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

The next day.

The Longhushan Luotian Grand Ritual Venue.

As the competition entered the semi-finals, the Celestial Master's Mansion canceled the multi-venue simultaneous competition format and concentrated all the matches in one venue.

Because of this, even though there was still a lot of time before the competition started, the stands were already packed, and even the surrounding walls were filled with Jiang Bailan's fans.

If Jiang Bailan, the "Bare-Legged Warrior," is wild enough in his matches, then his fans are just as wild.

Faced with questions from other viewers, Jiang Bailan's fans, for their own safety, preferred to squat on the wall and endure the ridicule from other viewers.

Being ridiculed is better than dying on the spot at any time.

Jiang Bailan's fans said, "Baby is suffering inside, but she doesn't say it..."

At this moment, Zhang Chulan, who had just washed his face with water, had arrived at the arena. He was in a panic after waiting all night without receiving any news from Feng Baobao!

Based on Wang Ye's current strength, even if he goes all out, he is very likely no match for him.

Zhang Chulan took out his phone and checked WeChat. He was just like those people who "always feel like someone is sending them messages," glancing at it every now and then, even though no one was actually sending him any messages.

"Where did Bao'er go? We haven't heard from her yet, it's driving me crazy..."

Putting his phone away, Zhang Chulan looked at Xu Si beside him and asked, "Fourth Brother, why hasn't Sister Bao'er arrived yet?"

Why hasn't the baby arrived yet?

Thinking of the scene yesterday when the baby asked him for a stun gun, Xu Si's lips twitched. Not to mention why the baby hadn't arrived yet, he guessed that Wang Ye wouldn't be able to make it today either.

Thinking of the voltage of the specially made stun gun, Xu Si couldn't help but mourn for Wang Ye for three minutes.

Just then, Jiang Bailan and Feng Baobao entered the arena, each carrying a soy milk in one hand and a bag filled with steamed buns and fried dough sticks in the other.

"Sister Bao'er!"

The moment Zhang Chulan saw Feng Baobao appear, he immediately ran over.

"Zhang Chulan, do you want some steamed buns?"

"That's not important. How did things go, Sister Bao'er?"

With her mouth wide open, Feng Baobao, transformed into Connor, swallowed a large steamed bun in one gulp, then gave an OK sign with her mouth bulging.

"Don't worry about what your sister does."

Upon receiving the news that Wang Ye had been successfully buried, Zhang Chulan finally felt relieved and began to wonder how Bao'er could be with Lan-ge.

Could it be that Daoist Wang Ye is so fierce that he needs these two big shots to take action at the same time?

At this moment, Wang, who was sealed in the soil with cement, drooling from the corner of his mouth, and numb from the electric shock, also wanted to say "Damn it..."

Listening to Zhang Chulan's question, Jiang Bailan recalled Feng Baobao's crazy scene last night and was very glad that she had followed her. Otherwise, they wouldn't be participating in the competition here today; they would probably be giving statements at the police station down the mountain.

The king didn't die either...

Those are all cases where the ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke, the kind that can't be extinguished even if you try.

It's unclear whether Feng Baobao has become addicted to electrocuting people, but overnight she transformed into Yang Yongxin, the Thunder King. Jiang Bailan witnessed him pull out a stun gun whenever he felt like it and give Wang Ye, who was lying on the ground, a couple of stuns...

The other person experienced nerve-related convulsions from the electric shock, and I don't know if it can be cured in the future.

Jiang Bailan suspects that Feng Baobao would not have stopped if the stun gun hadn't run out of power at the end.

Especially the eager glint in their eyes, like a child who has just gotten a fun toy, always thinking about causing trouble.

As for who will be unlucky, Jiang Bailan said that as long as it's not him, it's fine.

The reason why the two got together is a long story, but to sum it up in one sentence, Jiang Bailan was afraid that Feng Baobao would continue to persecute others, so he took her out to relax...

I took a shower and got a full-body massage while I was at it...

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"Wu Dang Wang! Enter the arena immediately!"

"Wang Ye! Enter the arena immediately upon hearing this!"

The match began, and the referee, with a dark expression, kept shouting as he looked at Wang Ye, who was also absent.

Anyone can see the trickery involved. Just like Shan Shitong, this bastard is shamelessly playing dirty tricks again.

"What? Wang Ye is also absent from the match?"

"Holy crap! They're already in the semifinals, and they're still using this kind of tactic without any shame!"

"I can't take it anymore, I want to give this guy a couple of hits right now!"

"Shameless—Zhang Chulan!"

Hearing the disdain of the surrounding audience, Zhang Chulan not only showed no shame, but instead spread his hands and accepted it calmly.

face?

How much is that worth?

Or will he be able to win the championship of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony?

Zhang Chulan stated that everyone's physique is different; some are born into greatness, while others are born into lesser circumstances. His path to victory is destined to be smooth sailing...

All of this success can be attributed to his persistent efforts (in recruiting people).

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan sighed deeply, his hands behind his back...

My life has been like walking on thin ice. Will I ever make it to the other side?

"No way! The Sun family of the Northwest can't stand by and watch this! I'm going to beat this bastard to death right now!"

Seeing Zhang Chulan's smug expression, a man carrying a hammer jumped off the stands, followed by a group of hot-tempered spectators.

Zhang Chulan: "Referee, save me!"

Referee: "I'd fucking want to give you a couple of punches!"

In the end, the referee didn't punch Zhang Chulan twice. After stopping the angry audience, he shouted twice more to confirm that Wang wouldn't be there either, before reluctantly announcing the result of the match.

"Zhang Chulan wins against Wang Ye!"

"Next match: Jiang Bailan vs. Wang Bing. Please bring your players to the stage!"

Upon hearing Jiang Bailan enter the arena, the audience stopped paying attention to Zhang Chulan's shameless behavior and focused their attention on the center of the arena.

On one side is the bare-legged war god who has become famous for his consecutive battles!

On one side is Wang Ai's most beloved grandson!

They were really looking forward to it...

We're eager to see if Jiang Bailan will once again display the ultimate violent aesthetics and overwhelmingly crush her opponents, just like in the previous matches!

"The betting has started! The betting has started! Come and guess how long it will take for the Bare-Legged Warrior to finish the battle!"

I bet three minutes!

"Oh no, you're too fast! That's the Tenth Elder's grandson!"

"What do you know? So what if she's one of the Ten Elders? You still don't understand the Bare-Leged War God. Feng Shayan is also one of the Ten Elders' daughters, and she's a girl. And what happened to her?"

"I watched that game you mentioned, Turtle, it was really intense!"

"Are we gambling here?"

"How can this be called gambling? A little gambling is harmless fun, but excessive gambling is harmful to your health!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm mortal with gambling and drugs!"

Wow, a kindred spirit!

Listening to the discussions of the surrounding audience, Zhang Lingyu, who was watching Jiang Bailan's competition for the first time, frowned slightly. He hadn't expected that this annoying guy would be so popular.

"Old Jiang is really popular..."

Glancing at the audience squatting on the wall, Zhuge Qing subconsciously rubbed his stomach and turned his gaze to the two people entering the venue.

Did Wang Bing defeat Jiang Bailan?

Zhuge Qing felt that this was like an old lady crawling into bed—it made the old man laugh.

Or rather, the outcome of this match was predetermined the moment the two entered the arena; it was simply a matter of how Jiang Bailan wanted to win...