Under One Person: Dressed as Lü Liang, with vests all over

Chapter 31: Wang Bing’s provocation? (Please read on)

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Feng Shayan's fist moved quickly in space, smashing from all directions.

Jia Zhengliang was unable to dodge and was hit hard on the back by several punches, causing him to spit out blood.

But he was serious this time. All twelve flying knives were wrapped in a special layer of Qi, flying around his body at high speed, half for defense and half for attack.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

One of them actually flew close to the ground, quietly approaching Feng Shayan's leg, leaving a wound on her calf.

Both of them were really angry, and in the end, they were almost exchanging injuries.

"puff!"

The sounds of vomiting blood and bleeding from wounds continued to appear.

Then, there were two loud "bangs" and "bangs", and both of them fell to the ground seriously injured.

"Sha Yan!"

When Feng Zhenghao saw this scene, his face suddenly changed. He subconsciously placed his hands tightly on the edge of the stands, leaned forward, and shouted worriedly.

"Dad, I'm fine!"

In the venue, Feng Shayan stood up shakily.

She covered the wound on her right arm with her left hand. Although she was still a little shaky, she managed to stand up.

She supported her knee with her injured right hand, trying to keep standing, and looked up at the referee Taoist priest stubbornly.

The referee Taoist priest recovered from his shock, cleared his throat, and announced loudly:

"Second round of the 16-to-8 elimination match, Feng Shayan versus Jia Zhengliang. The winner is Feng Shayan!"

Hearing the verdict, Feng Shayan's strong breath finally relaxed like a deflated ball.

Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and coupled with her severe injuries and physical weakness, she swayed, her vision went dark, and she fainted.

"Medical staff! Send these two people to the hospital!" Seeing this, the Taoist referee hurriedly shouted to the side.

In the stands, Feng Xingtong and Lin Yin both held onto the guardrails, jumped, and jumped into the field.

Feng Xingtong rushed in front. He was originally running towards Feng Shayan, but when he was about to reach her, he suddenly stopped.

Because, not far ahead, Feng Shayan had woken up and was secretly winking at him.

Feng Xingtong suddenly had an idea and turned 180 degrees on the spot, walking towards Jia Zhengliang who was still unconscious.

At the same time, he did not forget to shout at Lu Liang at the top of his voice: "Brother Lin, my sister is seriously injured. I can't handle it. I'm relying on you!"

The voice was loud and had a deliberate exaggeration.

Feng Zhenghao, who had just jumped down from below, was stunned when he heard this, and then he showed a helpless smile.

Not only do girls grow up to be difficult to keep, but sons also become more and more stubborn.

Although he felt mixed emotions, Feng Zhenghao decided to fulfill his daughter's wish.

He patted Lu Liang's shoulder and said, "Xiao Yin, Sha Yan's injury is in your hands, please!"

……

All the injuries Feng Shayan suffered were external and not difficult to treat.

Lu Liang still used the "suzhen needle" as a medium and the ability of the "red hand" to quickly heal the injured parts.

Soon, the bleeding from the wound stopped and it began to heal quickly.

However, Feng Shayan kept her eyes closed, allowing Lu Liang to manipulate her, as if she was still "unconscious".

A smile appeared on Lu Liang's lips.

Because there would be another competition on the field, he picked up Feng Shayan and carried her horizontally towards the two-bedroom apartment where they had been last night.

In comparison, Jia Zhengliang's treatment was not so good.

After Feng Xingtong helped him stop the bleeding, he waved to the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain nearby and asked them to help carry Jia Zhengliang to the infirmary.

Seeing that all the injured people had left the field, the Taoist referee stepped out again.

"Second round of the 16-to-8 elimination round, Feng Xingtong versus Deng Youfu. Both contestants, please enter the arena immediately."

……

In the bedroom of a two-bedroom apartment.

Lu Liang put Feng Shayan back on the bed.

Seeing Feng Shayan's eyelids trembling slightly but not opening, Lu Liang leaned over and asked in her ear:

"Your injury has healed. Do you still want me to help you change your clothes?"

After these words were spoken, Feng Shayan's eyelashes trembled even more violently, and the blush on her face spread rapidly, even dyeing her neck crimson.

Lu Liang stood up straight, crossed his arms, and waited leisurely.

After a few seconds, Feng Shayan finally "woke up".

