Under One Person: Since I am alone, I can dominate the world

Later, his grandfather died inexplicably, and his father also disappeared. He was alone, so he had to be more careful when he walked.

Zhang Chulan sat on the rock, constantly thinking about the first half of his life.

But at some point, a sound of light footsteps came from behind him.

A figure blocked out the moonlight and cast a shadow in front of him.

Zhang Chulan's eyes flickered, he looked back, saw the person clearly, and then let out a long sigh.

"Hey, Lao Wang, could you please stop being sneaky? You're scaring people to death." Zhang Chulan complained casually.

Wang Ye grinned, still looking calm and composed, and sat down beside Zhang Chulan, saying casually, "Can't sleep?"

Chapter 36 Zhang Chulan shows his attitude

Under the moonlit night sky, Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye sat on a rock, enjoying the late night breeze.

Wang Ye casually said, "You can't sleep."

"Yeah." Zhang Chulan nodded and said softly, "Master Wang, you didn't sleep either. I didn't see you at the bonfire party tonight."

Wang Ye: "I learned some skills in my training yesterday, and I am recovering from it. Otherwise, I will be in trouble if I face Zhuge Qing tomorrow."

Zhang Chulan was surprised and said, "I thought that Daoist Master Wang had no desires or requests, but I didn't expect that he would take the victory or defeat of this Luotian Grand Ceremony very seriously."

Wang Ye said: "How can there be a person who is truly free of desires? There are many reasons for the desire to win or lose."

"For example, you, Zhang Chulan, why did you come to participate in this Luotian Dajiao? Why do you want to win?"

Zhang Chulan said bitterly, "You all know it, my grandfather died in an unclear manner, and asked someone to leave me the old farmer's skill whose origin is unknown, and it was regarded as the source of Qi by the alien world."

"I came to Longhu Mountain with many questions in my mind to find answers, but the old Taoist priest insisted that I win the Luotian Grand Ceremony before he would tell me the answers."

As he said this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "With my insignificant strength, I'm afraid I can only be a runner-up."

Wang Ye raised his eyebrows, "Zhang Chulan, you are not weak."

"On the contrary, you clearly have a powerful strength among the younger generation, but you prefer to hide it."

"You know, after spending the past few days with you, you always give me a feeling that you are not real, or rather, there is a huge difference between your appearance and your inner self."

Zhang Chulan's body trembled, and his gaze, which had originally been looking up at Mingyue, turned to look at Wang Ye's profile.

Wang Ye continued to talk to himself: "No matter who you face, Zhang Chulan, you can always put on the most correct attitude, make the most favorable choice, and be cautious as if walking on thin ice, as if you are disguising yourself every moment."

"Aren't you tired like this?"

Zhang Chulan's pupils constricted, and his hands, which were originally supported on the rock, were bent and clenched. The restrained Qi in his body actually leaked out a little at this moment, stirring up a breeze.

Wang Ye shook his head and said, "I don't know your past, but in my eyes, you don't have to be like this right now."

“Sometimes being bolder, more open-minded, and more frank may lead to good results. At least it will save you a lot of unnecessary troubles.”

"The old Heavenly Master is your master, and the Taichu Zhenren is also your master. If I had these two people protecting me, I'm afraid my tail would have been up to the sky long ago. What are you afraid of?"

Zhang Chulan lowered his head and fell into a daze. Suddenly, the harsh rebuke from Zhang Taichu yesterday appeared in his mind.

Beside him, Wang Ye yawned, stood up, brushed the dust off his butt with his sleeve, stretched and said, "I was almost killed by a fortune-teller yesterday. If it weren't for Master Taichu, I would have lost my life."

"There are still many good people on Longhu Mountain, and many people care about you."

"You said so, Zhang Chulan."

After saying that, Wang Ye swung his sleeves again, walked away with lazy steps, and soon disappeared into the shadows.

