One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

Ye Xing felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Almost the instant he finished speaking.

Without any warning.

Ye Xing's figure vanished into thin air amidst a rapid sonic boom.

"what?!"

The scarred man's pupils contracted sharply. Just as his Qi was about to erupt, he felt an irresistible and terrifying force kick him hard in the lower abdomen.

The combined power of the ox talisman's strength and the rabbit talisman's sonic kinetic energy made this kick as powerful as being hit head-on by a speeding high-speed train.

"boom!"

Before the scarred man could even scream, he was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through three or four large trees before landing on the muddy ground like a dead dog, completely unconscious.

The expert next to the scarred man was terrified. He was about to assume a defensive stance when suddenly everything went blurry.

"too slow."

Ye Xing's voice floated lightly in his ear.

Immediately afterward, a powerful slap landed squarely on his face. "Smack!"

The expert from the main family was involuntarily spun 720 degrees in mid-air, and crashed heavily to the ground with a "thud," spitting out half of his teeth mixed with blood.

It took no more than five seconds.

The once imposing Wang family team was now lying on the ground, howling and rolling around in pain.

Ye Xing walked forward slowly, stepped on the face of the scarred man who was still convulsing, and stomped his foot on him, looking down at him condescendingly.

"Go back and give a message to your precious little darling."

Ye Xing's voice was calm, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

"If he doesn't withdraw from the match, let him wash his neck and wait for me tomorrow. After all, this is just a friendly sparring match..."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely wicked smile.

"I'm not really going to kill him, am I?"

Chapter 40 Eight-in-Four

The next morning, the sun shone brightly.

Since the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony competition had progressed to the quarterfinals, there were only four matches left for the entire day, so they were all arranged at the main venue, venue number one.

The circular stone benches in the stands were packed to the brim, and even the aisles were full of people.

Ye Xing, with a newly bought popsicle dangling from his mouth, leisurely strolled over to where the Feng family father and son were standing, and skillfully pulled out a stool next to Feng Xingtong and sat down.

"Good morning, Brother Ye."

Feng Xingtong greeted them, then frowned slightly and pointed to the area below.

"In the first match, Zhang Chulan is facing Wang Ye of Wudang. Can he win? I watched Wang Ye's match yesterday, and even Zhuge Qing was no match for him. Zhang Chulan seems far inferior."

Ye Xing took a bite of his popsicle and mumbled indistinctly, "We'll definitely win."

"what?"

Feng Xingtong was stunned. "How can you be so sure?"

"Nonsense, he's the protagonist, how could the protagonist lose?"

Ye Xing shrugged, looking at Feng Xingtong's innocently foolish face, and chuckled.

"Xingtong, you're usually quite quick-witted, so why do you suddenly become so slow at crucial moments? Think about it carefully, at his age, why would the Old Celestial Master hold such a grand Taoist ritual?"

"That was all to legitimately bring Zhang Chulan back to Longhu Mountain. The championship was already in his pocket."

Feng Zhenghao, who was listening nearby, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Young friend Ye's words may be rough, but they make a lot of sense. The real purpose of this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is indeed not the competition itself."

As the group was chatting, a commotion arose in the back corridor.

Lu Jin stood with his hands behind his back, while the old master Zhang Zhiwei pushed Tian Jinzhong as the group walked over together.

Lu Jin heard Ye Xing's absurd remarks from afar and pointed at him, laughing heartily.

"You little rascal, you see through everything. Be careful, you might really get caught in a trap one day."

Feng Xingtong turned around and looked at these big shots. He was completely dumbfounded and quickly bowed.

So the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony was really a pre-determined champion?

Feng Zhenghao quickly stood up to greet him, and was about to exchange a few polite words when his gaze suddenly stopped on the old master's wrinkled face.

A large bruise was clearly visible on his left cheek, which looked rather comical.

"Old Celestial Master, your face..."

Feng Zhenghao tentatively asked, "What trouble have you encountered?"

Zhang Zhiwei blushed, quickly coughed twice, and then, with his hands behind his back, began to make up a story in a serious tone.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Last night when I was meditating, my Qi went astray and my blood and Qi flowed backward. It's nothing serious."

The people around him held back their laughter; everyone knew about the match that happened yesterday evening.

