One person: Second-hand summer grass helps me practice

Chapter 109: Byes, Bao Zheng or Not

"Sister, you really taught me a lot."

Wang Ye patted the dirt off his body, looked at Feng Baobao helplessly and spoke.

"You are indeed more fierce than the previous one! Awei Eighteen Styles!"

As Feng Baobao's voice fell, a powerful Qi burst out, and Feng Baobao used the force to rush out directly.

"Oh my god! What kind of Kung Fu is this!"

Wang was also numb. He looked at Feng Baobao who had emerged from the ground and felt a headache.

All the golden drums, earthen carts and river carts are ineffective. What kind of monster is this?

"It seems that this time the blow will be a little heavier!"

Feng Baobao spoke in a flat tone, then picked up a shovel and smashed it towards Wang Ye.

Wang Ye turned around and ran, obviously using all his strength.

But in terms of physical skills, this guy obviously did not master the Wudang Tiyunzong, otherwise he would not have been unable to escape Feng Baobao's pursuit.

"Dazzling flowers!"

Wang Ye watched Feng Baobao getting closer and closer, and had no choice but to use a magic similar to illusion.

Four or five kings also emerged, disturbing Feng Baobao's vision.

However, his illusions were basically ineffective on Feng Baobao. He could only affect Feng Baobao's vision but could not affect Feng Baobao's other five senses.

Relying on the sound to identify the location, Feng Baobao caught Wang Ye's real body almost in an instant, and then swung a shovel at him.

boom!

There was a loud bang, and a hole was created where Feng Baobao's shovel landed.

Wang Ye broke out in a cold sweat when he saw this scene. He gritted his teeth, and then gathered his Qi on his palm, and a light blue halo rose from his palm.

"Feng Baobao, close your eyes! This guy is going to blind you!"

Just then Qin Shiyue's voice sounded in Feng Baobao's ears.

It was at this time that Wang Ye used his methods.

Magic talisman! Camphorwood fragrance!

Blue spots of light followed Wang Ye's palm and flew towards Feng Baobao.

But with Qin Shiyue's reminder, Feng Baobao immediately rolled over on the spot and avoided Wang Ye's blinding method.

"Nimma! Qin Shiyue! You tricked me!!!"

Seeing that his methods were ineffective, Wang Ye was so angry that his teeth were almost broken.

"Little monk! Thank you!"

However, Feng Baobao politely thanked Qin Shiyue who was watching the show.

"You're welcome. Keep going. That guy is about to run away."

Qin Shiyue smiled and waved her hand, then pointed at Wang Ye who was about to run away.

"Qin Shiyue, you are going too far! I just helped you during the day!"

Wang Ye cursed, and then rushed towards Qin Shiyue without caring about Feng Baobao behind him.

It’s a pity that his body movements are far inferior to Qin Shiyue’s.

Qin Shiyue took a step back and easily avoided Wang Ye's pounce, but Wang Ye was almost knocked over by Feng Baobao's shovel.

"Good words can't persuade a damned ghost! Who told you not to believe me during the day? Now you feel bad, haha! You two can have fun, I'm going back to sleep!"

After Qin Shiyue finished speaking, he immediately used all his strength to cross the river on a reed.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the only sound in Qin Shiyue's ears was Wang Ye's unbearable curse.

Qin Shiyue didn't bother with the two people having fun at midnight. A lot had happened today, and he was really tired.

After returning to the single room arranged by the old Taoist priest, Qin Shiyue quickly fell asleep.

......

Silent all night.

The next morning, Qin Shiyue went to the competition venue.

After seeing today's game list, Qin Shiyue was immediately happy.

Unexpectedly, he had a bye in the competition today, so he could just watch the fun for a day.

But if nothing unexpected happens, he will face Zhang Chulan in the next competition.

Although Qin Shiyue and the old master are getting along quite well now.

But Qin Shiyue had already said it at the beginning. He never held grudges and always kept his word.

Since he said he would teach Zhang Chulan a lesson, he certainly couldn't go back on his word.

If Zhang Chulan falls into his hands, he will definitely suffer a lot.

The first match today is between Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye.

Qin Shiyue arrived at the competition stands early. Little Vulcan and the others seemed to have not gotten up yet. Only Zhuge Qing and his brother arrived early.

Zhuge Qing was still looking forward to Wang Ye's methods.

After Qin Shiyue greeted Zhuge Qing, he sat in the stands and began to look around.

Soon Qin Shiyue noticed two familiar extras.

The blue-haired guy who was badly tricked by Zhang Chulan, and the green-talisman god Shan Shitong who was conquered by Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan stood on the field early, looking at the entrance of the field with a calm expression.

Feng Baobao did not return home all night, so Wang Ye probably no longer had the time to compete.

In order to obtain the position of Heavenly Master and to inquire about the old Heavenly Master's secrets, Zhang Chulan did not hesitate to use all means.

"First match! Zhang Chulan versus Wang Ye!"

The referee called out the players for this match.

However, the referee was not too surprised that Wang was not present.

If nothing unexpected happens in Zhang Chulan's competition these days, something strange will happen.

There are all kinds of messes going on, and the referees at Longhu Mountain have become numb to it.

Now, apart from paying close attention to Zhang Chulan's competition, everyone is also paying attention to Qin Shiyue's competition.

After all, one of them was full of accidents, and the other sent five people to the hospital in three games. And the one with the least injury couldn't get up yet.

But relatively speaking, Zhang Chulan's competition is more attractive.

“Wang Ye! Are you there? Wang Ye!!”

After waiting for two minutes, Wang Ye still didn't show up, so the referee immediately shouted again.

"Old Taoist Priest, Mr. Lu, what are you two doing..."

At this moment, Qin Shiyue heard Feng Zhenghao's surprised voice in the audience of the Ten Lords.

Qin Shiyue looked up and saw Lu Jin with dark circles under his eyes, and the old Taoist priest with a bruised face and nose pushing Tian Lao Sisi to the seat with a laugh.

"Oh! I was studying my own kung fu, and last night I accidentally made a mistake in my Qi circulation, which blocked my meridians and caused my face to become swollen."

The old Taoist priest waved his hand in confusion.

"Um, haha, is that so?"

Feng Zhenghao smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Old Heavenly Master, you are really confused. Don't forget that President Feng was present last night!"

Qin Shiyue shouted towards the old Taoist priest at this time.

Hearing this, the old Taoist priest finally reacted and was instantly embarrassed. He almost dug out a three-bedroom apartment under his feet. He was really numb after being tossed around by Old Lu all night last night.

"Pfft~"

Mr. Tian couldn't help but burst out laughing and gave Qin Shiyue an appreciative look.

This kid! Really! Is Bao Zheng or not! He is really bad!