One person: Second-hand summer grass helps me practice

Just when Qin Shiyue was thinking about how to deal with these Shaolin lackeys.

Feng Baobao's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

"I'm not here to be the Heavenly Master. He is here to be the Heavenly Master. I am responsible for getting rid of all those who get in the way."

Wen has no first, Wu has no second.

Most of the strangers present were in high spirits, and Feng Baobao's words immediately caused everyone to laugh at them.

Even some people who don't care about reputation couldn't help but look at Zhang Chulan who was beside Feng Baobao.

In an instant, Zhang Chulan broke out in a cold sweat.

In his eyes, everyone around him seemed to have turned into hungry wolves, ready to devour him at any time.

Zhang Chulan jumped up like a cat with its fur standing on end, and quickly covered Feng Baobao's mouth, responding to the malicious looks around him with an apologetic and flattering smile.

But that smile was as stiff as it could be. The cold sweat seeping out of his body soaked through his clothes in an instant.

Suddenly, Zhang Chulan shuddered all over, as if he sensed something more dangerous, and looked back.

As a result, he met Qin Shiyue's malicious gaze.

Zhang Chulan suddenly felt a little confused. He couldn't understand when he had offended this monk and why he looked at him like that.

They were all fine before, and were quite polite to each other. Could it be that he was also ridiculed by Sister Baoer? No, he didn't want to be that kind of person.

At this time, the noisy scene quieted down, and everyone's attention shifted to the high platform in front of them.

I saw several big guys walking up to the stage.

The old Heavenly Master, his junior fellow apprentice Tian Jinzhong, the president of the Tianxia Association Feng Zhenghao, Wang Ai from the Wang family, and Lu Ci, the mad dog from the Lu family.

Apart from Tian Jinzhong, the rest are real big shots. Not only are they powerful themselves, but their power is also among the best in the world of extraordinary people.

Suddenly Qin Shiyue noticed a malicious look.

Following the direction of his perception, he saw a dark light flashing in Wang Ai's small eyes.

What the hell?

How could Wang Ai have any ill will towards him? He had never dealt with the Wang family.

Could it be that his master, Master Jiekong, had a conflict with the Wang family? That shouldn't be the case. If that was the case, Master Jiekong would definitely have informed him in advance.

Or is it that the Wang family has established contact with Shaolin?

Qin Shiyue was puzzled, but soon he put these questions behind him.

He has one good point, which is that he never gets stuck in a rut and will not think about things if he can't figure them out.

Anyway, he is not afraid of anyone else on Longhu Mountain except the old Taoist priest. The worst that can happen is that he can just deal with it as he pleases.

After the old Taoist priest presided over the opening ceremony of the Luotian Grand Ceremony, everyone began to draw lots.

Qin Shiyue drew Bing Suzaku, while Zhang Chulan drew Yi Baihu.

The two arenas are very different. If Qin Shiyue wants to compete against Zhang Chulan, she will probably have to wait until the semi-finals or finals.

The old Taoist's arrangement was really appropriate. If you say there is no problem with the box for drawing brands, even a fool would not believe it.

Look at the people in Zhang Chulan’s track. Except for Tang Wenlong who has some ability, the rest are not worth mentioning!

Because Qin Shi Yue’s order is relatively late.

So he didn't just sit there and wait, but wandered around the stadiums and watched other people's games.

Soon Zhang Chulan's game began.

As expected, this kid still faced the poor blue-haired guy.

Looking at the clear stupidity in the blue-haired boy's eyes when he was fooled by Zhang Chulan.

Qin Shiyue felt that it was not unfair at all that this kid was cheated by Zhang Chulan.

Putting aside the fact that Zhang Chulan's strength is far higher than Lanmao's, even if Zhang Chulan's strength is not as good as Lanmao's, the result will not change.

The gap between the two people's lives is too big. Lanmao is obviously a flower in a greenhouse, unaware of the dangers of the world. Compared with Zhang Chulan, a guy who has been surviving in the cracks and growing up wildly since childhood, he is far behind in both character and knowledge.

Lanmao was fooled by Zhang Chulan and almost exhausted his Qi fighting with the other two contestants. Then he was fooled into meditating without any precautions to begin recovering the Qi consumed in his body.

"Referee! Is it a foul if I hit you now?"

Zhang Chulan pointed at Lanmao who was using his Qi to recover.

"No foul, but I want to smack you now!"

The referee's face suddenly darkened when he saw Zhang Chulan, who was shameless but also a little excited.

However, Zhang Chulan is too thick-skinned to care about these things.

He simply covered the blue-haired man's head with the torn cloak, and then began to beat him inhumanely.

In this way, Zhang Chulan passed the preliminary round almost without any bloodshed.

Zhang Chulan's outrageous behavior directly aroused public anger.

The audience shouted "No Rock Bilian!" Mineral water bottles and other things flew everywhere.

What Zhang Chulan did was not as simple as it seemed. It could be said that there was a deeper meaning behind it. His actions were so impressive just to hide and maintain his strength.

What's more important is to change the world's view of him, so that everyone's attention will be diverted away from his identity as the successor of the origin of Qi body.

I have to say that although Zhang Chulan's operation is a bit fancy, the effect is really good.

According to the development of the original plot, by the time this kid reaches the final, basically no one will mention Zhang Chulan's identity as the inheritor of the Qi Body Origin.

Faced with the audience's anger, Zhang Chulan lit a cigarette with an indifferent look on his face, looking relaxed and contented.

Seeing this scene, not to mention the audience, even Qin Shiyue, who knew this, felt his fist inexplicably hardened.

This guy is really a jerk! He really deserves a beating.

Suddenly, Qin Shiyue's mind moved. What a good opportunity! If I take action now, there shouldn't be any problems!

The old Taoist priest couldn't say anything. After all, Zhang Chulan really deserved a beating, and he was definitely not the only one who wanted to take action.

"Amitabha! Donor Zhang is really going too far. I just can't stand it any longer!"

Qin Shiyue suddenly chanted a Buddhist name! He shouted loudly with righteous words.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Shiyue jumped off the stage, performed the "Crossing the River with a Reed" technique, turned into a trailing shadow, and rushed towards Zhang Chulan, who was still holding a cigarette in his mouth and pretending to be cool to attract hatred.

"What the hell! Monk Baozheng! What are you doing?!"

Zhang Chulan screamed in fright.

But his reaction was still very quick, and he immediately used a bit of thunder magic to increase his speed. He rolled over and dodged Qin Shiyue's attack awkwardly.

Qin Shiyue acted so quickly that no one except Zhang Chulan, the person involved, could react.

However, the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain who served as the referee also reacted when Zhang Chulan dodged, and quickly rushed down from the referee's stand and stood in front of Zhang Chulan.

"Master Baozheng, please don't break the rules!"

The referee looked at Qin Shiyue vigilantly and warned him.

After the referee left the field, the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain who were there to maintain order also gathered around.

Seeing this, Qin Shiyue knew that she could not take the opportunity to retaliate now. If she wanted to deal with Zhang Chulan, she would have to wait a few days.

While secretly sighing in his heart, he still looked apologetic: "Amitabha, I was rude."

"Master Baozheng, don't mind. If it weren't for my duty, I might have made the same choice as you."

Seeing that Qin Shiyue had no intention of attacking again, the referee secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then glanced at Zhang Chulan with a common hatred for the enemy.

Zhang Chulan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, noticed the referee's gaze and suddenly felt his anus tighten. He quickly used his skills to leave the arena.

At the same time, he secretly decided that he had to be more restrained from now on, otherwise his life would be in danger! Is he really that hateful? Even the monks couldn't stand it?