One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

"Old Celestial Master, don't look at me like that. I'm just trying to help you out, and of course, I'm helping myself out too..."

"I've met Jiang Bailan and know him well. That guy's matches are incredibly fierce, so please be lenient and don't put me in the same category as him."

Wang Ye scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. He wasn't really afraid of fighting Jiang Bailan; he just didn't want to cause trouble for himself. He preferred a quiet and uneventful life to fighting with others.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to do the absurd thing of using the Eight Extraordinary Techniques as a fan after going mad.

However, his quiet and inactive nature is only part of Wang Ye's personality. Beyond that, he also has a heart that is busy for the sake of all living beings. Whenever he encounters something that may cause major changes in the world, he always gets involved without considering the consequences.

Just like this Luo Tian Grand Ritual.

If the Heavenly Master's tribulation was meant for Jiang Bailan, even if the leader of the Zhengyi sect didn't deliberately arrange it, Wang Ye would have taken the initiative to come to Jiang Bailan's door and make demands.

"Alright, Xiao Wang, when your master Yunlong came to Longhu Mountain to stay for a while, he often mentioned his disciples. But when he mentioned you, he would always shake his head, sigh, and grimace..."

"I didn't expect that you would be the smartest one. But I really don't want to give it a try... I've seen Jiang Bailan's strength, and I think you are qualified to fight him in this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

"Old Master, don't joke around. What level is this kid at? How could he possibly be a match for Jiang Bailan?"

"Really? How about... I, the old man, give you a try?"

"This... okay..."

Before the old master could react, Wang Ye's expression changed, and he swung a chop at the old master. Unfortunately, the old man was still the most cunning, and the sneak attack failed. Instead, he was pushed out the door.

"Little Wang, you really have the heart to ambush an old man like me who is over 100 years old."

Outside the courtyard, Lao Tian, ​​dressed in a white undergarment, stood with his hands behind his back, tilting his head and looking down at Wang Ye, who was half-squatting on the ground. His powerful aura was fully displayed.

Is this the power of the Celestial Master of the Zhengyi Celestial Master's Mansion, the current Celestial Master?

Wang Ye felt that his pride and joy in strength were nothing compared to the opponent's.

"Then... let's begin."

After saying that, the old master changed his palm into a claw and quickly grabbed at Wang Ye's neck.

Can't avoid it!

A sense of danger welled up inside him, and Wang Ye stopped pretending. He put his hands together in front of his mouth, forming a sword-like gesture, and hurriedly whispered, "Chaotic Golden Clapper!"

It immediately rolled several times and hid to the side.

Even after using the Chaotic Golden Tuo just once, Wang felt as if he had just engaged in a vigorous workout. He seemed to have almost exhausted all his energy, with fine beads of sweat constantly seeping from his forehead and him panting heavily.

Old Celestial Master: "???"

Glancing at Wang Ye who had appeared to the side, the old master looked at his own bent dragon claws and felt a little strange.

Just a moment ago, he felt as if he had been banished, momentarily disconnected from his surroundings...

"Is it magic?" the old celestial master murmured, glancing at Wang Ye again, convinced that this kid definitely had more than just Yunlong as a master...

"Hey, I really am. I already said I wouldn't ask anymore. Since you don't want to fight Jiang Bailan, I won't make things difficult for you. Go back and rest early!"

After watching the old master return to his room, Wang Ye finally relaxed and sat down on the ground to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The strength of the Celestial Master of the Zhengyi Celestial Master's Mansion far exceeded his expectations...

The moment his opponent made that move, he truly felt like he was about to die on the spot...

-

"Hey! Jiang Bailan, want to come over and join us?"

Jiang Bailan, who was leaning against the same big tree as Feng Baobao and sucking on a Red Star steamed bun with his eyes closed, suddenly heard a voice. When he looked up, he found that it was his first victim, Zhuge Qing.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Zhang Lingyu and Jia Zhengliang were also looking at him.

The difference was that Zhang Lingyu glanced at it twice and then turned her head away, while Jia Zhengliang looked furious. Clearly, he was extremely annoyed at losing his prized red-haired dog.

"Row!"

Jiang Bailan did not refuse. As the saying goes, it is better to resolve conflicts than to create them. It is a good thing to reduce a few troubles.

"Sister Bao'er, come on over too!"

Seeing the other person sitting alone on the side, Jiang Bailan called out to them as well.

"I?"

"come!"

"Ah."

As soon as the two sat down, Jia Zhengliang picked up the beer next to him, ready to pour the beer down his throat, thinking to himself, "I can't beat you in a fight, but I can outdrink you."

But when they saw the "Red Star Erwotou" small drinks in the hands of the two people, they reluctantly withdrew their outstretched hands.

Mom!

Drinking white wine like it's water, I can't win this game, I'm outta here.

He couldn't beat him in a fight, and drinking didn't seem to suit him either. After holding back for a long time, Jia Zhengliang could only utter a harsh threat: "Jiang Bailan, you wait, I'll defeat you sooner or later."

Jiang Bailan smiled lightly, not taking the other party's words to heart. If Jia Zhengliang wanted to defeat her, he estimated that even if he trained for another hundred years, it would be difficult.

Despite this, Jiang Bailan still thought Jia Zhengliang was a remarkable person.

Having been tricked and sold out, and even having her genitals shaved, she was still able to remain calm in the face of the culprit, which shows her great magnanimity.

"Want to have a drink together?"

Jiang Bailan was the first to raise his wine bottle. The others hesitated for a moment, but then raised theirs as well. Even Ayu Zhenren, who never gave Jiang Bailan any face, surprisingly did not refuse.

After a few bottles of beer, everyone, who was just over 20 years old, quickly became acquainted.

With a slightly flushed face, Zhuge Qing approached Jiang Bailan and asked, "Old Jiang, to be honest, did you use your full strength when you dealt with me?"

It's no wonder Zhuge Qing asked that question. After watching Jiang Bailan and Jia Zhengliang's match, he felt that the opponent might be throwing the game, or even throwing it in the Pacific Ocean.

In order not to dampen their confidence, Jiang Bailan thought for a while and said, "We're just a little short of the limit."

"Just a little bit more?"

"Really?"

Zhuge Qing and Jia Zhengliang were somewhat skeptical.

Jiang Bailan patted her chest and assured them, "I'm lying to you, Xu Sisheng's son has no anus."

"yawn!"

Xu Si, who was confronting Wang Ergou in the distance, suddenly sneezed.

Seeing that the other party said this, the two felt that something was not right, but in the end they did not press the matter further.

Jiang Bailan was unaware of just how much psychological trauma her performance in the two matches had left on her opponent.

Zhuge Qing, in particular, was instantly killed in the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia, which caused him to develop severe self-doubt.

Just as Jiang Bailan was enjoying the peaceful atmosphere without any fighting, Zhang Chulan, who was already quite drunk, climbed onto a large rock with his face flushed red.

He held up his phone with his right hand, playing "Outcast Disco," while his left hand reached for his waistband. He shouted, "Keep the music playing, keep dancing, everyone get hyped!"

"Since you all want to see my Kun Kun so much, then I'll show you today!"

"Come out, my Kun Kun!!"

As Zhang Chulan swayed his hips, a short stick adorned with intricate, classical, and mysterious patterns came into view...