From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 462: The Buddha of the World
"Little Zhuoma! You are finally back!"

When they saw the appearance of the girl on the stage clearly, Wang Xin and Zhao Ziyao's mood suddenly changed.

Of the two little devils in Baiyun Mountain, one has finally returned!

Compared to ten years ago, the girl who was as tall as their knees has now grown into a graceful young lady. She is standing on the stage and looking at the drunk Lee Junhao intently.

Little did he know that at this moment, Lee Junhao was also looking at this girl who suddenly appeared.

The snow particles from Mount Kailash carved pink lines on little Zhuoma’s cheekbones. At seventeen, the baby fat on her face has not yet faded. The fur edge of her dark green felt robe swept over her knees, revealing her calves covered in nylon sports socks - ignoring the golden glow on her body, she is just an ordinary Western Desert girl.

Zhao Ziyao asked loudly, "Little Zhuoma, weren't you chasing that innate mandrill in Miaoling, Guizhou? How did you come back?"

Little Zhuoma waved her hands and turned around to chat with Zhao Ziyao as if no one was around. She looked depressed: "Sister Ziyao, don't mention it. That mandrill was very smart. It couldn't beat me in a fight, but it ran very fast. I'm not familiar with the Miaoling area in the mountains. I chased it for a whole day but lost it. Then I hurried back."

"So, your trip was in vain?"

"It was not a wasted trip!" Little Zhuoma's eyes curved with laughter. "I peeled off a piece of its skin. The mandrill relied on this skin to confuse the villagers down the mountain. You can help me see how many task points it is worth later, and see if my total points can exceed Li Ling'er!"

The two of them chatted about family matters like this, leaving the photographer and Lee Junho below stunned.

No, we are not performing a martial arts competition, right? Why are you two still chatting?

Facts have proved that not only did the younger generations below not take this martial arts performance seriously, but even Zhao Ziyao and Wang Xin, the two leaders, did not take it seriously either.

Otherwise, the contestants should have been decided a month in advance. The two of them kept dragging it out until just before the competition when they found out that most of the perverts below had left, which is why they were in the dilemma of having no one available just now.

Then the following perverts were also like this. Wang Shuhuan and Liu Ming thought that Li Ling'er and Xiao Zhuoma would attend the meeting, so they left without any pressure. Xiao Zhuoma and Li Ling'er thought that there was no need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut. With Yang Xinwu and Yan Fu, they were enough, so they left very decisively.

Yang Xinwu and Yan Fu felt that there were only three vacancies and they would definitely not be used, so they didn't even say hello when they went down the mountain to take over the mission from the Service Hall.

It can only be said to be a coincidence.

Song Ling, who was standing on the steps of the martial arts arena, saw little Zhuoma going up to the arena, and immediately felt relieved and went back to Zhao Ziyao.

She was actually nervous about having a real fight with Lee Junho.

Li Junhao couldn't help it and interrupted the conversation between Xiao Zhuoma and Zhao Ziyao.

His Chinese pronunciation was very strange, he said in pauses: "Stop bluffing, and still hunt down the Xiantian mandrill. According to your Chinese words, the difference between Qi Ling and Xiantian is the difference between immortals and mortals, so your Xiantian is also called Tuofan. Who do you think you are, and you are still hunting down Xiantian monsters?"

"You Chinese always have a lot of excuses and like to talk nonsense and exaggerate. Humph! Or do you think I will fall for your childish psychological tactics?"

Listening to Li Junhao's tone of voice, which sounded like everyone else was drunk but he was the only one sober, Xiao Zhuoma turned around and frowned slightly:
"Were you the one who just slandered my Baiyun Taoist Academy?"

"I'm not slandering you, I'm just expressing my dissatisfaction as a member of the Republic of H... Ah Xi!"

Before he could finish his words, Li Junhao suddenly felt a pain in his lower abdomen and fell to his knees on the ground like a weak shrimp.

Little Zhuoma retracted her right hand, and she had already stood in front of Li Junhao without knowing when. "Why are you whining? Just admit that it's you. I'm in a hurry. Can't we go through the process quickly?"

Song Ling looked at the little Zhuoma on the stage, then glanced at Zhao Ziyao and chuckled.

