Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

It will inevitably lead people to believe what he says.

Ke Feng Zhenghao is also a Qi cultivator who has practiced for many years and has a great understanding of the eight extraordinary meridians of the human body.

So some people were puzzled: "But it shouldn't be that dark circles under the eyes, right?"

Zhang Zhiwei clicked his tongue, thinking, "Why does this kid talk so much?"

"I am, after all, a few years older than you, and there are naturally some mysteries in my hundred years of cultivation that you do not understand."

Feng Zhenghao laughed heartily and quickly said, "What the old master said is true. I was ignorant. It is kind of you to come and watch the battle despite being unwell."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded in satisfaction: "Who told you that the first match would be my grand-disciple's match? Let's go in together, Chairman Feng."

"Oh, you and Mr. Lu and Mr. Tian go ahead. I'm going to another venue. Xing Tong and Mo Wen's match is about to start."

Feng Zhenghao politely declined Zhang Zhiwei's suggestion with an apologetic smile.

"It's alright, it's alright, then President Feng, please go quickly."

"Alright, seniors, I'll take my leave now."

Feng Zhenghao politely finished speaking with a fist and palm salute, then turned and left.

Looking at Feng Zhenghao's back.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Tian Jinzhong said thoughtfully, "This Chairman Feng is no ordinary person; he became one of the Ten Elders at such a young age."

"I heard he and Mo Wen have a good relationship."

Lu Jin snorted coldly, "It's just a business relationship. I know he's been getting close to the Wang family lately, and now that Wang Ai is in trouble, I haven't seen him go to check on her."

"Hey, you two are grown up, why are you worrying about these things?"

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head: "Young people have their own ideas, so we old guys shouldn't get involved."

"Let's go, Zhang Chulan's match is about to begin."

"Old Celestial Master, in your eyes, there's only your grand-disciple."

Three elderly people entered the audience area.

In the center of the arena, Zhang Chulan stood with his hands in his pockets, kicking small pebbles on the ground.

He looked relaxed, but those with a keen eye could spot Zhang Chulan's nervousness.

Yes, Zhang Chulan was indeed nervous.

He desperately needed to become the champion of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony in order to obtain the secret of his grandfather.

And information related to Bao'er's background.

Zhang Chulan also knew that this grand ceremony was specially arranged for him by his advisor.

If a mistake is made along the way, all of everyone's efforts will be in vain.

Suddenly, Zhang Chulan looked up and saw that Wang Daoshi, wearing a dark blue Taoist robe and sporting dark circles under his eyes, was yawning as he walked over from the opposite entrance.

Zhang Chulan clenched his fists, suppressing his nervousness: "Master Wang, you..."

"Wait a minute."

Wang Ye raised his hand to interrupt Zhang Chulan, then looked up and shouted to the referee Taoist in the audience:

"Brother Fude, it's been a long time. Could you get me something to eat? I haven't had breakfast and I'm starving."

"Steamed buns would be best; I haven't had steamed buns in ages."

"what?"

On the stage, Fu De, who was acting as the referee, had a strange expression and his face was twitching.

"Are you still half asleep? Hurry up and have the competition, then you can eat!"

"Yes, it is a competition, but the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony didn't say that we could only compete in fighting, right? I want to compete with this kid in eating."

Wang Ye pointed at Zhang Chulan and said.

Zhang Chulan was completely bewildered. Before he could speak, Wang Ye smiled at him and said something that made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Agree to eat with me, or I'll kill you with one blow."

Cold sweat immediately streamed down Zhang Chulan's forehead. Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his right hand and shouted to Fude on the stage:

"Daoist Master, I agree with what Daoist Wang Ye said."

"Let's compare eating!"

at the same time.

The other side of the field.

Mo Wen stood in the center and saw Feng Xingtong, who was all smiles and full of confidence.

......

Chapter 207 Snake Immortal Liu Kunsheng, is Mo Wen in danger? A dragon roar that shook the entire audience!

