"Sister, you really taught me a lot of tricks."

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

"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 rushed out directly.

"Oh my god! What kind of kung fu is this!"

Wang Ye was numb, he looked at Feng Baobao who had drilled out of the ground, and felt a headache.

The chaotic gold and earth wheel were ineffective, what kind of monster is this!

"It seems that this time I have to hit harder!"

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

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

But in terms of body skills, this guy obviously didn't practice Wudang Tiyunzong to the fullest, otherwise, he wouldn't be unable to escape Feng Baobao's pursuit.

"A hundred flowers are in disarray!"

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

Four or five Wang Ye appeared, disturbing Feng Baobao's vision.

However, his illusion was basically ineffective against 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 determine the location, Feng Baobao caught Wang Ye's real body almost in an instant, and then swung a shovel over.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the place where Feng Baobao's shovel landed was directly smashed into a pit by her.

Wang Ye broke out in a cold sweat when he saw this scene. He gritted his teeth, and then the Qi gathered 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 rang in Feng Baobao's ears.

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

Talisman! Camphorwood fragrance!

Blue light spots followed Wang Ye's palm and attacked Feng Baobao.

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

"Fuck! Qin Shiyue! You tricked me!!!"

Seeing that his method failed, Wang Ye was so angry that his teeth were almost broken.

"Little monk! Thank you!"

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

"You're welcome, you continue quickly, that guy is going to run away."

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

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

Wang Ye cursed, and then rushed towards Qin Shiyue without paying attention to Feng Baobao behind him.

It's a pity that his body skills are really inferior to Qin Shiyue.

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

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

After Qin Shiyue said this, he immediately used all his strength to cross the river with a reed.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Qin Shiyue's ears were filled with Wang Ye's unbearable scolding.

Qin Shiyue didn't care about the two people who were having fun at midnight. A lot of things happened today, and he was really tired.

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

......

No words were spoken all night.

Early the next morning, Qin Shiyue went to the competition site.

As a result, after seeing the list of today's competitions, Qin Shiyue was immediately happy.

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

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

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

But Qin Shiyue has already said what he said at the beginning. He never bears grudges, but always keeps his word.

Since he said he would give Zhang Chulan a good beating, he naturally cannot break his promise.

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

The first match today is Zhang Chulan vs. Wang Ye.

Qin Shiyue came to the competition stands early, and the little fire god and the others seemed to have not gotten up yet. Only Zhuge Qing and his brother came 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 man who was pitted by Zhang Chulan, and the blue-talisman god Shan Shitong who was impressed by Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan stood on the field early. He looked at the entrance of the field with a calm face.

Feng BaobaoYe Weigui, Wang Ye probably has no time to compete.

For the position of Heavenly Master, Zhang Chulan did not hesitate to use all means to inquire about the secrets of the old Heavenly Master.

"First game! Zhang Chulan vs. Wang Ye!"

The referee shouted out the players for this game.

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

In the competitions of the past few days, it would be strange if there were no accidents in Zhang Chulan's competition.

There are all kinds of messes, and the referees of Longhu Mountain are numb.

Now, in addition to paying the most attention to Zhang Chulan's competition, everyone is paying attention to Qin Shiyue's competition.

After all, one of these two people is full of surprises, and the other has five people sent to the hospital in three games. And the one with the lightest injury can't get up now.

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

"Wang Ye! Are you there! Wang Ye!!"

After waiting for two minutes, Wang Ye did not show up, and the referee immediately shouted again.

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

Just then, Qin Shiyue heard Feng Zhenghao's surprised voice in the audience of the Ten Masters.

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

"Oh! I was studying my own kung fu, and I accidentally went wrong with my Qi last night. My meridians were blocked and my face was swollen."

The old Taoist priest waved his hand in confusion.

"That, haha, is that so?"

Feng Zhenghao smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Old Taoist priest, you are really confused. Don't forget that President Feng was there last night!"

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

Hearing this, the old Taoist priest reacted and was so embarrassed that he almost dug out a three-bedroom and one-living room under his feet. He was really numb after being tossed around by Old Lu all night last night.

"Puff~"

Old Tian couldn't help laughing out loud and gave Qin Shiyue an admiring look.

This kid! Really TM! Is Bao Zheng or not! Really bad!

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