The Wudang Junior Master

The scene was silent, with only the sound of falling smoke.

Everyone was looking forward to it, although they knew that Zhang Wuling would most likely not kill them.

But the noise just now was so loud that it looked painful. No one could say whether Zhang Chulan could stand up again after being hit.

"This..." Tian Jinzhong was dumbfounded. "Brother, Wuling, that kid, was he too harsh?"

If he hadn't known Zhang Wuling, he would have doubted whether Zhang Chulan could survive this time.

The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "Junior brother, don't worry. Wuling is a sensible guy. You should also have confidence in Chu Lan. After all, he is Huaiyi's grandson."

The dust gradually dissipated, revealing a pile of rocks in the corner, with Zhang Chulan's figure buried in them.

"Damn, he's not going to be beaten to death, is he?"

"That can't be possible. The old Taoist priest is still here, and the two of them don't have any grudges against each other. They won't fight to the death."

"Zhang Chulan isn't moving, has he fainted?"

Everyone was whispering to each other, wondering if their previous guess was wrong.

Could it be that Zhang Wuling really wants to become the successor of the Heavenly Master?

That would be the greatest fun in the world!

At this time, the most difficult thing is the referee.

After all, in the current situation, he didn't know whether he should declare Zhang Wuling the winner.

Zhang Wuling put down his hand and looked quietly at the corner of the wall.

Time passed minute by minute, and just when the referee was about to speak, he could no longer bear it.

Wow...

The pile of rubble, which had been motionless until now, was arched up, and small stones fell one by one, attracting everyone's attention.

Zhang Chulan supported himself on the ground with his hands, his body in a mess, with a clear bloodstain on his face.

He trembled and tried to get up from the ground, but it seemed extremely difficult at this moment.

Once...twice...

Zhang Chulan curled up his body, knelt on the ground, and finally used all four limbs to push his body up.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Chulan trembled and finally stood up from the ground.

"Hehe...Hehe, Taoist Priest, three palms...I caught them."

Zhang Chulan grinned. At this moment, he felt weak all over. If he hadn't gritted his teeth and held on, he would have wanted to lie down immediately.

Zhang Wuling also smiled upon seeing this. He slowly walked up to Zhang Chulan, extended his hand, and said, "Very good. Although your strength is a little lacking for the time being, your will is good. That's enough."

Zhang Chulan extended his hand and shook it, smiling, "Not bad, right?"

Zhang Wuling smiled, released his hand, turned around and walked off the court, raising his hand and saying, "Referee, I forfeit this match."

Seeing that the matter finally had a clear result, the referee was completely relieved.

"Zhang Chulan wins this match!"

As soon as the words fell, applause broke out in the arena.

At this moment, no one is stingy.

Perhaps many people looked down on Zhang Chulan before, but after this battle, everyone's impression of him has changed.

Not to mention anything else, the fact that Zhang Chulan dared to stand on the court and fight Zhang Wuling is enough to make people admire him.

After watching the whole game, everyone knows that Zhang Chulan is not a person without strength.

Although I don’t quite understand why so much effort was made before, it doesn’t matter now.

Because Zhang Chulan has proved himself through this game. Maybe he is not strong enough, but he is definitely not a mediocre person.

And at the last moment, everyone was worried that Zhang Chulan would be beaten to death, but this guy was like a cockroach and was able to stand up. It's really admirable.

After all, that was a slap from Zhang Wuling, and it seemed to be quite powerful, even breaking the wall.

If it were them, they would probably faint on the spot, let alone stand up again.

As for the ranking in the competition, no one cares about it at all.

After all, this is just a conference at the Tianshi Mansion, not a world martial arts conference.

It’s the kind of thing where participation is the most important thing, of course, people with ulterior motives don’t count.

Even if Zhang Chulan won first place, no one would really regard him as the best of the younger generation.

And Zhang Wuling came in second, who would dare to really regard him as second?

Not to mention Zhang Wuling, even Zhang Lingyu and Wang Ye, everyone actually knew what was going on.

Remember, a top student may strive for first place, but the best thing about a genius student is controlling scores.

After hearing the referee's voice, Zhang Chulan could no longer bear it, his eyes turned black and he fell down.

Before I passed out, there was only one thought in my mind -

Taoist Zhang is so cruel!

.......

The meeting ended and everyone dispersed.

Everyone went back home to look for their mothers, and Longhu Mountain gradually returned to peace.

However, it is foreseeable that what happened at this conference will cause some waves in the circle.

After all, many young geniuses have emerged in this conference.

After everyone goes back, they will definitely discuss this conference, and those who should work hard will work hard, and those who should be famous will become famous.

At this time, Wang Ye, one of the geniuses that people talked about, was answering a phone call.

"Is that so? I am an unfilial disciple..."

After putting down his phone and hanging up the call, Wang Ye was about to return to the dormitory to pack his things when a familiar voice sounded beside him.

"Oh, it's Xiao Wang too. Whose call are you answering?"

Wang Ye turned his head speechlessly, only to see someone leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face.

"Uncle Junior Master, eavesdropping on other people's conversations is a bad habit."

Zhang Wuling's eyes widened, and he said seriously, "What do you mean by eavesdropping? I was doing this openly, but you just didn't notice."

Wang also knew that he would most likely not be able to win an argument with this junior master.

If I pull it off...

Well, then I'm afraid I'll be strangled and taught a lesson soon.

"It's a call from the Grand Tutor." Wang told the truth.

Zhang Wuling came over and asked, "Master? What did he say to you?"

Wang Ye said helplessly, "What else can I say? Asking me if I exposed Feng Hou Qi Men, and then telling me not to return to Wudang. Well, I was just kicked out of the mountain gate."

After listening to this, Zhang Wuling looked Wang Ye up and down, looking left and right.

Finally, Wang Ye was a little scared by what he saw and couldn't help but say, "Little Master, if you have something to say, please say it. Stop staring at me like that."

"Tsk." Zhang Wuling frowned and said, "Your reaction is wrong!"

"Huh?" Wang was also stunned. "What's wrong with the reaction?"

Zhang Wuling asked, "You've been kicked out of the mountain by the master, so why are you so calm?"

After saying this, Zhang Wuling grabbed his clothes at his chest, pretending to be heartbroken, and roared, "You should kneel down on the ground in agony and loudly question your master, question the heavens - why did the master treat me like this!"

"You should be sad, miserable, and look abandoned!"

Zhang Wuling rushed over to Wang Ye and pointed at him, "Anyway, you shouldn't be so calm!"

"......." Wang didn't know what to say and was completely speechless.

He had guessed it all. His master must have some purpose, and he was not surprised by the result. How could he act like his junior uncle said?

However, judging by the attitude of his junior master, Wang confirmed his guess.

It's hard to say anything else, but if I were really kicked out of the sect, I'm afraid this "self-performing" junior uncle in front of me would be the first to stand up and disagree.

Now that the other party can still joke with me, it is obvious that being "driven out" is only temporary.

Since he can go back in the future, why should he be sad?