All My Skills Are Picked Up

When he opened his eyes, Yang Zhen instinctively touched the broken sword on his waist. This was an instinct he had trained through countless lives and deaths in the wild. But this time, he felt empty. He didn't feel anything. And his clothes seemed to have been changed. It definitely wasn't the rotten cloth that he had bought himself.    

"Don't move. You are currently in the healing room of Martial Tower."    

Yang Zhen heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that they were in Martial Tower. In the Zhou Empire, the Martial Tower represented safety. After all, it was the place where all the local deacons came and went, and their combat strength was the strongest.    

Most of the time, they were even stronger than the military camps.    

In addition to the rules of the Martial Tower, ordinary people wouldn't dare to cause trouble in the Martial Tower. Yang Zhen held his forehead and thought for a while. He finally remembered why he was here.    

A bitter smile appeared on his face. He had never thought that he would still lose. He even lost to a kid who was even younger than him.    

Impressive! Impressive! This Lo Tian was truly awesome!    

Yang Zhen grinned and recalled Lo Tian's technique in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became. This Lo Tian was really not an ordinary character.    

Unfortunately, he still lost.    

Yang Zhen sighed in his heart and muttered, "Little White, it seems like what you said is not enough to see me become the first in the test."    

Yang Zhen felt a little sad in his heart. A female doctor beside him handed over the medicine.    

"Drink it and treat internal injuries. Don't think that just because you have the healing talent, you won't be afraid of anything. If you have internal injuries, you will die. "    

Yang Zhen glanced at the young female doctor, and his eyes suddenly lit up. This doctor is really good-looking. His front and back were protruding, and his white clothes were exquisite and graceful, especially his fair skin. As well as his long legs, his slutty heart immediately felt like it was floating in his chest.    

If this was in the past, he would at least have taken advantage of him verbally. It was a pity that he wasn't in a good state today. Furthermore, he wasn't a fool. Offending a physician who treated you was the most foolish act he had ever done.    

Taking the medicine, Yang Zhen took a sniff. It was only for a moment, but Yang Zhen suddenly felt a little dizzy. His vision was also a little blurry.    

Immediately after, Yang Zhen seemed to have realized something, and he struggled to sit up. His healing ability was quite good. After lying down for a while, he had actually healed quite a bit. Yang Zhen should have fallen off the bed and landed on the ground. He was still struggling to climb forward.    

However, the doctor suddenly came in front of him, and said with a smile, "Young Master Yang, your treatment hasn't ended yet. Where are you going? "    

Yang Zhen raised his head and looked at her. Although his vision was blurry, he could still see the smile on her face.    

Damn it, she was tricked. Who was it?    

Who was plotting against him?    

Yang Zhen knew that he had offended a lot of people. The number of people in the entire capital who hated him couldn't be counted. However, there weren't many people who had the ability to do such a thing in Martial Tower.    

Who was it? Or, which family was it?    

Did they really dare to make a move in Martial Tower? Were they not afraid that all the deacons of Martial Tower would come out and capture them and behead them?    

Yang Zhen still wanted to make a final struggle, but he heard the female doctor say in an incomparably gentle voice, "Now, listen to every word I say!"    

In a split second, Yang Zhen felt that he had lost control of his body.    

"Mental control talent. The doctor in front of me is a mental control master who is at least a martial master!"    

It was too late for Yang Zhen to do anything, whether it was the medicine just now or the person on the bed who had done something to him. He had no way to resist it now.    

The female doctor continued, "Alright, stand up now."    

Yang Zhen immediately stood up. His movements were very strange, like a puppet. His eyes were lifeless, and his head was lowered.    

The female doctor took a few glances at him, then she went forward to help him tidy his hair. She then picked up the hood behind her clothes and helped Yang Zhen tidy it up. He was dressed in black and matched with the hood. As long as one did not pay attention, it would be very difficult to notice anything unusual about Yang Zhen.    

It turned out that everything was prepared. The female doctor nodded her head in satisfaction and continued, "Go, walk out of Martial Tower, turn left, and walk fifty steps. There is a carriage waiting for you, go in!"    

