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

Everyone else nodded obediently.

"Grandpa, you're right."

"Don't worry, old man, we will help my brother properly."

At the bedside, Wang Junyang and Wang Xuefei, who had been ignored since Wang Bing's arrival, were quite unhappy.

Wang Ai's excessive pampering of Wang Bing's family only fueled their jealousy.

They looked at each other and silently reached a tacit understanding.

Wang Bing watched the two exchanging glances and sneered inwardly.

"You two are both after my position, aren't you?"

"I will not allow anyone to threaten my position!"

"Just wait, I'll find a chance to wipe you all out!"

Then he touched the gauze on his head, quite pleased with his self-harm.

That's right, he injured himself in all those serious injuries.

Mo Wen hit him hard, leaving him with lacerations and his skull nearly split open.

It doesn't look heavy on the surface.

Therefore, Wang Bing secretly took drastic measures against himself so that Wang Ai would feel more sorry for him.

The results were obvious and the effect was excellent.

After a brief chat, Wang Ai, still weak from just waking up, soon fell into a deep sleep again.

The group left the ward and chatted politely, creating a scene of brotherly affection.

This creates an image of unity within the royal family for the outside world.

Wang Bing also pretended to have a polite conversation with Wang Junyang and Wang Xuefei.

After getting into the car.

Wang Bing's expression immediately turned cold.

“You did very well today, son. The more the old man loves you, the more stable our lineage will be.”

Wang Yan sat beside him, praising Wang Bing.

He then took out his phone and made a call: "Give me all the information about Mo Wen's competition at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. I need it."

Seeing that her father was about to deal with Mo Wen.

Wang Bing frowned in thought, his hand resting on his pocket.

There, a card was placed.

......

Chapter 218 A little physical pain, I hope Brother Lingyu can hold on!

The next morning, golden sunlight bathed the earth.

Today is the fifth day of the Luotian Grand Ritual.

The semi-final matches will be held.

Compared to a few days ago, there are far fewer people remaining on the mountain.

But what if we put the people who stay in two venues?

It still felt crowded.

now.

Countless people excitedly poured into the venue.

They were excitedly discussing the match.

"Today is the day to determine the champion of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony!"

"That's right, that's right, I blindly bet on Mo Wen!"

"Master Lingyu is no weakling either! I'm betting on Zhang Lingyu!"

"Heh, big sister, you didn't watch Mo Wen's match yesterday, did you?"

"It's not that I'm underestimating Zhang Lingyu, but even Feng Xingtong, who was possessed by the Willow Immortal, was defeated by Mo Wen. Zhang Lingyu's chances of winning are too small."

"But don't forget, Master Lingyu is the disciple of the Celestial Master and possesses the Five Thunder Orthodox Technique, so his chances of winning are not small either!"

"Yes, you're right, but I still prefer to bet on Mo Wen."

"You fucking..."

"Why did you just say that today is the day to decide the champion? Isn't the final tomorrow?"

"Is that even a question? Those two in the next arena, one is shameless and the other is a company employee with decent skills. How could they possibly be a match for Mo Wen and Zhang Lingyu?"

"Therefore, once a winner is decided in this arena, the champion of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony will be determined."

"Hiss...you're right..."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

In the crowd, Wang Ye quietly sat down in the audience.

Before he could even settle into his seat, a soft laugh came from beside him: "Master Wang, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into you here."

I heard that familiar voice.

He sighed helplessly, "Heh, yes, it really is fate."

Zhuge Qing walked over with a smile and sat down next to Wang Ye without any hesitation.

"I thought Master Wang would go next door, since you seem to be more interested in Zhang Chulan."

"Why would I be interested in him... Hmm? Wait, did you hear something?"

Halfway through his sentence, Wang Ye suddenly realized something.

Seeing Zhuge Qing's smiling face, Wang Ye immediately understood.

He slapped his forehead, speechless, and said, "You...you didn't use 'Listening to the Wind', did you?"

"I'm sorry, Master Wang, I didn't mean it. Personally, I'm not interested in gossip."

Zhuge Qing shrugged, expressing his apology.

Wang Ye, sporting dark circles under his eyes, curled his lip and said, "If you're not interested, why did you use 'Listening to the Wind'?"

"Fine, it doesn't matter if you heard me. Anyway, I was just here to give him a choice. Now that he's been eliminated, my mission is over."

At this moment, the referee Taoist shouted loudly, "Zhang Lingyu, Mo Wen, enter the arena!"

As the sound faded.

At either end of the venue stood Zhang Lingyu, dressed in a loose white Taoist robe, with her silver hair flowing down and a dot of cinnabar between her brows, resembling an ice lotus from the Tianshan Mountains.

Mo Wen, dressed casually in black, with short, black hair, strong and handsome features, and eyes that gleamed with a sharp light, seemed to be an alluring abyss as he slowly walked over.

The appearance of the two immediately triggered screams from the women in the crowd.

Countless people cheered and encouraged them.

"It's really lively," Zhuge Qing remarked, his gaze fixed on Mo Wen below.

"Zhuge Qing, you wouldn't happen to be interested in him, would you?"

Wang Ye frowned slightly and reminded him, "This man is not someone to be trifled with. I advise you to stay away from him."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Qing's smile widened.

"It seems my guess was right that someone could make Master Wang so cautious."

"Don't worry, I'm just looking, I won't do anything else."

However, these words only made Wang Ye look at Zhuge Qing with increasing suspicion.

That sounds just like what a scumbag would say.

"Contestants in position, competition begins!"

Suddenly, the referee was carried up and shouted.

Wang Ye then turned his gaze back to Mo Wen below.

Zhuge Qing's smile faded slightly, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

......

On the field.

After the referee Taoist priest shouted the starting signal.

Zhang Lingyu did not attack, but instead formally clasped his hands in a fist salute to Mo Wen, a hint of gratitude showing on his handsome face.

"Brother Mo, thank you very much."

"Uncle Tian's condition today is the most relaxed I can remember."

Upon seeing this, Mo Wen knew that Zhang Lingyu was unaware that Tian Jinzhong's meridians had already healed.

"Brother Lingyu, there's no need to say anything more. Giving your all is the best way to thank me."

"Moreover, the old master himself admitted yesterday that he would come to watch our match."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lingyu's expression brightened.

"Is Master coming too?"

This expression is like that of a child who knows their parents are coming to watch the game, is excited and eager to perform well.

Mo Wen thought to himself, "If I tell Zhang Lingyu about the Old Master encouraging me to beat you up hard..."

I wonder what his expression will be.

They'll most likely start to doubt themselves, wondering if they've done something wrong, and then obediently accept the beating.