The Wudang Junior Master

"I surrender!"

In the dormitory, Zhang Chulan was in tears and spoke to Xu San and the others.

"I'll just vote in tomorrow's game!"

Hearing this, Xu Si comforted him, "Don't worry, it's just a game, you won't die."

"Damn, this is possible!" Zhang Chulan jumped up and waved his right hand in the air.

"Didn't you see that huge slap that Taoist Zhang gave me? It was bigger than my face. If Taoist Zhang had hit me harder, I would have been finished!"

Xia He leaned against the door and sneered when she heard this: "Zhang Chulan, can you be more like a man? Our junior is not that scary."

"Sister, you're not afraid, but I'm different." Zhang Chulan sat down. "I'm going to compete with him tomorrow. To be honest, I've never seen such a fierce man since I was a child. My father beat me up without fear, but I really don't dare to fight with Taoist Zhang."

Xu San pushed up his glasses and said calmly, "Don't worry, Taoist Zhang won't kill you. He's not vying for the position of Heavenly Master, so it's probably just a formality."

The truth is this.

But it’s like taking the college entrance examination. You know that the test won’t kill you, but how can you not be nervous?

Zhang Chulan was much more nervous at this moment than when he took the college entrance examination.

Of course he understood that Zhang Wuling could not kill him.

But through the time they spent together and the games they had watched, Zhang Wuling's majestic image in his heart had become unbreakable.

Even though I know it's acting, the tension still exists.

It’s a bit like filming with Tyson. You know it’s acting and it’s fake, but when the boxing champion gets ready, how can you not be nervous?

At this moment, Zhang Chulan's heart began to beat fast when he thought about fighting Zhang Wuling tomorrow.

"Sister Baoer~" Zhang Chulan suddenly came close to Feng Baobao and said flatteringly, "You have a good relationship with Taoist Zhang. Why don't you tell him to be gentler tomorrow? I'm too weak to take a beating."

Feng Baobao took a bite of the ham and said calmly, "Zhang Chulan, you've grown up. You need to learn to face difficulties on your own. Don't worry, I'll bring flowers to see you tomorrow next year."

"What the hell are you doing with flowers...Sister Baoer, you've changed!" Zhang Chulan lay on the ground with lifeless eyes.

"Alright." Xia He couldn't bear to watch any longer and shook her head, saying, "I'll go ask my junior and see what he thinks."

Zhang Chulan jumped up from the ground, walked up to Xia He with a smile, and said, "Sister Xia He, I knew you were the best. Thank you so much. I'll treat you to dinner some other day."

Xia He looked at the speed at which Zhang Chulan's expression changed, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch twice.

This thing is really...

In the evening, at dinner time.

Zhang Wuling took a fruit basket to visit Zhang Lingyu, but in fact, Zhang Lingyu was fine.

In the end, Zhang Wuling ate the entire fruit basket by himself.

As for Zhang Lingyu, he was eating duck leg rice, and two duck legs at that.

Zhuge Qing and the others left in the afternoon. After all, the competition was basically over and there was no reason to stay.

As for tomorrow's match between Zhang Wuling and Zhang Chulan, to be honest, many people don't really care.

The gap between the two sides is too big to arouse any interest.

No one was interested in watching the subsequent succession of the Heavenly Master, nor did they dare to join in the fun.

Therefore, some people left one after another this afternoon.

The only people left were Lu Linglong and some others who really wanted to watch the game.

In the evening, Xia He found an opportunity and asked for Zhang Chulan.

After Zhang Wuling found out, he said, "This Zhang Chulan is really timid. I was very measured in my actions, so what is he afraid of?"

Xia He smiled and said, "Who allowed you to show off your power? Not to mention Zhang Chulan, many people probably don't dare to fight you now. It's normal for him to be afraid."

"He's afraid?" Zhang Wuling was speechless. "I'm the one who's afraid. I'm afraid that if I slap him to death, the old Taoist priest will chop me alive."

"So what do you think about tomorrow?" Xia He asked.

To be honest, not only Zhang Chulan, she was also curious about what Zhang Wuling would do tomorrow.

This is also the reason why Zhang Chulan was worried, because he really couldn't figure out what Zhang Wuling was thinking.

Zhang Wuling didn't hide it and said directly: "Go back and tell Zhang Chulan to take three of my palms tomorrow."

Xia He asked curiously, "Why three palms?"

"Because things never happen three times."

"......All right."

When Xia He brought the news back, Zhang Chulan felt both happy and worried.

The good news is that Zhang Wuling will not beat him to death.

What worries me is how to withstand the three slaps.

Finally, the clever Feng Baobao came up with an idea and said that there was absolutely no problem.

The next day.

The last match of the Luotian Grand Ceremony began. There were fewer people in the stands than yesterday, and the seats were not full.

In fact, everyone came here to watch the fun today and had their own guesses about the outcome of the game.

Therefore, although the enthusiasm was not as high as yesterday, the atmosphere was still relaxed.

Zhang Wuling walked to the middle of the venue and waited quietly for Zhang Chulan to appear.

He thought of many ways to end this game, but none of them seemed good.

After thinking about it, he finally decided to let Zhang Chulan and himself end the matter in a more normal and amicable way.

Fighting is definitely not allowed.

After all, it’s really boring to fight Zhang Chulan now, as his cultivation is a bit weaker.

If I don't fight, I can't follow Wang Ye and compete with Zhang Chulan in eating steamed buns, right?

That won’t work, Zhang Chulan definitely can’t beat him!

Therefore, Zhang Wuling came up with this idea, letting Zhang Chulan take three of his palms as a gesture.

It's decent and not too ugly.

As he was waiting, Zhang Wuling saw Zhang Chulan walking out from the opposite side.

He was about to speak, but when he saw Zhang Chulan wearing a big red cotton-padded jacket, his eyes widened.

"Huh..." Zhang Chulan came to the middle of the venue and wiped the sweat off his head. "Master Zhang, I'm sorry I'm a little late."

Zhang Wuling's eyes twitched. He pointed at the large, round cotton-padded jacket and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Chulan patted his "fat" body and said, "Sister Baoer said that this will allow me to carry a few more times."

"Uh, genius, you guys are really a bunch of clever little guys."

At this time, the people in the stands also noticed it, and many of them burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, what is this guy Zhang Chulan doing?"

"So funny! Are they going to sing a duet or perform a skit?"

"Well, he is worthy of being called No Bilian. Only he can do such a thing."

The referee couldn't stand it anymore. Zhang Chulan had difficulty moving in that outfit, so how could he play?

"Hey, Zhang Chulan, what are you doing?"

Zhang Wuling raised his hand, turned to the referee and said, "It's okay, let him compete like this."

Seeing Zhang Wuling speak, the referee hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, let the game begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, a palm wind suddenly attacked.

tear-

Before Zhang Chulan could react, the cotton jacket on his body was torn into pieces by the palm wind.

Pieces of cloth and cotton balls fell from the sky.

Zhang Chulan was naked, except for a pair of yellow duck shorts, and stood in the middle of the field in a daze.

For a moment, the air fell into a kind of silence.