All My Skills Are Picked Up

Deacon Mang couldn't hold on any longer. He was no longer as arrogant as before. Tears trickled down his face, making him look extremely pathetic.    

Lo Tian really did not expect that Deacon Mang, who looked like a tough man, would really cry when he started to get injured.    

Sure enough, those who looked arrogant were actually all soft eggs. It was just that if you were hard, he would be soft. If you were soft, then he would be hard.    

Lo Tian looked at him with a cold light in his eyes.    

"You admit defeat? Is this a competition?"    

Lo Tian increased the intensity of his flames and ice, causing his screams to become even more miserable.    

"Do you want to kill someone?"    

"No way, a deacon wants to kill someone on the street!"    

"This is a bit too much!"    

The martial artists watching also gradually felt that something was wrong. Lo Tian's attacks became heavier and heavier, and judging from his posture, it seemed like he was going to kill someone.    

"Lo Tian, that's enough!"    

In Martial Tower, Yu Ge walked out quickly and shouted loudly.    

It was rare that she was not knocked out, or perhaps she was woken up after she fainted. Lo Tian did not answer, and only whispered to Deacon Mang, who was screaming continuously, "If there is a next time, I guarantee that you will die as miserably as Devil Cultivator."    

Only after saying this did Lo Tian stop. Deacon Mang spat out a mouthful of black smoke and fell to the ground.    

The internal deacon inside rushed out and carried Deacon Mang away. The deacon had died in front of the Martial Tower. Normally, it wouldn't happen. Even if he didn't have enough points, he could still owe money. Therefore, Deacon Mang was quickly carried to the treatment room.    

Lo Tian slowly turned his head and picked up his deacon robe. He waved at the audience watching from outside. He could hear that many people around had started to discuss.    

"Who is this deacon? He is so young, so powerful, and his cultivation is extraordinary!"    

"I don't know. He must be a deacon from somewhere else. He is too strong. He is a double talented deacon. "    

"Yeah, if this talent is used for barbecuing, it would be so convenient. In summer, he can even sell ice cubes!"    

...    

Lo Tian walked back to Martial Tower and put on his executive robe again. At this moment, the other internal deacon were looking at him with admiration in their eyes. After all, the Level 3 deacon Lo Tian just defeated was a genuine Level 3 deacon. Its status was not low anymore.    

Fatty Zhang also forced himself to stand up. He looked at Lo Tian with a smile and said, "Mr Lo, you are getting stronger and stronger. I don't even know how you have improved."    

Lo Tian grinned and didn't answer.    

Pak pak pak!    

A person slowly walked down the stairs. With an admiring gaze, he said, "Beautiful, so beautiful. It's been a long time since I've seen such a strong young deacon. "    

Lo Tian turned his head and saw Wu Qian walking over with a smile on his face. Obviously, the battle just now was also under his watch. He walked in front of Lo Tian and said softly, "Originally, I was worried that Yu Ge would go with me to search for treasures tomorrow. Is there a problem with her safety? Now it seems that with you here, everything will be fine. Lo Tian, right? I will remember your name. Maybe in ten years' time, you will be in the position of Level 1 deacon."    

Lo Tian was silent and did not say anything. Fatty Zhang laughed and said, "Old man, you have good eyesight. I, Mr Lo, am destined to be a figure in Martial Tower."    

Yu Ge, who was beside him, glanced at Fatty Zhang and whispered, "Old man? You dare to call a Level 1 deacon an old man? You have a lot of guts too!"    

Yu Ge covered her mouth and laughed secretly. She looked like she was not afraid of something big happening. When Fatty Zhang heard this, he was first stunned, then exclaimed, "Level 1 deacon? You are... Wu Qian?"    

Fatty Zhang finally recognized it. After all, there was likely no other Level 1 deacon in Yi Yuan City.    

Wu Qian chuckled and sized up the fatty from head to toe. With a few glances, he said, "He called me old. However, it was nothing. Although he was not old, his heart was really old. Deacon Lo, remember to wake up early tomorrow morning and set off. I'll wait for you outside the south city gate."    

After saying that, Wu Qian left with large strides. Looking at the direction he was heading, he should be heading towards the treatment room.    

Fatty Zhang touched his own chest and said, "Aiya, I'll go. It scared me to death. He is Wu Qian, Mr Lo. Does... does he know?"    

Lo Tian shook his head lightly. Only then did Fatty Zhang heave a sigh of relief and said, "It seems that Holy Master Pang is indeed a reliable person. He did a good job of keeping it a secret. What should we do then? Let's hurry up and leave."    

Lo Tian said," Didn't you hear? Are there any more assignments tomorrow morning? "    

Fatty Zhang stared and said," Missions? With him? Mr Lo, are you crazy?"    

Lo Tian whispered his plan into the fatty's ear. The fatty's eyes widened and he said in a low voice, "Then I have to go. Mr Lo, are you sure you can play tricks in front of a Level 1 deacon?"    

Lo Tian said softly, "Then what else can we do? A dead horse is a dead horse. Otherwise, we will die even more tragically."    

" That's true! "    

Yu Ge saw Fatty Zhang and Lo Tian muttering to each other. Yu Ge thought that the two of them had some dirty thoughts and wanted to get some benefits from Wu Qian.    

"Money grubber!"    

Yu Ge snorted lightly and went back to rest. Before leaving, Yu Ge still said loudly, "Fatty, if you can still move tomorrow, then let's go together."    

"Okay! Of course I will go. Protecting Miss Yu is my duty!"    

Fatty Zhang shamelessly shouted.    

Yu Ge let out a hearty laugh and walked upstairs.    

...    

In the treatment room, Deacon Mang was lying on the bed, gnashing his teeth in anger. He kept cursing, "Bastard, how dare you treat me like this? What's so great about having talent!"    

The doctor beside him rolled his eyes at him and gave him a bottle of medicine. "Talent is strength. Don't be unconvinced."    

Deacon Mang almost crushed the medicine in his hand. Suppressing his anger, he drank the medicine and said, "When I recover, I will definitely kill him. I am not in a good condition this year. Otherwise, I will pinch him like a chicken. "    

The doctor shook his head and said, "Drink the medicine, loser."    

Deacon Mang held the medicine and shook it a few times. He said, "Why is this medicine of this color? Will it affect my condition after drinking it?"    

Before the doctor could say anything, Wu Qian walked in from outside and said loudly, "I'm afraid that after drinking it, it will affect your bragging."    

Wu Qian gently waved his hand and the doctor quickly left.    

Wu Qian slapped Deacon Mang right away, almost slapping him off the bed.    

After that, Wu Qian coldly said, "Do you know why I hit you?"    

Deacon Mang covered his face and softly replied, "Because I shouldn't have hurt that fatty."    

Wu Qian shook his head and gave Deacon Mang another slap. Deacon Mang almost fainted on the spot.    

"Wrong, because you lost. You lost to a deacon who was at least ten years younger than you. And a Level 4 deacon. Shame on you!"    

Wu Qian placed his hands behind his back and stared at Deacon Mang's face." I brought you out here to let you solve some small problems for me. I didn't ask you to create a small problem for me. Follow me tomorrow morning. If you dare to cause trouble again, you will bring shame to me. I'll cripple you, understand?"