Fox Demon Crossing

In the bustling city, traces of a fierce battle remain in the streets and alleys.

Under a tall neon sign, Jin Renfeng found a broken but still dimly lit smartphone. He stood there, closed his eyes and meditated, the scene within a few kilometers around him entered his mind.

Positioning successful!

Jin Renfeng opened his eyes and headed straight for the deeper forest area of ​​the park.

When he found Wang Ye, he saw that he was tied up. Feng Baobao was concentrating on digging a hole and humming a popular song.

The sudden appearance of Jin Renfeng made Wang Ye feel like he had met a relative. He said anxiously: "Brother, be careful of this girl, she is not simple!"

Nonsense, can Feng Baobao be simple?

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became weird and tense.

"You have a dangerous aura, and it's not easy to deal with you." Feng Baobao touched his chin and suggested, "Let's make a deal. You didn't see what happened today, and it has nothing to do with me. You can ask for any conditions you want."

"It's not impossible. As for the conditions..." Jin Renfeng suddenly smiled, "I have a request. After the Luotian Dajiao is over, can you let me study you? I am very curious about your physique."

Feng Baobao was silent and just stared at him.

"I can also promise that if I can make it to the finals and my opponent is Zhang Chulan, I will let him win."

"Deal." Feng Baobao agreed readily.

"Pleasant to work with."

Jin Renfeng shook his phone and said, "I have recorded it as evidence. I will delete it after the matter is resolved. Of course, you can also regret it, but then everyone will know the inside story of Luotian Dajiao. Believe me, this is not a good thing for Tianshi Mansion and Zhang Chulan."

Feng Baobao frowned slightly and looked at Jin Renfeng seriously: "Are we the same kind?"

"what?"

"Your eyes are not right." Feng Baobao was at a loss for words. "It gives people the feeling that you have lived for a very long time..."

"..."

Just as Jin Renfeng was about to explain, Wang Ye, who was tied to the side, suddenly shouted, "Wuliang, that Heavenly Lord, you're selling me out like this?!"

"Don't worry, she won't kill you." Jin Renfeng smiled, "Brother Wang Ye, it's not that I won't help you, her conditions are really tempting."

"Okay, you sent a distress signal in the middle of the night. I thought something happened. I'm relieved to see that you're okay. I'm leaving now. We still have a game tomorrow."

Yawning, Jin Renfeng looked up at the sky, his eyes swept across Wang Ye, and he turned and left without hesitation, without a trace of nostalgia.

Wang Ye's eyes were calm, but no one noticed the shock hidden in his eyes.

Something was wrong, very wrong.

The murderous intent, that murderous intent as if facing the abyss, was fleeting, but he caught it, which meant that the man just now had murderous intentions.

This guy... Wang Ye struggled to sit down, closed his eyes, entered a meditative state, and suddenly became silent.

Feng Baobao tilted her head and looked at him. Under the moonlight, Wang Ye's face became paler and paler. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"how so?!"

After saying this, Wang Ye’s eyes went dark, his body leaned back, and he fainted on the ground.

"What happened? I didn't do anything." Feng Baobao was a little flustered, wondering whether to send Wang Ye to the hospital or bury him on the spot.

This is a question that requires deep thought.

A few hours passed and the sky gradually brightened.

Around nine o'clock in the morning.

The old Taoist priest and several elders arrived at the martial arts competition one after another.

Today is the quarter-finals match, and there is nothing wrong with them coming to watch.

"Good morning, old master."

Feng Zhenghao greeted as usual.

"Morning, Zhenghao."

"Hey, old master, what happened to you?" Feng Zhenghao was very surprised to see Zhang Zhiwei with a bruised face and nose, feeling like he had been beaten up.

As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he suppressed it.

How is it possible? With the old Taoist's strength, who could beat him like this?

Zhang Zhiwei laughed dryly, pushed his junior brother in the wheelchair, and explained: "I was inspired recently to create a new set of kung fu, but I went astray while practicing last night, and the hand yangming large intestine meridian was blocked, so my face is swollen. Sorry for the embarrassment."

At the same time, his eyes unconsciously turned to Lu Jin.

Recalling what happened last night.

"You old thing, I know you are the one who made the matchup. You deliberately arranged for my granddaughter to face that Yang Ping'an. I can't bully the younger generation. Prepare to die!"

"What does it have to do with me?"

"How can it be okay? That guy is a disciple of the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan, which belongs to the Zhengyi sect. You are the leader of the Zhengyi sect, how can you say it is okay?!" Lu Jin pressed on, angrily saying, "Old Lu, my best friend Zheng Zibu is also a true disciple of Maoshan. Doesn't he know whether Maoshan has the inheritance of thunder magic? I think you taught that kid the thunder magic."

"Old Lu, you are talking nonsense!"

"Where to run!?"

"Today we will see whether your thunder magic is more powerful or my thunder talisman is more powerful..."

Then, he became what he is now.

Zhang Zhiwei touched his swollen face. With his level of cultivation, one night would be enough to restore it to its original state, but he did not do so.

There are two reasons.

First, he knew Lu Jin. This old man had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. After seeing himself being beaten like this, it would be inappropriate for him to target Yang Pingan. Besides, Lu Linglong himself didn't care. He should just let him cool down. After all, he was also a hundred-year-old man and sometimes acted like a child...

In the bustling city, Feng Zhenghao was thinking about the subtle conversation between Tianshi Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Jin. At this time, Wang Ai, smiling, walked slowly towards him and asked with concern: "Zhenghao, how is Xingtong's injury? After returning home yesterday, I gave my grandson a good education. The child is really too ignorant."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wang." Feng Zhenghao responded calmly, "Young Master, it is inevitable that there will be bumps and bruises during competitions. I am sorry that you are worried about this minor injury."