Zhang Lingyu showed no mercy to Lu Linglong, electrifying the young girl until she was practically smoking.

Lu Jin felt sorry for her great-granddaughter and lost her temper on the spot, chasing the old master all over the mountain, and finally leaving a souvenir on the old master's face.

Everyone tacitly agreed that no one dared to offend these two.

But Ye Xing is just the kind of person who loves to stir up trouble; otherwise, how would he generate emotional points?

He slowly swallowed the last bite of his popsicle, precisely tossed the stick into the nearby trash can, then widened his eyes and shouted in a loud voice, feigning surprise.

"No way, Celestial Master! I heard from others that it was because Master Lingyu made Linglong cry that Old Master Lu was so angry that he beat you up?"

Upon hearing this, the air in this corner of the stands, which had been quite lively, suddenly froze.

Feng Zhenghao's smile froze, and Feng Xingtong was so frightened that she quickly reached out to tug at Ye Xing's sleeve.

Zhang Zhiwei stared with those dead fish eyes, his mustache practically sticking up to the sky.

Lu Jin's face turned bright red with embarrassment. He could have vented his anger in private, but this kid had brought it up in front of so many people. Where would Old Zhang put his face in the future?

'Zhang Zhiwei was detected to be extremely embarrassed and speechless, triggering a critical hit, emotion value +150!'

'Detected that Lu Jin is feeling embarrassed and angry, and wants to hit someone. A critical hit has been triggered, increasing his emotion value by 120!'

'Shock and fright were detected in Feng Zhenghao, Feng Xingtong, and others. Emotional value +50, +60, +40...'

With system notifications ringing incessantly in his mind, Ye Xing let out a comfortable sigh of relief; these emotional points couldn't have come any easier.

These old men are really something, still so passionate.

"You little rascal, I think you're going to be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles if you don't discipline you for three days!"

Lu Jin raised his hand as if to slap him, but Ye Xing ducked down and hid behind Feng Zhenghao, sticking his head out with a sly grin.

Just as the old master was about to find an excuse to kick this little bastard, the referee below raised his hand.

"The first match, Zhang Chulan versus Wang Ye, begins!"

In the center of the arena, Zhang Chulan walked out with a solemn expression. This time, Feng Baobao didn't bury anyone; Wang himself appeared solidly on the field.

The two stood facing each other.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, there was no fierce exchange of blows, nor any flashy moves to test each other.

The two huddled together and chatted quietly for quite a while.

The audience in the stands were losing patience and starting to boo when Wang suddenly yawned and raised his right hand.

"Referee, I concede."

wow——

The entire audience erupted in an uproar, but Feng Xingtong looked at Ye Xing with some surprise. Ye Xing was right, he really did get a guaranteed admission!

Wang Ye tucked his hands into the sleeves of his Taoist robe and slowly walked towards the exit. When he was almost at the exit, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the stands.

Their eyes met.

A complex emotion flashed across Wang Ye's usually lazy face. He opened his mouth slightly, silently mouthed something, and then turned and walked out the door.

Ye Xing raised an eyebrow.

The lip movements clearly indicated: variable.

It seems this person who has mastered the Feng Hou Qi Men method has done quite a bit of calculation!

Immediately following, the second match began.

Feng Shayan versus Feng Baobao.

Because Feng Shayan listened to advice, she wasn't seriously injured yesterday and was in surprisingly good spirits.

As soon as this woman entered the arena, she unleashed her spatial abilities, causing strange fists and figures to appear everywhere.

Occasionally, a few hidden throwing knives would be thrown in.

Unfortunately, Feng Baobao's beast-like intuition and speed somewhat countered spatial abilities.

No matter from which tricky angle Feng Shayan's fist came, Feng Baobao could always dodge it in an extremely contorted posture, and then counter with a knife or a punch.

boom! boom! boom!

In a one-sided victory, Feng Shayan didn't even manage to touch the baby, and eventually conceded defeat, panting heavily.

Ye Xing stretched in the stands, inwardly complaining.

That's good. They had a good fight, which saved Feng Zhenghao from having to discipline his daughter and prevented a quarrel in the wealthy family. It's truly a great deed!

"The third match, Ye Xing versus Wang Bing! Contestants, please enter the arena!"

The referee's voice rang out again.

"Brother Ye, it's your turn!"