One person: I am standing behind you, but the whole Wei

Zhang Chulan's body stiffened slightly, feeling the touch from that big hand. This feeling...

Coupled with the extremely familiar voice, the sweat on his forehead could not help but flow down.

That's right!

The person standing behind me must be the old Taoist priest!

It's all over!

Caught by the old Taoist priest!

I should have restrained myself earlier. The drawing ceremony was about to begin.

You know, Taoism is still a religion after all!

He is preaching this outrageous doctrine on this mountain, and it is such a nonsense doctrine.

Isn't this asking for death?

The expressions on the faces of the Linglong sect members below froze, and they scattered in all directions.

Whistling, the crowd began to disperse little by little, with extremely serious expressions on their faces...

It was as if what I was shouting about just now had nothing to do with me.

They are just a group of promoted aliens waiting for the draw.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled slightly when he saw this, and patted Zhang Chulan gently, saying with a smile:

"Okay, Chu Lan can go down now."

As he said this, he looked at Tian Ni who was watching with great interest below the stage with a bit of helplessness in his eyes, as if to say... I asked you to come to the assembly for promotion, not for him to watch the fun.

The latter leaned against an old camphor tree, smiled and spread out his hands, indicating that he couldn't do anything about it.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the sixty-four people below the stage, and was suddenly amazed at Chu Lan's leadership ability.

In fact, when the riots broke out, he hid in the dark and did not show up, wanting to see what actions Chu Lan and Cao Ning would take to resolve the crisis.

After all, the way they were promoted was a bit shameless, but...

It really looks exactly like the ghost Huaiyi did when he was young!

The younger generation.

They were all young and full of vigor, and coupled with the shameless behavior of Zhang Chulan and Cao Ning, they would definitely be ostracized by everyone.

The words of the fable are very vague...

but...

I believe that anyone who can become a savior will definitely become the leader of a team.

So I hid in the dark and watched...

After obtaining the dragon vein, Cao Ning did not take any action, but little Chu Lan greatly surprised him.

He actually became the leader of a temporary religious sect. This shows his leadership ability is indeed amazing.

But then again...

If Old Lu knew that Chu Lan used her great-granddaughter's name to "found" a sect, who knows what would happen?

Are you furious?

Hahaha!

They are all over a hundred years old, but they look exactly the same as when they were young.

Zhang Chulan was extremely flustered when he heard this, but he jumped down from the platform as if it were an imperial decree.

In a hurry, he made a young pioneer gesture to the old Taoist priest...

He said in a trembling voice:

"Old Master, we are just joking..."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and shook his head and said:

"Hehe...it's because of you that Longhu Mountain hasn't been this lively for many years."

The way he spoke made it hard to tell whether he was angry or not.

As the person involved, Zhang Chulan timidly moved closer to Cao Ning, tugged at his clothes and said softly:

"My dear brother! Please protect me!"

Cao Ning heard this, a helpless look appeared on his face, and then he said with a slightly joking tone:

"Master, you are so powerful... do you still need protection?"

And Lu Linglong's delicate face beside him showed a hint of gloating.

hey-hey...

I told you not to fool around, and now you have been caught by the old master, right?

but...

Zhang Chulan is indeed quite amazing. He can actually do such a thing in just over ten minutes.

Maybe this is his personal charm?

Zhang Chulan's face suddenly froze when he heard this. He looked at Cao Ning with a pitiful look and then said:

"You are my brother! You have to protect me!"

As he said this, he pressed his entire face towards Cao Ning.

Cao Ning stretched out his big hand and pressed it against his head, saying with a very disdainful tone:

"I can protect you! But don't get so close to me, you're covered in blood cocoons and they'll get on me."

As soon as these words came out.

Zhang Chulan pushed harder and made a protesting sound:

"No! No! I will stay by your side too, and let them know...you are also the instigator of this matter!"

Zhuge Qing, who was not far away, narrowed his eyes and saw this scene, and touched his brother Zhuge Bai's head...

really...

Are all brothers in the world like this?

Hahaha!

and...

Zhi Jinhua looked at this scene, with a thoughtful look in her eyes. Could it be that she had calculated wrong?

If we put these people in Zhang Chulan's shoes and put him in his place, he should be besieged!

Could it be that the appearance of the old Taoist priest caused the trajectory of this outcome to shift?

Or...

What did I forget?

Is Zhang Chulan dead?

I don't seem to want to see...

Between thoughts.

A deep but extremely majestic voice came from the stage:

"Alright. Kids! You can listen to me first."

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone present, except Cao Ning, seemed to be moved by these words.

Regardless of those who participated in the Linglong Sect or those who did not, their eyes all looked towards the old Taoist priest.

His expression unconsciously revealed a very serious expression...

Zhang Zhiwei put his hands behind his back, his spirited face showed a hint of indifference, and then he said:

"Haha! Thank you for your hard work, everyone... The first round of competition has ended. There are sixty-four winners. The next round of competition will be conducted in a one-on-one format."

As he spoke, he placed his left hand on top of a red box and continued:

"Put your names in this box. The people at the front of the order of the four groups A, B, C, and D will be drawn for comparison."

The voice just fell.

Feng Baobao just walked up to the lottery box, stretched out her hand and calmly took out a piece of paper.

Then he shook it a bit, tilted his head and said coldly to the people below:

"Who is Wang Ergou?"

suddenly...

A male voice in the crowd shouted:

"I'm not an onion!"

After saying that, a young man with a crew cut, black-rimmed glasses and pink hair walked out from the crowded crowd and approached Feng Baobao.

He snorted coldly, adjusted the frame of his glasses with his left hand, stretched his right hand in front of Feng Baobao, and said with a confident smile on his face:

"Feng Baobao, I'm glad to be your opponent."

Feng Baobao said "Oh" lightly, then jumped off the lottery table and threw the note on the ground.

He murmured:

"It turns out to be bayberry! I thought it was green onion?"