Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 109 Who is the strongest in Luotian Dajiao?

[Wang did not arrive at the competition venue on time and forfeited. The winner is Mo Yu! ]

[Feng Baobao failed to arrive at the competition venue on time and forfeited. The winner is Zhang Chulan!]

[Mo Yu announced his withdrawal from the competition. The final winner is Zhang Chulan.]

As the Taoist priest of Tianshi Mansion read out this string of news, the audience on stage froze in shock. Their eyes widened, their faces filled with bewilderment. Even the Taoist priest himself couldn't contain himself. His voice paused, his mouth twitched, a hint of absurdity flashed in his eyes, and he almost dropped his phone.

what.

ah.
what?
Everyone knows that Wang will not abstain.

Considering Mo Yu's combat performance yesterday, Zhang Lingyu was chased all over the field as soon as the sword energy came out, and there was also a fierce scene where he almost had a fight with Wang Ai.

Anyone with a normal mind would not allow Wang Bing to have a fair fight with Mo Yu.

Either do something dirty outside the rules, or just give up.

A head-on fight? Purely asking for trouble!

Everyone can see that Feng Baobao is Zhang Chulan's scavenger, so it's not hard to understand why she just gave up.

But Te Miao's Mo Yu withdrew from the competition when he was sure to win the championship, which made the onlookers completely confused!
They were still waiting to see Mo Yu beat up Zhang Chulan, wanting to see the "Bu Yao Bi Lian" who had made it to the finals by luck and shamelessness being severely humiliated.

The result? The audience never expected that Bilian would play even more shrewdly than they imagined, even forcing Mo Yu, who was sure to win the championship, to withdraw directly!
"RNM, give me back my money! I came here to see this? Give me back my money!" The man in the red shirt stood up suddenly and threw the water bottle in his hand directly at Zhang Chulan in the field.

"It's a shady deal, absolutely a shady deal! I bet one hundred thousand on Mo Yu, one hundred thousand!" The other tall and thin man had red eyes, with bloodshot under them, as if he was going to rush down and fight Zhang Chulan to the death in the next second.

"Quack! No, I don't want to see this! I want to see Mo Yu fuck the shit out of Bilian until her teeth burst!!" A man with a face full of flesh grabbed her hair with both hands and roared in a rough voice that was heartbreaking.

"'Bu Yao Bi Lian', what kind of conspiracy did you pull? It was just a fight, and you won the championship by a sneak attack? Can you just die?" A shrill-voiced woman burst out from the crowd, her tone full of resentment.

"Zhang Chulan, you damned fool, how dare you be the champion?!"

Another roar followed, and the sound waves continued to rise, and the crowd was outraged.

Some of them were angry because they didn't see Zhang Chulan being beaten up, but more of them were angry because they had bet on Mo Yu to win the championship before, and the harvest season was approaching.

What a weird result!
Although gamblers do not have a good end, and although everyone knows that there are shady dealings behind every game.

But isn't it too much to be so evil to this extent?

Pooh! nausea!

The lights are not even turned off!

Can you guys act out something like this? Act it out!
What if a few people came on stage just for the sake of ceremony? What if Mo Yu was weak and exhausted from overindulgence and a bad stomach last night?
It doesn’t take much time!
At least give gamblers some fig leaf so that they can comfort themselves with excuses like "it's fate".

Just like bandits.

Even worse than bandits!
And you're asking other people to praise the Taoist Luotian Dajiao? In one word: Bah, disgusting!
I will definitely never attend this rubbish Luotian Grand Ceremony again!
Dozens of people rushed forward, rushing down the stands in a huge crowd, heading straight for Zhang Chulan. The crowd was in chaos, roaring and cursing mixed with the sound of footsteps, and surged towards the center of the stadium like a tide.

Even the Taoist priest from the Tianshi Mansion who was originally responsible for maintaining order mixed in with the crowd. He was not trying to control the situation, but just like the audience, he ran straight towards Zhang Chulan with red eyes and a look of frustration.

The Luotian Grand Ceremony was a solemn Taoist ritual, and this one, combined with the important task of selecting the next Heavenly Master, was arguably the most significant in recent decades. But what the hell had Zhang Chulan, that shameless guy, messed it up?
Ten or twenty years from now, when the new generation asks about this competition, what will they say?!

"Uncle Master, I heard that you presided over the most grand Luotian Grand Ceremony in a hundred years. Young talents from all over the country participated. Who was the strongest?"

"Wudang Taoist Mo Yu is definitely the strongest!"

"Our Heavenly Master Lingyu Daoist Master is truly worthy of the title!"

"Could it be Zhuge Qing from the Zhuge family?"

"Fuck, who is the 1/0/4 Bu Yao Bi Lian?!"

Just thinking about this scene makes one's blood pressure soar. The Taoist priest from Tianshi Mansion became more and more angry. He threw up his sleeves and simply joined the team that was beating them.

Mo Yu had already jumped up from the chaotic arena and landed lightly in the sparsely populated audience stand.

He was holding a thermos in his hand, drinking hot tea slowly. Standing next to him was Wang Ye, who had not left yet. The two of them were holding the same thermos and looking down at the farce below leisurely.

The early morning sun shines down, the pine branches sway, the morning mist has not yet dissipated, and the hustle and bustle of the stadium seems to be separated by a layer of gauze, seeming a little far away.

It was only the fifth day of the Luotian Grand Ceremony, and most people hadn't left yet. "I didn't expect I'd get to watch the entire competition," Wang Ye said, his eyes narrowed, a face full of emotion, and he quickly drank a sip of tea to calm his nerves.

