but didn't take it to heart.

Maintaining the expanded posture for more than twenty minutes, Chu Tianshu finally retracted to his normal state.

"Refreshing!"

Chu Tianshu paused his practice, his thought power returning to his belt, his forehead slightly sweaty.

He no longer operated his tendons and bones, just experiencing the momentum in the room that had not yet dissipated.

Momentum is a vague term, seemingly similar to thought power, but different.

A steep cliff, precarious and about to fall—that scene naturally has a kind of momentum.

But that cliff certainly doesn't emit any thought power outward.

A martial artist's momentum is similar to that situation, yet more vivid than that kind of cliff landscape.

Therefore, a martial artist's momentum, if not maintained with full concentration, is very easy to dissipate.

Chu Tianshu felt the dissipation of the momentum in the room, half-closing his eyes, his state of opening acupoints also changing from inward to outward.

The insight technique is first outward then inward.

He now let it go outward, naturally responding to the changes in the atmosphere inside and outside the room; it was far less clear than the insight technique, but it radiated longer and further.

Vaguely, he felt a figure flip over the wall of the martial arts school.

"Oh?"

Chu Tianshu instantly came back to his senses, stood up, took a step, and reached the window on the south wall.

From the angle of the window, it was impossible to see anyone moving.

He pulled the window open two inches, the wind from the south rushed in more obviously, the airflow from both sides intersected, and the candles nearby were extinguished instantly.

Chu Tianshu listened intently.

There really was someone!

The martial arts school students were recently suspended from classes, and it was broad daylight; there was no need to flip over the wall to get in.

After Wang Bo flipped over the wall, he held his breath, and for the first few steps, he only left shallow footprints.

Once he reached the road surface where others' footprints remained, his steps became solid.

The building in front had excellent overall sound insulation.

Because the first floor was a quiet room for students to practice meditation, according to the screen feedback to the car computer from the intelligent equipment's distant scanning and peeping just now—

On the first floor now, there was only one student practicing internal energy.

The second floor had Feng Jianhua's studio and study, and the third floor was the principal's bedroom.

People who do underground business must adhere to the principle of being bold and careful; if one's boldness is not enough, it's better to do proper business.

But directly fighting those big masters who have been famous for many years is also a bit of a death wish.

After checking the information on the Golden Blade Martial Arts School, Wang Bo found that several department heads in the school were out of town.

The principal and vice principal were now in the eastern suburb technology park.

He immediately had the idea of taking the martial arts school directly.

The principal and vice principal both lived in the school; the two old guys' collections must have good things.

Taking their collections would not only be a revenge but also a real gain.

However, the intensity of this revenge was still a bit small.

Once there was an opportunity, these people who offended us should all be turned into our own kind.

"Yes, turn them into our own kind, hahaha!"

Wang Bo laughed in his heart, not noticing anything strange about his thinking.

Just in an instant, his caution emerged again.

"It is said that Feng Jianhua's method of making incense is not bad; although it is not a technique, it also has quite a miraculous effect."

"I will first roll in the snow, combined with the 'Spirit Turtle Stabilization' mental method I have practiced for many years; even if there is fragrance, it can be hidden in the snow, and after coming out, I will discard my clothes to prevent tracking."

Wang Bo saw a thick place in the snow on the side and moved nimbly, rolling over.

The clothes he was wearing, especially the black sweater, were instantly covered in ice and snow, even his face and hair were covered.

What's peculiar is that even the snow dust on his face was not melted by his body temperature.

His brows and hair were mixed with white, making him look like a ghost flashing out of the ice and snow, running up along the ridge of the southwest corner of the building.

Reaching the height of the third floor, Wang Bo's figure swayed again, like a gecko crawling on a wall, approaching the third-floor window at high speed.

Internal energy penetrated the window frame, and the window opened silently.

Wang Bo, wrapped in the cold wind, jumped into the room.

Three large wardrobes in the corner, a large bed, a TV cabinet on the other side, a bookshelf wall.

This bedroom was very spacious, and the furnishings were simple.

Wang Bo stared at the three large wardrobes at a glance.

People of the older generation don't like to have separate safes; when hiding things, they often set up mechanisms inside the wardrobes.

He was about to step forward when the back of his neck jumped, and he turned around instinctively.

Just at this moment, a figure crouched on the third-floor windowsill.

"A thief?"

Before Chu Tianshu finished speaking, he saw Wang Bo strike fiercely.

So it wasn't a thief, but a robber.

Good.

(End of chapter)