Under One Person: Twelve Talismans Beat Up Zhang Chulan

The next day.

Today's final is a three-person melee. The winner will become the 66th Heavenly Master and obtain the Tongtian Lu, one of the Eight Great Skills.

Early in the morning, Zhang Zhiwei called over Zhang Lingyu and Zhang Lingfeng, who looked sleepy.

"Lingyu, Lingfeng, come and have breakfast with me."

At this time, there were pickles and three bowls of white porridge on the table.

Of course, Zhang Zhiwei had drugged the porridge in Zhang Lingyu and Zhang Lingfeng's bowls.

Because he knew that Zhang Lingfeng knew some tricks of treatment, he put a larger dose in his bowl.

The two of them naturally didn't know that their good master had secretly drugged them, and they just sat opposite each other drinking porridge and eating pickles.

At this time, Zhang Lingfeng was drinking porridge in big gulps and chewing pickles without restraint.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Lingfeng who was about to finish all the porridge, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently rose slightly.

I thought to myself that it's time for you, little bastard, to suffer a little. Your cultivation path has been too smooth, and it would have to be without some setbacks.

Seeing his natural way of eating, regardless of whether it was raw or cold, Zhang Zhiwei chuckled.

"Ling Feng, I don't have any instructions for you. After all, many people have mentioned your previous matches to me, and there are many commendable aspects."

"I believe you will also perform well in the finals. Just play your best."

Zhang Lingfeng chuckled at this, then stood up and poured himself a bowl of porridge and continued drinking it.

"Master, don't worry. I'm just playing around in this finals. You know I'm not interested in your position as a Heavenly Master."

"This position should be given to my senior brother. I just need to beat that bastard Zhang Chulan down."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and shook his head when he heard this, secretly laughing in his heart that after eating so much of the Jianjie Powder I prepared for you, you little bastard might not have the strength to circulate the Qi in your body.

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Lingyu who was drinking porridge carefully beside him.

"Lingyu, you've been unable to let go since you were little. You'll be nothing but a piece of wood when you grow up. How can this work?"

"Look at your junior brother Ling Feng."

When Zhang Lingfeng heard this, the corners of his mouth gradually rose. He thought that his master was going to praise him, but who would have thought that the old man would change the subject.

"I never had good table manners when I was little, and I still eat like that even when I grow up."

Zhang Lingfeng protested against this.

"So what? I just follow the natural way and do what I want."

Zhang Zhiwei curled his lips and continued to look at Zhang Lingyu who had put down the bowl.

"Lingyu, can you please change your behavior and relax a little?"

"There are only three of us in this room, we are not outsiders. I have raised you and Ling Feng since you were young, so I wonder why your personalities are so different."

It was not until Zhang Lingyu carefully picked up the bowl and continued to eat the porridge that Zhang Zhiwei spoke.

"I don't have much to say to your junior brother, but as for you, I really need to give you a few words of advice."

"You should learn more from your junior brother. Except for not learning his shameless attitude, can you learn a little bit from him in other aspects?"

"In the competition later, I have only one request. Use all your strength and beat up that grandson of the big-eared thief!"

Hearing this, Zhang Lingyu smiled bitterly and nodded.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Zhiwei shook his head with a look of disappointment.

Isn’t this Zhang Lingyu a little too obedient?

But when he saw Zhang Lingfeng finished his porridge and asked him if he had anything else to eat, Zhang Zhiwei sighed helplessly.

This Zhang Lingfeng is not like his senior brother, but he is also at the other extreme.

The old Taoist priest curled his lips and pushed his untouched bowl of porridge forward.

"No, who knew you could eat so much? If you want to eat, eat your teacher's food."

Zhang Zhiwei was just being polite and testing Zhang Lingfeng.

Who would have thought that this person would care about you so much? If you say you can eat it, he will really eat it.

He just drank Zhang Zhiwei's porridge without saying a word and smiled. Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei was so angry that he laughed.

He is indeed a careless little bastard, hahahaha!

After breakfast, Zhang Zhiwei escorted the two out of the house, only to see Rong Shan and a group of Tianshi Mansion disciples outside.

"Lingyu, Lingfeng."

"Meetings, Uncle Lingyu and Uncle Lingfeng."

At this time, the disciples of Tianshi Mansion were shouting slogans in unison, calling for the overthrow of Zhang Chulan, the unyielding Bilian.

Rongshan also pulled them both over.

"Listen carefully, both of you. You must not let that Bilian win. Otherwise, if this gets out, the reputation of the Tianshi Mansion will be ruined."

"A great master of his generation, I can't afford to lose face if I don't shake Bilian. I will go down the mountain when the time comes."

Zhang Lingfeng chuckled.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother. I'm here. I'll knock that bastard down first. I'll see how he'll jump around then!"

"The position of Tianshi Mansion can only belong to our own people!"

...............

At this time, the audience seats for the final were packed, and almost everyone was looking forward to this three-way battle.

Originally, Lu Linglong and others also wanted to come and watch the game, but they now have a more important task, which is to guard the mountain.

After all, today is the finals day, and those Quan Xing monsters who sneaked in are very likely to cause trouble today.

Lu Linglong looked at Zhi Jinhua beside her.

"Hua'er, do you think Ling Feng should have no problem in the final?"

Zhijinhua fell silent, which was unusual for her.

"It's hard to say."

"Ah? Ling Feng is so strong that he can't win?"

Zhi Jinhua shook her head at this.

"Based on strength, your Ling Feng is undoubtedly the strongest among these three, but..."

"It's just that Zhang Chulan, don't you think he's been too successful? He was the one who won the most easily out of all the competitions."

"I always feel as if there is an invisible hand pushing him forward."

Hearing this, Lu Linglong frowned slightly.

"But I still believe in Ling Feng. I bet my entire fortune on him winning."

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As the referee announced the contestants to enter, Zhang Lingfeng and Zhang Lingyu slowly walked in.

When Zhang Lingfeng saw Zhang Chulan who had arrived earlier, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Wow, you're here early."

Zhang Chulan smiled slightly at this.

"The early bird catches the worm. I just came here because I had nothing else to do."

However, Zhang Lingfeng just laughed after hearing this.

"Whatever, I'll eliminate you first anyway."

With the referee's command, the final officially began.

"The Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the root of all energy, cultivate extensively for ten thousand calamities to prove my supernatural powers."

"Inside and outside the Three Realms, only the Tao reigns supreme. There is golden light covering my body!"

As the three people recited the Golden Light Mantra in unison, their bodies were all covered by the Golden Light Mantra.

Zhang Chulan knew the importance of his junior uncle Zhang Lingfeng, but just when he was still thinking about whether to use thunder magic, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was Zhang Lingfeng with a smile on his face.

"Zhang Chulan, what are you daydreaming about?"

As he spoke, Zhang Lingfeng's fist hit his golden light spell heavily. The moment the fist touched the opponent's fist, Zhang Chulan's golden light spell was broken by Zhang Lingfeng.

"This is what happens when you let your mind wander!"