Today is the fourth day of the Luotian Grand Ritual.

Logically, the number of people should be less than yesterday.

But when Mo Wen stood on the field.

However, they found that the number of people in the stands who came to watch the game had increased rather than decreased.

It's even a little more than yesterday.

With his profound cultivation, Mo Wen was able to hear the discussions among the audience on stage.

"Today's game is going to be very interesting."

"Yes, Feng Xingtong snatched a snake spirit from Deng Youfu yesterday! Mo Wen is probably in trouble now."

"Not necessarily. Mo Wen is currently considered the most popular contender for the championship in this competition. Even if Feng Xing Tong has the Snake Fairy, Mo Wen may not necessarily lose."

"You didn't watch Feng Xingtong's match yesterday. If you had seen the imposing presence of that Snake Fairy, you wouldn't have said that."

"Really? I think Wang Bing also possessed the Soul-Binding and Commanding Technique, yet he was still instantly killed, wasn't he?"

"Those are spirits that Wang Bing doesn't have that powerful. Anyway, you'll see them in a bit."

Faint murmurs of discussion could be heard from the audience.

Let Mo Wen know why so many people came to watch the game today.

"Looks like you made quite a commotion yesterday, Xing Tong."

Mo Wen smiled slightly and said to Feng Xingtong, who was not far away.

Feng Xingtong stood tall with his hands on his hips, feigning arrogance, and said, "That's right, it's always you, Brother Mo, who's always stealing the spotlight. You'd better watch out for losing to me today."

"This old man Liu in my hands is not someone to be trifled with."

With his ability to bind spirits and command generals, he was able to unleash the power of the snake spirit even more effectively than Deng Youfu.

Therefore, Feng Xingtong was confident that he had the ability to compete with Mo Wen.

However, that's the point.

Feng Xingtong would never underestimate Mo Wen.

They also wouldn't believe that having the Snake Fairy would guarantee their victory.

But I believe the probability of winning is definitely higher than Mo Wen's.

Mo Wen nodded and said with interest, "Hmm, not bad momentum."

"Then let me see your strength, Xing Tong."

at the same time.

In the stands.

Feng Shayan and Feng Zhenghao have arrived and are watching the two below.

"Father, can Xing Tong win?"

After carefully examining Mo Wen and Feng Xingtong, Feng Shayan asked.

Because of her innate special ability, she had not learned her own Spirit Binding and Commanding technique, so it was difficult for her to judge Feng Xingtong's current strength.

But Feng Shayan knew that the 'immortal' was worshipped by the shaman clan for generations.

Those have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years.

His strength is profound, absolutely no less than that of the older generation of experts, and perhaps even surpasses them.

In addition, there is the effect of binding spirits and commanding generals.

Even if Mo Wen possesses strength far surpassing his peers, he might not be able to defeat Feng Xingtong, who has been possessed by a snake spirit.

Feng Zhenghao pondered for a moment. His skill in binding spirits and commanding generals was naturally the best in the Feng family.

They also have a good understanding of Feng Xingtong's current skill level.

But...

“Shayan, did you know that Wang Ai was rushed to the hospital for treatment last night?”

Then I heard my father suddenly bring up something else.

Feng Shayan was somewhat puzzled, but still said, "I've heard that it's rumored that he was assassinated."

"Then do you know who ambushed you?"

Seeing Feng Zhenghao's meaningful gaze, Feng Shayan seemed to realize something, and a look of shock gradually appeared on her pretty face.

"You mean... Mo Wen did it?"

Feng Zhenghao didn't say yes or no. He looked at Mo Wen below, whose expression remained unchanged, and said softly:

"Leaving aside the ambush, Wang Ai had already clashed with Mo Wen before this incident."

"With one move, Wang Ai was injured, suffering multiple fractures in his arm."

"If Lü Ci hadn't been there, Wang Ai would probably have died on the spot."