"The first match is between Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye. Both players please enter the venue as soon as possible!"

"Wang Ye from Wudang Mountain, please enter as soon as possible!"

"Wang Ye, please enter immediately after hearing this!"

The referee's voice echoed in the arena, but Wang Ye was still nowhere to be seen. Zhang Chulan's mouth curled up, and he secretly rejoiced: "Haha, Sister Baoer is really powerful!" At the same time, he was secretly relieved. He witnessed the duel between Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing in the last game, and the analysis of Brother Feng Baobao made him terrified. To be honest, whether he faced Zhuge Qing or Wang Ye, he had no chance of winning. The warlock's fighting style was too mysterious for him, and he had never really come into contact with this field.

Feng Zhenghao was thinking about the secret words between the old Taoist priest and Lu Jin. Wang Ai came over with a smile and asked with concern: "Zhenghao, how is Xingtong's injury? I taught my grandson a lesson after I went back. The child is really ignorant."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wang." Feng Zhenghao's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "You can't blame Master Bing. It's inevitable to get hurt in a competition. I'm sorry to have troubled you with this minor injury."

"The first match is between Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye. Both players please enter the venue immediately!"

"King of Wudang Mountain, please enter quickly!"

"Wang Ye, if you hear me, come in quickly!"

The referee called several times, but Wang did not show up. Zhang Chulan chuckled: "Haha, Sister Baoer is really awesome!" At the same time, he was relieved. He witnessed Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing's competition in the last game. After the analysis of Feng Baobao's brothers, his scalp tingled. To be honest, whether he faced Zhuge Qing or Wang Ye, he had no idea. The warlock's moves seemed too weird to him. He had never seen a warlock before...

After studying all night last night, Zhang Chulan racked his brains but could not find a way to deal with Wang Ye.

Sister Baoer, who always acts unconventionally, was surprisingly reliable today.

(??????)

"Oh my god, what an inside story!"

"Damn! Zhang Chulan actually laughed. There must be something going on!"

"Oh my God!"

"Who can punish this slippery ghost?"

The two referees waited for a while, but Wang Ye still hadn't arrived. After discussing, one of the referees announced, "Well...Wang Ye from Wudang is absent from the match, so the winner..."

"and many more!"

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to be announced as the winner, a call came from the entrance.

Everyone looked around.

Wang Ye, dressed in tattered clothes, with his face, body and head covered in dust, ran towards the ring as if he had escaped from the dead.

“It’s the end!”

Feng Baobao's eyes were blank, and he jumped up, shovel raised high, and rushed straight to the back of Wang Ye's head.

Wang Ye turned around and pointed his sword, "Remove the blinding incense!"

In an instant, Feng Baobao's eyesight recovered.

The shovel hit the ground with a loud bang, and the wooden handle broke.

Wang Ye sat down on the ground and yelled, "Big sister, can't you think of anything else besides burying someone?!"

"Look where this is?!"

Feng Baobao came to his senses, looked around, and was suddenly speechless.

Not just her, the whole place was silent.

Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes and was at a loss for a moment.

It's over, the secret is out.

"Is this woman Feng Baobao?"

"No, she is Feng Baobao, who is in the same group as Zhang Chulan. She is an employee of Nadutong Company and one of the top eight." Canglong said, "By the way, I remember that on the day the competition started, she said that she came to help Zhang Chulan clear the obstacles."

"Oh my god, this is how you clear the obstacles?!"

"I gained some knowledge."

"The Ultimate Swordsman Zhang Chulan!"

"By the way, where's Shan Shitong? I remember he didn't show up in the scene with Zhang Chulan, could it be that he's also..."

For a moment, Shan Shitong in the audience became the focus.

"Shan Shitong, tell us about your experience and we will seek justice for you!"

"That's right, we must not let the sly ghost ruin the reputation of Tianshi Mansion!"

"Strongly request a thorough investigation of Zhang Chulan!"

Next to Shan Shitong, the green-haired boy who was eliminated by Zhang Chulan in the first round asked anxiously: "Shan Shitong, tell me quickly, did Zhang Chulan hire someone to beat you up that day?!"

"You think too much." Shan Shitong explained: "We finished the competition early that night, one-on-one, and I lost, so I didn't come to the competition the next day."

"How can it be?!"

The green-haired boy looked unconvinced.

On the field, Feng Baobao ran away as if nothing had happened. Wang Ye's face gradually became ferocious, staring at Zhang Chulan fiercely: "At first I thought she was just a crazy fan of Zhuge Qing, until I saw the clothes she was wearing, the same as you, that should be a uniform that can be worn everywhere."

"Okay...boy, you're really good at playing!"

(??Pan?)

Zhang Chulan: "..."

I wanted to defend myself, but I didn't know where to start. After all, the fault was his.

"Wang Ye, what happened just now?" the referee asked, "If there is something behind it, the Heavenly Master will do you justice."

Helpless, this is all I can say at this moment.

"It's okay... let's just compete like this..."

Wang Ye said, "Brother Fude, can you give me some steamed buns? I'm almost starving."

"Were you beaten silly?" The referee said, "If you don't want to pursue it, you can eat after the match."

"No, Senior Brother, there is no rule that we must fight during the Luotian Dajiao. Can I compete with Zhang Chulan to see who eats more steamed buns?"

At this time, the old Taoist priest said, "Fu De, don't waste time with this little guy. Give him some steamed buns. After he's full, let them fight quickly. There are so many people waiting."

"Yes, Heavenly Master."

Soon, the steamed buns were served.

Wang Ye sat on the ground, disregarding his image, and said to the Taoist priest who delivered the steamed buns: "My junior brother, please prepare another portion for Zhang Chulan."