Fox Demon Crossing

Chapter 36: City Promise

Suddenly, the door of the high-end apartment suite opened violently, and then a figure rushed out from it.

In the corridor, Wang Ye landed steadily, and his feet traced a distance of nearly three meters on the floor before stopping.

"Wang Ye, if you are so impatient, you should go to the square downstairs to compete first." Before he could adjust his breathing, Zhang Zhiwei's voice sounded from behind Wang Ye.

too fast!

Wang Ye's heart trembled. He didn't even notice how the Heavenly Master approached silently.

The next moment, Zhang Zhiwei's hand reached out to him.

"Luanjin Tuo!"

Wang Ye quickly formed a seal with his right hand, and his eyes were instantly covered by a light blue light.

For a moment, Zhang Zhiwei paused.

Although it was only a flash of lightning, less than half a second, it gave Wang Ye a chance to catch his breath. His figure flashed and he quickly created a safe distance between himself and Zhang Zhiwei.

With just this one move, Wang Ye was already sweating and panting. He stared at Zhang Zhiwei and thought to himself, "Amazing! I almost fainted after using the Golden Tupperware on this elder. Is this the power of the Heavenly Master of the Orthodox Heavenly Master Mansion?"

Especially since he had opened his Dharma Eyes, he could even feel the awe-inspiring aura from the old Heavenly Master.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at his hands. At that moment, he seemed to be disconnected from his surroundings. He pondered and said, "It must be a spell... It seems that you have more than one master, Yunlong."

Wang did not respond to this question. Zhang Zhiwei suddenly smiled and said, "Forget it. I won't ask anymore."

"Wang Ye, go back quickly. It's getting late. The next game won't be easy..."

Wang also bowed and said goodbye: "Then I will take my leave first."

After Wang Ye left, Zhang Zhiwei returned to his room and flicked the two doors, and they closed automatically.

Sitting back on the bed, Zhang Zhiwei slowly said, "Yang boy, you don't seem surprised."

"..."

"The soundproofing here isn't very good. I know you can hear it. Don't let me find you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Renfeng's helpless laughter came from the next room: "As expected of the old Heavenly Master who has been unrivaled in the world for more than 30 years. His strength is really terrifying. If the Heavenly Master calls himself the second, I'm afraid no one dares to claim to be the first."

"It's not that exaggerated..."

After a short silence, Zhang Zhiwei said, "Young man Yang, you heard what Wang Ye said just now. If someone knows something he shouldn't know, should I silence him?"

"What? Taoist Wang Ye was here? How come I didn't know? I was just taking a break. Old Taoist priest, are you talking to me..."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "You kid, you are still telling lies with your eyes open."

"Kid, how about we discuss this?" Without waiting for his answer, Zhang Zhiwei continued, "I know you must have some cards in your hand. If you can make it to the last round and play against Zhang Lingyu or Zhang Chulan, I hope you can show mercy."

Jin Renfeng was silent.

“Old Heavenly Master, you should understand that my goal this time is the Tongtian Talisman. I don’t need to explain the origin of the Tongtian Talisman. You must also know that this is not just my business, but the mission of the entire Maoshan. After all, Senior Zheng, who created the Tongtian Talisman, was the most outstanding disciple of Maoshan back then.”

"I understand. What I mean is, if you can help me with this, I am fully confident that I can get that old man Lu Jin to pass on the Tongtian Scroll to you afterwards."

In the next room, in the darkness, Jin Renfeng frowned slightly.

He thought of the original novel in which Zhang Chulan won the championship, while the Tongtian Talisman fell into the hands of the second place Zhang Lingyu. Could it be that this old master had planned it all from the beginning?

In this case, it is not impossible that he deliberately lost to Zhang Chulan in the final.

After all, he didn't want to be a heavenly master.

When the old Taoist priest said "show mercy", there were two meanings. One was to let him lose to Zhang Chulan or Zhang Lingyu, and the other was that Maoshan and Tianshi Mansion were both branches of Zhengyi Sect, so they should give each other face. If the championship was won by someone other than Tianshi Mansion, where would the face of Tianshi Mansion as the leader of Taoism in the world be.

Jin Renfeng did not reply immediately, and Zhang Zhiwei was not in a hurry to seek a solution.

The atmosphere became calm again.

After a long while, Jin Renfeng finally spoke: "Since it is the old Heavenly Master who asked, Maoshan and Longhushan share the same roots, how can I refuse such a good intention. After all, we in Maoshan don't like to cause trouble, I can agree to the old Heavenly Master."

"Aren't you going to discuss this with the old Taoist priest?"

"unnecessary."

Jin Renfeng's answer was clear and concise, indicating that he could decide the matter on his own.

"..." What else could Zhang Zhiwei say? Thinking that the old Taoist priest was accepting disciples on behalf of his master, there might be some inside information that he didn't know. The junior brother of the head of Maoshan had a high status in Maoshan.

Well, every family has its own problems, and their Tianshi Mansion also has a lot of troubles.

As for Li Qingkuang, he is not here at the moment.

It seemed that there was a bonfire party in the evening, so he went to join in the fun and has not returned yet.

"I heard that if the relationship is not out of true love, but for other purposes, this toad sand will make the owner feel painful and remind them to be vigilant."

"Not only that, Junior Uncle-Master, can you guess who this thing belongs to?" Li Qingkuang raised his eyebrows, as if Jin Renfeng would never be able to guess the answer.

"Zhang Chulan?"

"Hey, how did you guess that?"

Jin Renfeng replied calmly: "Just a random guess."

"Yes, it belongs to Zhang Chulan."

