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

As for the competition, we'll just have to deal with it casually.

So Zhang Chulan pretended to be serious and shouted, "Even if you are my older brother today, I will not hold back. Take this!"

He ran towards Mo Wen at a normal speed and threw a punch.

As he ran, Zhang Chulan kept giving him meaningful glances.

'Big brother, get ready to lie down!'

However, when he saw Mo Wen's expressionless face and the golden Qi staff that was slowly forming in his right hand...

Zhang Chulan suddenly had a bad feeling.

call--

With a sharp whistling sound, the golden Qi staff, carrying immense force, hurtled towards him.

Zhang Chulan's pupils contracted sharply, and the pores on his entire body tightened instantly. He subconsciously activated the Golden Light Mantra, gathering it in his hands to block forward.

boom!

With a heavy, loud bang, the golden light, which had been gathered with all its might, shattered like tofu.

Zhang Chulan flew backward in a graceful arc, landing heavily on the ground seven or eight meters away.

He stared blankly at the blue sky and white clouds, raising his trembling hands, his heart filled with horror.

This force...

If I hadn't used the golden light in time, I probably would have been knocked unconscious on the spot.

The battle will then end.

As for the result, there's no doubt that they lost...

Zhang Chulan sat up from the ground and asked in disbelief, "Big brother...why?"

Didn't we already agree that I would win?

Mo Wen looked at him calmly, the golden Qi staff in his hand pointing diagonally at the ground.

"why?"

"You don't actually think I'll be defeated by your weak fists, which are so soft they can't even kill a mosquito, like Feng Baobao did, do you?"

"You don't even use the Golden Light Mantra, what do you take me for?"

On the surface, Mo Wen was questioning, but in reality, he was speechless.

You think you can beat me without using any tricks?

This is treating all the audience members like idiots.

Even the old master wouldn't dare to cheat blatantly and let Zhang Chulan win directly.

Otherwise, it won't convince the public, and people won't recognize the champion of this grand Taoist ritual.

Zhang Chulan's dream of inheriting the position of Celestial Master is just wishful thinking.

It will also damage the reputation of the Celestial Master and the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Although Mo Wen didn't care about these things, he had already received payment, and the old man was to his liking.

We can't just do things half-heartedly.

Of course, the real reason is that he treats Zhang Chulan better.

It was because they recognized Zhang Chulan's talent.

Having gone through a ten-year hiatus, they caught up with the current generation of young people in just one month of intensive training.

Mo Wen has accepted Zhang Chulan as his "leeks" (a metaphor for exploitation or exploitation).

These are people who have the potential to become two heroes in the future.

Therefore, he wouldn't allow Zhang Chulan to win the competition so easily.

Only high-intensity battles, pushed to the limit.

Only then can we tap into its potential and accelerate its growth.

Moreover, Zhang Chulan also possesses the [Divine Spirit], a unique skill that is no less powerful than the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

Mo Wen couldn't afford to miss out on this future top combat force.

"Zhang Chulan, if you want to win, you need to show me the strength that I can respect. Otherwise, even if the deal is void, I will not let you win."

Mo Wen's voice was deep and calm. He had just made a casual swing, and he had even held back a lot of force.

Otherwise, Zhang Chulan would be knocked unconscious on the spot when the golden light shatters.

There was nothing that could be done; Zhang Chulan was still too weak at this point.

Zhang Chulan was dumbfounded.

"No...no way, brother..."

"This isn't what we agreed on..."

He admitted that he wanted to take shortcuts because it would save him a lot of trouble.

But seeing Mo Wen's expression...

Zhang Chulan understood.

If he doesn't demonstrate the strength that satisfies Mo Wen, he will truly lose, and all his previous efforts will be in vain.

This unexpected development immediately left Zhang Chulan speechless.

At the same time, the audience on stage saw Mo Wen directly cleave Zhang Chulan away.

They immediately started yelling excitedly.

"Haha, cool!"

"Well done, Mo Wen!"

"That's it! Defeat this shameless, invisible scoundrel!"

"Help us beat him up!"

Everyone had been eager to see Zhang Chulan, that scoundrel who had managed to sneak into the finals, get beaten up.

Now someone has finally stepped in, and it's Mo Wen, who has never been defeated.

That made them even more excited.

"Oh, oh, that's the kind of thing that's easy to provoke, isn't it?"

A white-bearded foreigner was quite surprised to see this.

Zhang Zhiwei remained calm and modestly replied, "It's just so-so. It's mainly because my grand-disciple is quite famous."

The white-bearded foreigner nodded in agreement.

"Oh, I've got a real problem, it's so bad!"

Both Tian Jinzhong and Lu Jin almost burst out laughing.

Okay, don't say it.

They're already universally hated; they're really famous.

The old master glanced casually at everyone present, his gaze seeming to say, "If you dare to tell anyone, be careful, or I'll settle the score later."

This made the Ten Elders very sensible and shut their mouths.

You are the Celestial Master, you have the final say.

Zhang Zhiwei, who believed in winning people over with virtue, was satisfied and turned his attention back to the two people below the stage, sighing inwardly.

Chu Lan, your advisor has done all he can to help. The rest is up to fate.

If you can't get through this, then I have no other choice.

Zhang Zhiwei knew perfectly well why Mo Wen had knocked Zhang Chulan away.

This was done both to protect his and the Celestial Master's Mansion's reputation and to make the audience more convinced.

Otherwise, this grand Taoist ritual would become a joke.

This made him feel even more favorably toward Mo Wen.

Honestly, if Huaiyi and Chulan could be like this kid, I wouldn't have to worry so much.

Zhang Chulan got up from the ground and looked at Mo Wen with a serious expression.

Was Mo Ge saying this so that he could lose more realistically in the end?

No, judging from the attack just now, he wasn't lying.

Mo Ge really wants to test my combat strength.

That's really strict. Looks like there's no way to win without taking shortcuts.

Zhang Chulan let out a long sigh and shook his slightly numb hands: "You're right, Brother Mo, I was thinking too simply."

"If it ends like Bao'er did yesterday, Master will probably be in a lot of trouble."

"I was too hasty."

"Alright, I've been wanting to see exactly how far I can go when I unleash my full potential."

"Can I proceed with confidence, Brother Mo?"

Seeing that Zhang Chulan has finally stopped being so carefree.

Mo Wen nodded in satisfaction and said, "Go ahead and try. If you can hurt me, you can look down on your peers."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan gave a wry smile.

The injury goes unheard?

So many outstanding peers at the conference couldn't do it, how could he possibly do it?

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

The gap between me and Mo Ge is too big; I can't win.