Yang Zhen started to walk forward. His steps were very slow and also very heavy.    

The female doctor saw Yang Zhen walk out of the room and quickly changed into her white clothes. She spread her long hair and walked out while shaking her waist.    

A moment later, a deacon followed an old doctor back. Looking at the bed where Yang Zhen was, she asked in surprise, "Where is he?"    

The other deacon looked around and said, "He should leave by himself!"    

The old physician frowned and said, "His injuries are not healed yet. How can he leave? You are too irresponsible towards yourself."    

The deacon shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "He has the healing talent. Maybe he doesn't need you. Alright, I'm leaving too. Elder Zhao, I'll treat you to a meal next time. "    

After saying that, the deacon walked out of Martial Tower. He turned his head to the left and saw a black shadow enter the carriage. The deacon smiled and said softly: "This money earned is really heartless. But you are Yang Zhen. Heh, back then you still dare to tease my sister. Go to hell. Bastard Yang!"    

The deacon touched the interspatial Crystal Card in his pocket. When he thought of the gold coins inside, he left happily.    

However, he did not notice that it was actually at the bottom of the carriage. There was also a black shadow.    

He hid himself close to the bottom of the carriage. This person was surprised to find that it was Su Hong from the Su family.    

Su Hong's fingers were like pliers as he tightly grabbed onto the bumpy part of the carriage. He wanted to see what these people wanted to do. What did they mean by 'the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind'? He wanted to see what they wanted to do.    

If nothing unexpected happened, perhaps there would be a great harvest this time!    

A day passed very quickly. The next morning, before the competition.    

Lo Tian also returned to Martial Tower. He was still sent back by Third Young Master Bai. It was because they were good friends. Third Young Master Bai not only sent Lo Tian to the battlefield, but also stayed with him for the whole night.    

However, Lo Tian's performance really puzzled Third Young Master Bai. Originally, Third Young Master Bai thought that Lo Tian was looking for someone to fight and sharpening his spear at the last minute. He would at least need to play a few moves. In the end, this guy seemed more like he was going to pick up trash. After he went in, he squatted on the ground and scuttled around like a mouse. Fortunately, it was night time. The underground arena was relatively dark. No one noticed that the person who had been squatting on the ground was Lo Tian. Otherwise... We'll have to make a big joke.    

Third Young Master Bai was invited by the manager of the arena to ask why the dignified Third Master of Bai family had brought this man in. If he was here to pick up trash, they could give him a free gift. Third Young Master Bai couldn't explain it clearly. What could he do? He was also in despair.    

In the end, he could only roll his eyes and let Lo Tian go. In any case, Lo Tian could do whatever he wanted as long as nothing happened.    

"Thank you, Third Young Master Bai!"    

At the entrance of Martial Tower, Lo Tian bowed to Third Young Master Bai and expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.    

Third Young Master Bai nodded and said with a smile, "It's nothing, it's nothing. It's just a small matter. But I'm really curious, young master Lo Tian, what exactly did you do last night?"    

Lo Tian thought for a while and replied with a smile, "I'm sorry. I have a special habit. Squatting while cultivating is the fastest. It might be a little inappropriate, which made Third Young Master Bai laugh!"    

"Squatting and cultivating?"    

Third Young Master Bai did not understand what Lo Tian was saying at all. He had never seen or heard of this kind of hobby, not to mention he had never heard of it in the entire Great Zhou.    

"Forget it, forget it. Maybe you have some secrets as well. I don't want to know either. Young Master Lo Tian, wait for the competition. Remember to use the Blood Crystal. If you lose, you will really lose your life. Go, there's still some time left. You've been busy for the whole night. You can rest for another hour. For martial artists like you, an hour is enough for you to adjust to your peak state. "    

Third Young Master Bai told Lo Tian in a serious tone.    

Lo Tian nodded his head in understanding, then walked quickly to his room.    

There was a smile on his face. He had gained a lot from this night!