Zhang Chulan, who had been sitting there, had trembling eyes as he recalled Wang Ye's sudden conversation tonight.

And at the end, when the other party suddenly mentioned Taichu Zhenren, his mind was shocked and he immediately heard the deep meaning.

"Master..." Zhang Chulan murmured, raised his head, looked at the bright stars and moon, and remained silent for a long time.

-

The moon sets and the sun rises, and a new day arrives.

It also indicates that the third day of the Luotian Grand Ceremony is about to begin.

Outside the martial arts arena, people kept gathering from all directions. Some of them were drunk by the campfire, while others stayed awake all night.

But without exception, they all looked energetic, especially the contestants who had made it to this stage, they were full of excitement and just waiting to show their skills.

Zhang Taichu, who had practiced Xuantian Qi Fa all night, got up early and called his disciple Zhang Lingyu to go to the martial arts field.

But during this process, he keenly noticed that something was wrong with Zhang Lingyu.

"My disciple, did anything happen to you last night?" Zhang Taichu, who was walking in front, asked casually.

"Ah?" Zhang Lingyu, who was immersed in his memories, came back to his senses, paused, and couldn't help asking: "Master, was my performance so obvious?"

Zhang Taichu said cheerfully, "You kid, you've been keeping your head down and blushing since you left the house. Your thoughts are clearly written on your face."

Zhang Lingyu's face turned even redder when she heard this. In the end, she could only stammer and tell him everything that happened last night.

After understanding the whole cause and effect, Zhang Taichu had a strange smile on his face, and then he couldn't help but chuckled.

"Hahaha, I told you, you have a talent for dancing. You are worthy of being my, Zhang Taichu's apprentice." Zhang Taichu, who had recovered, said with a beaming face.

Zhang Lingyu clenched his hands hidden in his Taoist robe, his cheeks flushed under his white hair, and even his walking posture seemed awkward.

Zhang Taichu saw this and said happily: "It's okay, it's okay. Happiness alone is not as good as happiness with others. You call this 'sharing happiness with others'. Isn't it wonderful?"

"Wait for your master to take you down the mountain to practice a few more times, and you will get used to it."

When Zhang Lingyu heard this, his body stiffened and his face wrinkled into a bitter melon.

"Ah! There's a next time?!"

-

As the competition began, many figures filled the viewing seats at the martial arts arena.

At this stage of the competition, those who can stay are all outstanding people, but there is one player who is a complete surprise to everyone.

"This Zhang Chulan has managed to survive until today!"

"Damn you, don't shake Bilian!"

"Don't worry everyone, his opponent today is Tang Wenlong from the Tang Sect, he is not someone who will be fooled!"

"Zhang Chulan met Tang Wenlong today, he deserved it, ugh!"

"Damn it! I'm betting my entire fortune on Zhang Chulan's defeat!"

As soon as it was Zhang Chulan's turn to compete, the atmosphere in the audience changed, and the noisy voices were all questioning and rebuking.

Zhang Taichu and Zhang Lingyu sat on one side of the table, just watching the scene silently.

In this atmosphere, Zhang Chulan, wearing Nadutong work clothes, walked onto the scene with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Opposite him was Tang Wenlong, a tall man who looked difficult to mess with.

"Haha, Zhang Chulan, did you hear that? The audience here are all telling you to get out." Tang Wenlong raised his lips in a sarcastic smile, feeling that he had already secured victory.

Zhang Chulan was speechless, as if he didn't hear what was said.

That serious and calm expression seemed completely different from the frivolous and affected look he had shown in the previous two days.

After walking onto the field, he began to glance around the audience seats. When he saw Zhang Taichu, whom he was looking for, his body stiffened, but he did not avoid his gaze anymore.

Instead, he stood with his hands hanging down and bowed in the direction of Zhang Taichu.

"Master Taichu, I will show the attitude you want to see."

Zhang Chulan whispered.

Chapter 37 Lu Linglong vs. Zhang Lingyu

In the martial arts arena, Zhang Chulan faced Zhang Taichu and bowed deeply.

