One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

Zhuge Qing's face turned a deep liver color.

He hadn't yet recovered from Wang Ye's absurd and unpredictable magical techniques...

This clueless security guard... how did he suddenly reappear!

The problem is that I was already thrown away once on my very first day on the mountain...

Can we just throw things at Master Wang today?!

He was about to speak...

Suddenly, I realized that the heavy feeling that had been pressing on my chest due to the crushing defeat had been largely washed away by this inexplicable absurdity...

Master Wang... You're so strong, you must be able to handle this security guard, right?

Master Wang?!

Their eyes met, and Zhuge Qing instantly understood what the other person meant from those eyes!

"Brother Zhuge, make your move!"

"The Mysterious Gate Opens!"

Two azure array diagrams were activated.

Facing the "devil's claws" reaching towards the two from the left and right, Wang Ye, his hair flowing, shouted loudly:

"Eight-door transport!"

Om-!

Strange fluctuations emanated from the space inside the arena.

The two charlatans shouted that they were going to attack, but their bodies betrayed their true intentions—they used their magical arts to escape the scene as quickly as possible!

Wang Ye, his hair disheveled, sprinted wildly towards one side of the arena...

His speed was so fast, he was completely different from that lazybones from before!

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me...

No matter how strong you are, Zhou Yan, you can't possibly catch both of us at the same time, right?

Without any hesitation, Zhuge Qing turned and rushed in the opposite direction!

Zhou Yan looked at the two of them and sneered:

Tai Chi Long Fist

[Sticky!]

He spread his palms out and gestured to both sides from a distance!

The two who had just arrived at the edge of the training ground instantly felt as if a giant had grabbed their throats, and their bodies were uncontrollably pulled backward!

In the very center, Zhou Yan slightly parted his legs and swung his arms in a circular motion, assuming a standard Tai Chi hand gesture.

Whoosh—whoosh—!

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were as if they had been thrown into a washing machine, their bodies spinning uncontrollably along the edge of the training ground—

Then, Zhou Yan, who was at the center, got closer and closer... closer and closer...

"Tai Chi Long Fist! It's Tai Chi Long Fist!"

"His skill in applying force is probably far more profound than that of Daoist Wang Ye!"

The crowd gasped in surprise, instantly conjuring up a dozen scenarios of "abandoned Wudang disciples joining Longhu Mountain"!

Pa~!

next moment.

The two charlatans, seeing stars and foaming at the mouth, were both grabbed by the back of their necks and held in Zhou Yan's palm!

"It's...it's appeared!"

"It's a picture of a security guard carrying a chicken!"

Zhou Yan bent down, his gaze sweeping over Wang Ye, who was kicking his legs in mid-air, and Zhuge Qing, who was still in a hand seal posture.

"You are the embodiment of good and bad fortune, aren't you...?"

Under the golden light spell, which had accumulated 150 years of internal energy, the two were completely powerless to fight back.

"You are the direction, aren't you?!"

Young Master Zhou's questioning voice was deafening.

He held up the two of them, as if possessed by Fly, and said:

"It's okay to have the cups served outside..."

"It won't work to pretend in Longhu Mountain."

"Did you remember?"

"I've got it, I've got it..."

Wang Ye completely gave up resisting, his stomach churning.

Zhuge Qing was in an even worse state; his short ponytail had completely come undone, and his messy hair was plastered on his face, completely losing his handsome image.

The audience was quiet... with only the sound of breathing.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ai's pupils dilated suddenly!

He gave Zhang Zhiwei a meaningful look, but the other man just smiled and remained silent.

Old man...

These words weren't meant for these two younger people.

He was clearly talking to himself!

Let's return our attention to the stage.

Sizzle—Sizzle—

Two closed-loop needles were precisely inserted into the Du meridian.

Zhou Yan carried one in each hand with practiced ease, heading towards the large tree in the center that hadn't yet been uprooted.

"Master Zhou...you mustn't!"

Wang Ye was terrified and flailed his limbs wildly:

"If my master knew that I came to Longhu Mountain and was tied to a tree in public, he would skin me alive!"

On the other hand, Zhuge Qing seemed much calmer.

It doesn't matter anymore...

We're in the same boat, and this is a good opportunity to get some more information out of Master Wang...