The seven-day race was thought to last the entire day, but it was all completed in less than five days.

The highlights of the semi-finals and finals were skipped directly, and an award ceremony could be held in the afternoon, and the "Tianshi Du" would be transmitted in the evening.

'Bu Yao Bi Lian' Zhang Chulan took office directly and became the Heavenly Master!
"It saves trouble. This championship was originally prepared for Zhang Chulan anyway."

Mo Yu lazily sat on the steps, glancing at the chaotic playing field below, his tone calm but with a hint of teasing.

Zhi Jinhua came over at some point, squeezed next to Mo Yu with a smile, and her eyes were full of pride.

"Thank you, Brother Mo Yu."

She originally just thought that Zhang Chulan was too lucky, and the odds were ridiculously high, so she just invested a few thousand yuan.

No, can Bilian really win the championship?!
When Zhang Chulan really won the championship, Zhi Jinhua herself was stunned.

"Why thank me?" Mo Yu glanced at her and replied lazily, "Zhang Chulan won the championship with his own ability, and you also earned your money with your own ability."

Who says luck and connections are not one’s own abilities?
If we really talk about the survival of the fittest, who can be stronger than the old Tianshi? As a top-notch Tiantong Taoist, who can stop him from achieving his goal?

Wang Ye's eyes twitched and he drank his tea silently.

If those gamblers who have lost all their money knew what role he played in Zhang Chulan's road to victory, I'm afraid they would come and tear him apart.

In many ways, a gambler who has lost all his money is more difficult to deal with than a fan of a certain celebrity.

Below, the chaos on the field continued.

Lu Linglong mingled in the crowd and had already lost all her living expenses for next month and the month after that, a total of one and a half months. She just saw the amount of money that little bitch Zhi Jinhua had deposited into her account on her phone, and she was so jealous that she almost gritted her teeth!
The sunlight shone on her angry little face, making the anger in her eyes burn even more fiercely, and her eyes were as big as copper bells. Although this anger had little to do with Zhang Chulan, she just wanted to find a punching bag.

She rolled up her sleeves and cursed, "Bilian, you shameless bastard, I'm going to beat you to death today!"

Zhang Chulan stood in the center of the arena, his head in his hands, a wry smile on his face, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. Although he had anticipated this scene, he hadn't expected more people to come up and fight than he anticipated.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!" The golden light protecting his body was rippled by the attacks from all directions. It was about to collapse. Zhang Chulan's eyes were filled with grief and anger, and his voice was full of misery: "Save me, Sister Baoer! Save my teeth!!"

But the group of people didn't listen to his pleas for mercy at all. In the sunshine, with dust flying, they beat him with fists and feet without mercy.

The Taoist priests from the Tianshi Mansion were mixed in among them, swinging their sleeves loudly and waving their whisks vigorously. They were more ruthless than anyone else, and the anger in their eyes seemed to have been suppressed for decades.

There was no other way. When he thought that this 'Bu Yao Bi Lian' thing would become the next Heavenly Master, he suddenly felt that he would have to live in shame for the rest of his life, and the future of the Heavenly Master's Mansion would be bleak.

Moreover, if I don’t mix with the crowd today and take the opportunity to beat him up, I’m afraid I won’t have the chance to beat this bitch in the future.

"Please spare me! Someone is going to die, Sister Baoer!" Before Zhang Chulan's miserable plea for mercy could fall to the ground, a strong man next to him punched him. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

At the same time, behind a van outside the stadium, Feng Baobao was squatting on the ground, slowly eating a meat bun with his brothers Xu San and Xu Si.

The sunlight shone through the roof of the car, casting mottled shadows on the bodies of several people.

Feng Baobao's mouth was stuffed with buns, her cheeks were puffed up like a squirrel, and she was holding half a meat bun in her hand. The minced meat was stuck to the corners of her mouth, and she was chewing it with relish.

"Is there really no need to save Zhang Chulan?" Xu San felt a little reluctant after all. He frowned and turned his head to look in the direction of the stadium, with a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"No need, he can't avoid this." Xu Si, holding a cigarette in his mouth, leaned lazily against the side of the carriage, directing the people from Nadutong to set up defense lines in various areas.

He took a deep breath, and the flame at the front of the cigarette butt lit up slightly. As the smoke rings were exhaled, the flame dimmed again.

Watching the smoke slowly dissipate in the sunlight, Xu Si said calmly, "That's his own opinion. He won the championship so dishonorably. If he doesn't let those people vent their anger, Zhang Chulan won't be able to survive in the industry anymore."

"That's right, we have to give him a way out." Xu San's mouth twitched when he heard this, and the worry in his eyes dissipated a little. Instead, he said with some emotion: "Speaking of which, this kid is quite cruel to himself. He really isn't afraid of being beaten to death."

Feng Baobao finished the last bite of her bun, swallowed it slowly, tilted her head to look in the direction of the stadium, and said, "It's okay, he can take a beating." (No mercy)
The sloppy girl spoke in a flat tone, took out a new bun, and continued to stuff it into her mouth, her cheeks puffed up again, as if the chaos on the field had nothing to do with her.

Xu Si snorted lightly, flicked the ash off his cigarette, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "It's better if he's miserable now. The more miserable he is now, the less trouble he will have later." He glanced at Feng Baobao and said lazily: "Bao'er, eat slowly, don't choke."

In the sunshine, the back of the carriage was as quiet as usual. The aroma of meat buns mixed with the smell of cigarettes wafted in the air. The roars from the stadium came from afar, like the hustle and bustle of another world, forming a sharp contrast with the leisure here.

(End of this chapter)