Little Zhuoma is the first student from Chunyang Hall. Although she looks as quiet and pure as a virgin in normal state, this little devil is recognized by the two halls of Baiyun Taoist Academy as the person who best understands the true meaning of Zhao Ziyao's silence.

"You, you are despicable, sneak attack!" Li Junhao's eyes were bloodshot with pain, and he screamed with gritted teeth.

"Nonsense, the competition started when I stepped on the stage, how can it be called a sneak attack?" After saying that, Xiao Zhuoma raised the corner of her mouth: "You didn't attack me when I was chatting with Sister Ziyao just now, what does it have to do with me?"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!"

Veins bulged on Li Junhao's face. He endured the pain and suddenly took out a bell from his arms. He shook it vigorously in front of little Zhuoma and muttered something.

As his hands moved, the bell rang out crisp sounds, and the sound spread out like a stone dropped into a lake. When Song Ling and Li Mengyuan heard this, they immediately felt dizzy and their bodies shook.

"What are you shaking so loudly? Are you teasing the child?"

Because she didn't feel anything unusual in her body, Xiao Zhuoma could only define it as this hateful guy mocking and despising her.

Realizing this, little Zhuoma pouted, snatched the bell from Li Junhao's hand, and kicked him off the stage.

It was not until his buttocks rubbed against the ground violently that the pain brought the confused Li Junhao back to his senses. After he stabilized his body and looked at his hands,
No, where is my sealing bell that big?

Then look at the little Zhuoma on the stage, who is shaking her precious Sealing Bell next to her ear as if it were a small bell to listen to the sound...

Is this woman cheating?

Then, Li Junhao’s eyes went dark and he fainted.

Over at Baiyun Mountain, Zhao Ziyao was almost laughing to tears, and she kept slapping Wang Xin's arm.

"Damn, the Koreans are Koreans after all. It makes me laugh to death. They actually used a magic weapon to deal with the soul on little Zhuoma. What's the difference between this and sending her away?"

Although Zhao Ziyao and others were not clear about the identity of little Zhuoma Zhuanlun Zhenzong, Li Yang had revealed to them that little Zhuoma had an extraordinary spirit and might be the only disciple on the mountain who could inherit his Yangshen Zhengfa.

In addition, little Zhuoma is the only person besides Taoist Master Yubao who can ignore the magic array and the mountain-locking array at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, a burst of scolding suddenly came from the direction of the Universe Country's delegation. Because it was spoken in Korean, Zhao Ziyao and Wang Xin could not tell what he was saying for a moment.

It was also because of this that when a figure suddenly flew out from the direction of their delegation and killed Xiao Zhuoma on the martial arts stage, Zhao Ziyao, Wang Xin and the other innate masters of the Taoist temple were unable to react for a moment.

He was a congenital master, holding a wooden staff in one hand and shaking a bell in the other, and smashing it towards little Zhuoma with the force of thunder.

"You little bastard, not only did you sneak attack and injure someone, you even dared to steal my disciple's treasure. Today I will cut off one of your arms as a punishment!"

It was said that only one arm was broken, but judging from Park Si-won's momentum, he clearly wanted to smash little Dolma to death with one stick!

Zhao Ziyao was furious before the translator could even finish translating. "Park Shiyuan, you old bastard, you are so shameless to bully the weak. How dare you hurt little Zhuoma? I will kill your whole family!"

Zhao Ziyao was furious. She drew out the Chengying sword while cursing and was about to go up to rescue.

The incident happened so suddenly that even the Alchemy Society and the Yatagarasu delegation, who were supported by the Universe Kingdom, did not react. They only had one thought in their minds:
No, is the Universe Country so strong this year that they are so open about breaking the rules for the sake of victory?

Haven't these Koreans been so reckless before? Haven't they thought about the consequences of killing people in Baiyun Mountain within the Chinese territory?

A matter of milliseconds can determine life or death for an expert. When Zhao Ziyao was halfway through her flight, Park Shiyuan, with a grim smile on his face, had his wooden stick several dozen centimeters above Xiao Zhuoma's head, about to smash her down.
Seeing that the little Dolma below was squinting her eyes and had no intention of dodging, Park Shiyuan was immediately overjoyed.

Youngster, you still want to take it head-on? Do you think my innate ability is the same as that stupid fool you are chasing?

You, Baiyun Mountain, cannot produce another Li Ling'er this year!
(End of this chapter)