A mere large tree.

If Zhang Chulan can go, so can I!

[Ding~ Your uprightness and integrity in severely punishing acts that damage the competition venue have earned you the reward of 10 years of General Power!]

[Thanks to your dedicated efforts, the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony proceeded smoothly, triggering a critical hit reward!]

[Reward Spells: Chaotic Golden Clapper, Qimen Dunjia - Beginner Level!]

[Current general power remaining: 70 years!]

Should we begin the infusion of techniques now?

Zhou Yan hesitated for half a second.

The techniques of Luan Jin Tuo and Qimen Dunjia are indeed very powerful.

But I choose Thunder Mage!

[System, go all in!]

boom--!

A tremendous roar, like the creation of the world, exploded within his dantian!

Zhou Yan instantly felt as if electric currents were flowing through his bloodstream throughout his body.

Within the five internal organs, the dormant Yin and Yang thunders are increasingly blending together, seemingly showing a tendency to condense into an elixir...

[Infusion successful!]

[Current skill level: Yang Five Thunder: 85 years; Yin Five Thunder: 85 years; Golden Light Mantra: 150 years...]

Young Master Zhou dusted off imaginary dust and strode off the stage...

Behind them, the competition was drawing to a close.

The area in front of the big tree is becoming increasingly lively—

Zhuge Bai rushed over, sobbing, "Qing! Are you alright? Waaaaah—"

"It's nothing... It's quiet here, perfect for thinking. Wait... Bai, what are you doing? Put your phone away!"

*Click*

Zhuge Bai wiped away his tears and ran away as fast as he could!

"Don't worry, Qing... I... I will never send the photo to 'Hand in Hand with the Mysterious Lineage'!"

Zhuge Qing's eyes twitched violently.

Less than a minute later, my phone started ringing incessantly!

"Hahaha! Zhuge, your younger brother is quite something!"

Wang Ye laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

Zhuge Qing scoffed:

"Master Wang...isn't it too early to gloat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ye's laughter caught in his throat.

He saw... hordes of contestants surging towards the big tree!

"Get out of the way!"

"I was here first! The rest of you line up!"

After a brief period of noise, a girl with pigtails came up to Wang Ye, who was tied up, and said with a smile.

"Master Wang, may I take a picture with you?"

Behind her stretched an endless line of people...

Wang Ye almost spat out a mouthful of blood!

Am I, Daoist Master, now a popular photo spot?!

"Master Wang? How about it..."

Master Wang looked at his pathetic state, bound hand and foot...

"Can I say no...?"

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Below the stage, the pink-haired girl had her hands behind her back and was kicking the pebbles at her feet.

The pink toes were tense, turning slightly white from the exertion.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but laugh when he saw her looking dejected and her ahoge (cowlick) trembling.

"See, I told you the big-nosed guy would win."

"oh!"

Lu Linglong crossed her arms and turned her face away.

She seemed to see the sizzling, fragrant roasted meat grow wings and fly away...

You can't blame yourself for making a mistake.

Who would have thought that a Taoist priest who practices Tai Chi would suddenly unleash a divination technique even more powerful than that of the descendants of Zhuge Liang?

That doesn't make sense!

"So—" Zhou Yan adjusted his hat, "what time does the bonfire party start?"

Lu Linglong was stunned for a second.

His eyes widened suddenly.

"Brother Zhou, you agreed?!"

Zhou Yan scratched his nose. "We can only go after we finish patrolling the mountain."

"Yay!"

Lu Linglong jumped up on the spot, her skirt fluttering.

"I'll be waiting for you at the intersection of the back mountain road at 8 PM!"

"Don't stand me up!"

She turned and ran up the mountain path, waving as she ran.

Zhou Yan smiled, but suddenly sensed a strange killing intent...

Turning his head, he saw that Old Master Lu looked like he had albinism, even his hair was flying everywhere...

"Old Lu! What are you doing? Is your chest hurting again?"

Zhang Zhiwei grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the main hall...

"You old man, let go of me!"

The two voices faded into the distance, and Zhou Yan scratched his nose.

She invited me!

The next second, his expression changed drastically.

There is a marked ticket stub...

Suddenly it started moving very fast!