"So, you didn't go home to sleep last night, but went bird watching?" Jin Renfeng had a subtle expression. He learned about today's battle list from the old master yesterday, and his mind was full of Wang going to see the old master in the evening. He completely forgot that the bird watching scene under the moon was going on last night.

It's a pity that I missed the excitement of the event.

Not long after, the two were walking on the road leading to the ring and saw Zhang Chulan, who was dejected and looked ashamed to see people.

"Zhang Chulan, you are awesome."

"After what happened last night, I feel that the nickname 'Buyao Bilian' is no longer enough to describe him."

"Which master has a more appropriate title?"

"No, my vocabulary is not enough..."

"By the way, has the guy who nicknamed Zhang Chulan 'Bu Yao Bi Lian' left?"

"I don't know, he probably hasn't left. The one who can choose such a cultured name must be a contestant who has been tormented by Zhang Chulan before. If it were me, I would definitely continue to watch the game until someone defeats Zhang Chulan."

"Yes, I have an idea. How about calling the new nickname 'Moonlight Walking Bird'?"

"Hahaha...I agree..."

Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth secretly. What happened last night was really beyond his expectations.

He was drunk to do such a ridiculous thing. If he was sober, no matter how shameless he was, he would not do such a thing.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure.

"Fatty, stop right there! I know you took the video. Hand over your phone!" Zhang Chulan chased after him like crazy.

Canglong was so frightened that he turned and ran away, shouting, "Brother, don't chase me. You may be late for the game later."

"Look, over there at the gate!"

"It's the list of seventeen people who advanced!"

"Damn, this guy Tie Maliu got a bye?"

"I'm so angry, why isn't it me..." An audience member who did not want to reveal his name looked at his opponent on the list, which clearly said "Zhang Lingyu", with a look of madness on his face.

He collapsed before the battle even started.

"Please invite the next group of contestants, Yang Ping'an and Lu Linglong, to enter as soon as possible!"

Jin Renfeng, who had been sitting for a long time, slowly opened his eyes. It was finally his turn to go on stage.

He didn't take this game seriously.

On the field, Lu Linglong looked at Jin Renfeng nervously, took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance, and said seriously: "Master Yang, I hope you will not go easy on me just because I am a girl. You must show your true strength. I usually practice hard, and today is the day to test the results."

Jin Renfeng: “???”

He was a little surprised, but nodded slightly, deciding to give enough respect. Instantly, lightning and thunder flashed on the field.

Bang!

Lu Linglong's eyes rolled back and she fell to the ground. Her hair stood straight up from the electric shock. A faint black smoke came out of her mouth and she fainted.

"The winner is Yang Pingan!"

The whole game was a foregone conclusion.

"Asshole, how dare he hit my goddess!" In the audience, Canglong roared with red eyes: "How could he have the heart to hit such a lovely goddess?!"

"Hua'er, don't stop me. Look, my goddess has fainted. I want to save her!"

At this time, Canglong's eyes were in the shape of a heart, and he jumped off the stage with a perverted look on his face and pounced on Lu Linglong.

The scene was like a hungry dog ​​pouncing on its food.

Hua'er, who was standing by, covered her eyes with one hand, looking as if she didn't recognize Canglong.

boom!

A black shadow flew out, Canglong screamed, and was directly knocked several meters away. Lu Jin came to the unconscious Lu Linglong, feeling distressed. He stared at Jin Renfeng with a gloomy face and gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, I will remember you."

"Great, great grandfather, it has nothing to do with Taoist Yang..." Lu Linglong woke up from a brief coma, barely opened her eyes, and said, "It was me who asked Taoist Yang to go all out. It has nothing to do with him."

Jin Renfeng was stunned. He actually forgot that Lu Jin was Lu Linglong's great-grandfather.

The Tongtian Talisman is in the possession of this old man Lu.

After struggling to stand up, Lu Linglong stretched her muscles and found that she was fine. She smiled and said to Jin Renfeng, "Thank you Taoist Yang for your guidance. It made me realize that I still have many shortcomings."

"Grandpa, let's leave quickly so as not to delay other people's competition."

Lu Jin was deeply moved. Look, what a sensible little girl.

At the same time, Lu Jin did not forget to glare at Jin Renfeng fiercely.

How could you do this?!

Jin Renfeng touched his nose, turned around and left. If he had known what had happened, he would not have used thunder magic.

in the audience.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Lu Jin and said with a smile, "Old Lu, you are too nervous. Linglong, are you okay?"

Lu Linglong touched his head awkwardly and replied: "Old Master, I'm fine."

Lu Jin put his hands in his pockets and sneered, "Yang Ping'an, right? He's from Maoshan. I hope he doesn't fall into my hands, otherwise I'll settle all the old and new accounts together."

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhang Zhiwei turned his head away. He didn't want to get involved in such family affairs.

Jin Renfeng had no interest in watching the next few games. He closed his eyes and rested until the referee called out the two names.

"The next match is between Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing. Please enter the venue as soon as possible!"

Jin Renfeng thought to himself, "It's finally here, the contest between the two great urban warlocks."

In the center of the bustling city, Wang Ye dragged his tired body into the underground arena of a skyscraper.

“Oh, it’s finally my turn.”

He yawned, glanced at Zhuge Qing opposite him, and said softly: "Come on..."

Zhuge Qing smiled and responded: "Mr. Wang Ye, your strength is admirable, but why do you always look so listless?"

"Yeah?"

Wang Ye raised his eyes slightly, and the next moment, he rushed towards Zhuge Qing like a cheetah.

“That depends on who the opponent is!”

Zhuge Qing seemed to have anticipated this and stepped back lightly to avoid Wang Ye's palm power. He kept an eye on his movements and squinted his eyes to look for flaws.

I see. He has created an aura around me. Once I am surrounded, the situation will become difficult.