Everyone who saw this scene looked strange, not understanding what it meant.

Zhang Taichu raised his eyebrows, interest flashing in his eyes.

"Could it be that Little Wang Ye really managed to enlighten the grandson of this big-eared thief?"

He looked at Zhang Chulan, who had a serious expression, completely different from usual, and then the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a smile.

"Then let me see your changes, little boy."

-

In the martial arts arena.

Tang Wenlong frowned and said coldly, "Zhang Chulan, why are you playing tricks on me?"

"Could it be that you are afraid that I will beat you too badly, so you ask Master Taichu in advance to protect you later?"

Zhang Chulan was speechless. He just turned around and looked at Tang Wenlong seriously and said, "Let's end this game as soon as possible."

He really didn't intend to hide it anymore, not only because the enemy before him came from the Tang Sect, the sect that killed his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi.

Also because he wanted to show his attitude to Zhang Taichu!

All the thunder magic that he had practiced since childhood emerged in his mind at this moment.

Zhang Chulan's mind moved, and the surging Qi in his body burst out without reservation, flowing into his limbs and bones, and after being transformed by thunder magic, it turned into strands of electric arcs and appeared on the surface of his body.

Yang Lei, Jiang Palace!

Amid the surging lightning, Zhang Chulan's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, turning into a ray of lightning!

"What happened!" Tang Wenlong's pupils shrank, and he didn't even have time to react.

But the next moment, a flash of azure lightning shone brightly before his eyes.

There was a loud bang.

Zhang Chulan threw a punch, which was accompanied by a powerful arc of electricity, and directly knocked Tang Wenlong flying backwards!

The violent Yang Wu Lei arc madly attacked the opponent's body, making him scream in pain!

A sudden change.

The entire audience fell silent, and they rubbed their eyes, trying to make sure this was not an illusion.

Afterwards, they couldn't help but feel surprised, amazed at the strength that Zhang Chulan suddenly showed!

At this moment, on the battlefield, Zhang Chulan took a step forward, wanting to pursue the victory, and the electric light in his hand became even more violent.

Tang Wenlong twisted his body as he flew backwards, adjusting his posture with his fighting instinct, and subconsciously prepared to counterattack.

But in a flash, he lost Zhang Chulan's position again!

"Damn it, how can he possess this level of power?!" Tang Wenlong was shocked, and immediately pushed the true energy throughout his body, ready to use the Tang Sect's Five Treasures Self-Defense Technique.

But then, a chill suddenly rose behind him.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared behind him, at an incredibly fast speed that was impossible to defend against.

There was a boom.

A ball of lightning suddenly exploded on Tang Wenlong, causing his whole body to twitch and unable to move for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Chulan's figure flashed and suddenly appeared ten feet in front of Tang Wenlong. He mercilessly swung out a large ball of electric arc again, hitting the opponent's body.

The domineering Yang Wu Lei invaded Tang Wenlong's whole body, releasing terrifying high temperature, and even entered the body through the pores of the flesh, wreaking havoc on the meridians along the way!

"what!!"

Tang Wenlong wailed toward the sky, his voice was miserable, and even his eyes turned white from the electric shock.

Not long after, as the electric light weakened, Tang Wenlong, whose body was already charred black, was unable to use the poisonous miasma to protect his body. He fell to the ground with a thud and fainted.

The battle ends here.

Zhang Chulan clapped his hands to suppress the surging Qi in his body.

He didn't even look at Tang Wenlong who was electrocuted, but couldn't help turning his head and looking at Zhang Taichu in the audience seats again.

When I saw the other person's face, which was slightly softer than before, I immediately felt a hint of joy in my heart, like a child who was affirmed by his elders.

"Master Taichu, I will continue to prove myself to you!"

Zhang Chulan whispered, bowed to Zhang Taichu again, then turned around and quietly left the martial arts arena.