She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes before looking at Lu Liang, "Eh? Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Lu Liang raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked Feng Shayan carefully from top to bottom. With a teasing smile on his lips, he replied slowly:
"Of course it's because I have to be a porter, carrying a person pretending to be unconscious."

He shook his head seriously and sighed: "Oh, I was so heavy just now!" "I'm not heavy!" Feng Shayan retorted subconsciously, her voice clear and loud.

After she finished her rebuttal, she realized that what she had just said was simply a confession. She had to look away and coughed a few times to cover up her embarrassment.

"Are you really not going to change your clothes?" Lu Liang asked again.

Feng Shayan subconsciously looked down at her clothes when she heard that, and then she realized that her clothes really looked a bit "miserable" at this moment.

During the competition, she was cut by flying knives in many places all over her body. Now, those wounds have healed, but the holes in her clothes are still there.

It's okay from a distance, but if you look closely, it's simply a hollow design.

When Feng Shayan thought about herself being carried like this all the way, she felt the temperature on her face suddenly soar again, and it became very hot.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to heat up.

"You, please help me get my clothes!"

……

This subtle atmosphere continued until Feng Xingtong arrived.

Before Feng Xingtong even entered the room, the excited and high-pitched voice had already come in.

"Sister, can I come in?"

"Come in."

Although he heard the response, Feng Xingtong still waited for more than ten seconds before opening the door.

After entering the room, his eyes darted back and forth between Lu Liang and Feng Shayan, and he couldn't hide the gossipy expression on his face.

Feng Shayan rolled her eyes at him unhappily and asked, "How was your competition?"

"I will definitely win!" Feng Xingtong's eyes lit up and his expression was excited.

"The Deng Youfu I fought today happened to be from the Northeastern Horse Immortal lineage. He summoned a particularly powerful 'spirit', but I used the Soul Binding Technique to temporarily borrow his spirit!"

Feng Xingtong described the process of the game vividly.

"...Brother Lin, sister, let me tell you, Mr. Liu Kunsheng is simply amazing!"

"What a pity, it never showed its true strength on the Deng brothers."

At this point, Feng Xingtong raised his chin slightly, patted his chest, and said confidently:

"In the next match, I'm going to show everyone just how powerful Master Liu can be in my hands! I guarantee their jaws will drop!"

Seeing Feng Xingtong getting more and more excited as he spoke, his face flushed red, Lu Liang was also infected by this emotion and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He used the "blue hand" to control Hu Jie's actions, which actually helped the Feng family invisibly.

Otherwise, Feng Xingtong's opponent tomorrow will be Wang Bing, and Ju Ling Qian Jiang will be suppressed by Wang Bing's complete version of Ju Ling Qian Jiang. Not only will the Feng family lose Wang Zizhong's spirit body, but they will also be humiliated by the Wang family.

It’s a good thing that my intervention changed the established trajectory.

……

Feng Xingtong described the story with his hands and feet dancing, and his excitement finally subsided a little.

He looked at Lu Liang with a smile and invited him warmly: "Brother Lin, come and watch my game tomorrow!"

"Okay!" Lu Liang nodded and asked, "How were the results of the other groups in today's second round?"

Although he believed Hu Jie could win, he still felt more at ease asking.

"Let me think about it." Feng Xingtong counted on his fingers and recalled.

"There were four matches in the second round. In Field A, Zero faced Liao Fan, and Zero won. In Field B, I heard that Zhang Lingyu used lightning to strike Lu Linglong so hard that she was smoking."

"I won Field C. There was also Field D, where Hu Jie faced Night Owl. Hu Jie won. I heard that Night Owl's abilities seemed to be ineffective against Hu Jie."

"Tomorrow's top eight opponents have been decided..."

……

The afterglow of the setting sun slowly falls from the sky like broken gold, giving Longhu Mountain a warm yellow filter.

The hustle and bustle of the day gradually subsided as dusk deepened.

Lu Liang and the Feng siblings had dinner together in the cafeteria before going to their respective dormitory rooms.

"Squeak."

As soon as Lu Liang opened the door of the dormitory, he saw an unexpected person.

Hu Jie was seen sitting beside his bed in a miserable state, with a swollen nose and face, bruised and purple eye sockets, cracked corners of his mouth, and trickles of blood dripping slowly down his chin.

It was obvious that he had just had a fierce fight with someone.

A look of surprise appeared on Lu Liang's face.

Night Owl's ability was not enough to hurt Hu Jie, and the game ended in the morning.

What's with this fresh wound?

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