The Wudang Junior Master

After a day of competition, the top eight contestants were finally determined.

They are Zhang Wuling, Zhang Lingyu, Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Wang Ye, Sima Andao, Feng Xingtong and the two lucky ones Ling.

Therefore, after the competition, we need to choose our opponent for tomorrow's game.

Eight to four, then four to two, and finally the finals.

In the venue, everyone was waiting for the results of the draw. Feng Xingtong came over and said, "Master Zhang, Feng Baobao, everyone has successfully advanced. Congratulations!"

Zhang Wuling smiled and said, "Master Feng, you're not bad either. Maybe we'll meet soon."

However, Feng Xingtong smiled bitterly and said, "Come on, I'm already very satisfied to have made it this far. In the next match, I have some confidence except for that Zero, but the others... I can't beat anyone."

In this competition, Feng Xingtong was lucky enough not to encounter Wang Bing, because this guy was killed by Zhang Lingyu in the early stage.

Well...if Zhang Lingyu wasn't the disciple of the old master, he would probably have had a feud with the Wang family.

He was hit twice in the face. If it were an ordinary person, Wang Ai would not be so easy to deal with.

But, since I am the disciple of the old master, Wang Ai said that I am still very kind and reasonable.

Hearing Feng Xingtong's words, Zhang Chulan comforted him, "It's okay, I'm still here. I'm weak too!"

"Come on, I won't fight with you." Feng Xingtong said speechlessly.

The Feng family came to show their support this time, not to disrupt the party. Moreover, father Feng Zhenghao had already told his children to stop when enough was enough.

The meaning is very clear. If Feng Xingtong really meets Zhang Chulan, he will immediately admit defeat.

After all, what's the point of not admitting defeat? Even if he defeats Zhang Chulan, can he defeat the remaining monsters?

The two Zhang Wangma and the four gods, and below them are the so-called geniuses.

To be honest, the game is at its most exciting at this point, and everyone is looking forward to it the most.

After all, Zhang Wuling and the others had staggered their paths before and hadn't been able to fight each other, but at this point, the four of them had to fight no matter what.

Feng Xingtong also figured it out. If he met Zhang Chulan, he would just surrender and watch the "battle of gods".

Everyone chatted while waiting for the results.

Fortunately, there were only a few of us, and after a short wait, the match schedule for tomorrow was displayed on the big screen outside the venue.

Everyone focused their attention, and soon there was an exclamation.

The battle table only reads—

Feng Xingtong VS Ling.

Zhang Chulan VS Feng Baobao.

Wang Ye VS Zhang Lingyu.

Zhang Wuling VS Sima Andao.

The reason many people exclaimed was that they didn't expect that the four most powerful people would actually face off tomorrow.

As for the two games between Feng Xingtong and Zhang Chulan, basically no one cared about them. Everyone was discussing going to watch the other two games tomorrow and was hesitating about which one to watch.

Nowadays, neither Feng Xingtong's soul-binding and general-dispatching method nor Zhang Chulan's 'Qi Body Origin' can attract people's attention.

The competition between the four geniuses of Taoism is more interesting than watching the eight strange skills.

Even Quan Xing and some people who are hiding from certain forces think so.

Although they each have their own goals, they also don't want to miss the competition between Zhang Wuling and the other three tomorrow.

As for the Eight Great Techniques...let's put them aside for now.

When Zhang Wuling saw his opponent, the smile on his face was harder to suppress than AK.

Just when I wanted to experience the Shenxiao Sect's thunder magic, my wish came true. Could it be that the old Taoist priest can read minds?

I was searching for Sima Andao in the crowd, and happened to see him looking at me.

When their eyes met, Sima Andao nodded slightly as a greeting.

Zhang Wuling walked over confidently, saying with a smile, "Brother Sima, in tomorrow's match, please don't show any mercy!"

Sima Andao also said: "Of course, I also hope to witness the mystery of Wudang Tai Chi."

"No problem." Zhang Wuling nodded, "But how about we make a bet?"

"What bet?"

"Whoever loses will treat me to a meal, how about that?" Zhang Wuling said with a smile.

Sima Andao glanced at the guy and agreed: "Okay."

"Then it's a deal!"

On the other side, Zhuge Qing was holding a big chicken leg, and his younger brother Zhuge Bai was holding a small chicken leg. The two of them were chewing while looking at the battle table.

"Wang Ye, your opponent tomorrow is Zhang Lingyu. How about it? Are you confident you can win?"

"Win?" Wang Ye took a bite of the duck leg, chewed it, and said calmly, "I can't win at all. Besides, winning doesn't mean anything."

"Oh? Are you planning to give up?" Zhuge Qing asked curiously.

Wang Ye's mouth twitched. "I definitely can't admit defeat. If I dare to admit defeat in front of Zhang Lingyu, Junior Master will definitely break my legs."

Zhuge Qing immediately smiled and said, "Well, I'll have to take a good look tomorrow."

"Don't." Wang Ye said, "Go watch my junior uncle's competition. It's bound to be exciting tomorrow."

"Hmm..." Zhuge Qing thought for a moment, "It's really hard to choose."

"Xiaobai, which show do you want to watch tomorrow?"

Zhuge Bai chewed the chicken and swallowed it before saying, "I want to see Master Wang's performance."

Wang Ye stared at Zhuge Bai and said helplessly, "Xiaobai, don't lead your brother astray. This game of mine is meaningless."

"But I still want to see it."

"Hey~ you kid."

Seeing this, Zhuge Qing smiled and said, "Then it seems that we should watch you and Zhang Lingyu's match tomorrow. You must fight well tomorrow."

"Go to hell, you have no good intentions!"

The crowd dispersed one after another, preparing to have a good rest and watch tomorrow's game.

At night, after dinner, everyone rested.

Zhang Wuling left the room alone, went to the woods outside the house, and turned on his mobile phone.

"Hey, Master."

"Everything went according to plan, and Wang Ye has already demonstrated Feng Hou Qi Men."

"Anyone worth noting... Chen Jinkui from the Shuzi Sect, and Wang Ai, one of the Ten Masters, also seem to be interested."

"As for the others, they haven't revealed their true colors yet."

"Don't worry, I'm here. If anyone dares to show their head, I'll tear it off and kick it like a ball."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll take care of it."

After mumbling a few words, Zhang Wuling hung up the phone and looked at the frosty stars in the sky.

After the competition tomorrow, the final should be the day after tomorrow.

From the arrangements made by the old Taoist priest, we can roughly infer that he will most likely have to fight Sima Andao and Zhang Lingyu in two consecutive matches tomorrow.

As for the match between Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, there is basically no need to worry about the outcome.

Feng Xingtong and Ling, one is from the Feng family and the other is from Mr. Lu's side.

Anyone from either side who faces Zhang Chulan will most likely surrender directly.

As for him, he only needs to kill Sima Andao and Zhang Lingyu, and he will be in a safe position in the finals.

But, when it really comes to the finals, how can he "lose" to Zhang Chulan?

You can't just act out a clumsy scene like Feng Baobao, right?

Tsk, this is such a headache. It's easy to make him win, but making him lose...

Even if it's acting, or something, he's not good at it!

Zhang Wuling felt that he had to think carefully about how to perform the last scene.

Huh?and many more.

Speaking of acting, shouldn't Zhuge Qing be quite good at it?