Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 153 Zhang Zhiwei: How are you still alive? (Please subscribe and give me monthly votes.)
The elimination round just ended in the evening.

It is very different from the original. After one round of eliminations, there are still sixty-four people left, which is twice the number in the original.

Meng Fan and his group also went to look at the list of the next matches. It can only be said that the plot is still a bit inertial, and Zhang Chulan is still facing the Qingfu God Shan Shitong.

Meng Fan's opponent is Hong Bin, the little fire god from the Huode Sect, who took over the original opponent of Zhuge Qing, and Zhuge Qing even faced off against Wang Ye in advance.

Meng Fan looked at the competition list, and a golden light flashed in his eyes, reflecting the image of a three-legged golden-feathered fire-eyed creature. He smiled and said, "This is interesting."

Meng Fan looked at the sunset in the sky and said to everyone, "You guys go back first. I have something to do."

Meng Fan walked alone towards the back mountain of the Tianshi Mansion. When he was almost reaching his destination, he met an unexpected person.

This person is Wang Ye!

Meng Fan greeted him, "Hey, Taoist Wang Ye, you can't sleep either, are you going to look for the old Taoist priest?"

Wang was frightened by the sudden voice coming from behind him. He turned his head mechanically and saw that it was Meng Fan who greeted him with a smile.

Wang Ye laughed and explained, "The moonlight is beautiful today. I just came out for a walk alone. I was afraid of getting lost."

Meng Fan saw that Wang Ye wanted to cover up, but he didn't want to play dumb with him, so he asked directly, "Oh? Aren't you afraid that the old Taoist priest will make a mistake?"

Wang couldn't help but widen his eyes: "How do you know..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Ye consciously covered his mouth and looked around carefully, fearing that others would hear anything he said.

"Don't look, there are only you and me outside the door!"

The king also frowned and asked, "May I ask why Mr. Meng is here?"

From the first day he met this man, he knew that his mystery far exceeded his understanding. Based on the principle of avoiding danger if possible and seeking good fortune and avoiding danger, he really didn't want to deal with Meng Fan. After all, just a small divination almost cost him his life.

Being related to such a person with such a huge destiny weight ratio, there will definitely be endless troubles in the future, and it just so happens that Wang is a person who hates trouble.

Meng Fan spread his hands, narrowed his eyes, and lied to Wang Ye: "Unlike you, I just came to visit the old Taoist priest and see if I can get some benefits from him, so as to avoid being tricked by him without knowing it."

Wang Ye suddenly thought of the scene where Meng Fan blackmailed the old monk at the gate of Longhu Mountain. The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and he gave Meng Fan a thumbs up: "You are really amazing. You even dare to blackmail the old Taoist priest..."

"Ah, ah, ah, what blackmail? That sounds ugly. It's a transaction between us."

Wang Ye rolled his eyes at Meng Fan, and said, "It's up to you whether I believe it or not." But he still said, "Okay, then I won't bother you anymore. Please go in first!"

Wang also moved out of the way, not wanting to travel with Meng Fan.

"Okay, then I'll go to the old Taoist priest to test the waters first, and you can wait in line behind me, Taoist Wang."

“Dongdong——”

As he spoke, Meng Fan walked towards the door of the old Taoist priest, knocked on it, and asked, "Old Taoist priest, are you asleep?"

"Squeak——"

"Come in, you get old and sleep less, I'm not asleep yet!"

When Meng Fan entered the room, he saw that the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei was looking at the new battle table with a headache, and he deliberately sighed:
"Alas, Zhang Chulan, this unlucky little guy, after defeating Shan Shitong, will have to fight Zhuge Qing next. There is also Lingyu behind him. How can I help him?"

Meng Fan smiled, sat across from Zhang Zhiwei, and asked, "Old Heavenly Master, are you worried about Zhang Chulan?" "Isn't this obvious?"

Meng Fan said, "Old Heavenly Master, don't worry about this. Someone will take care of Zhuge Qing tomorrow."

"Are you talking about that kid Wang Ye?" Zhang Zhiwei had a look of disbelief on his face.

Meng Fan nodded and said confidently: "This Zhuge Qing is most likely in the hands of Taoist Wang. If nothing unexpected happens, Zhang Chulan's opponent should be Taoist Wang."

"And he is waiting outside the door now. After all, there are many smart people in the world, and he can probably guess your purpose." Meng Fan said.

"Haha, everyone is afraid that the old Taoist will do something unconsciously." Zhang Zhiwei joked.

"Will you do it?"

Meng Fan looked at Zhang Zhiwei across from him half-jokingly: "After all, this is a bet on the reputation of the Tianshi Mansion for a thousand years. Is it worth it?"

Zhang Zhiwei lowered his eyes at this time, his expression dark and uncertain in the hazy moonlight. After a long time, he slowly said: "There are some things that I must do. There is no such thing as worth it or not, only giving up or not giving up."

"Okay, I understand what you mean, old master!"

Meng Fan nodded and assured, "This time, our 139th Division has sent a total of contestants. After one round of eliminations, there are still left."

"If one of them is really capable, he will definitely get the first place in this Luotian Grand Ceremony. These people can help Zhang Chulan eliminate his opponents, and then admit defeat when they meet Zhang Chulan next time, and help him become the first place in the Luotian Grand Ceremony."

"So, you don't have to worry!"

"First place?"

Zhang Zhiwei's mouth showed a playful look, his eyes flashed, and he asked: "Are you talking about the mouse?"

"That's right, I knew I couldn't hide it from you!"

"After all, no matter how similar the aura is, it's not a real person. It may fool other people, but I can't fool you." Meng Fan shrugged.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head: "I was just guessing, but the method of anthropomorphism is really outstanding, and it almost fooled me."

"However, I am very curious, what benefits can you get by spending so much time and effort to help Zhang Chulan?"

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei's question, Meng Fan suddenly clapped his hands, looked at him with burning eyes, and said, "Isn't it enough for the 139th Division to gain the friendship of the Heavenly Master?"

"Not enough. Your purpose is definitely not that simple and you cannot hide it from me."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Meng Fan with a gloomy gaze, and said, "It's just that I never understand why someone like you hasn't died yet?"

"What do you mean?"

Meng Fan couldn't help but frown when he heard this.

But at this time, Zhang Zhiwei stopped talking and said in an unfathomable tone: "It's unspeakable, unspeakable. For someone like you, I can only think of one possibility."

"That is... to escape one of them!"

"All worldly affairs are wrapped in the web of mortal world, and the thought of ascending to heaven is also in vain. Only by escaping from the heaven and earth can one transcend and become an immortal." Zhang Zhiwei said slowly.

(End of this chapter)