Under One Person: Communicating with Xiao Zizai about his condition at the beginning

I plan to deal with it later when I have time.

Chen Zhuo rubbed his temples.

Sure enough, Qu Tong was the fuse.

As long as a member who is under a restriction is imprisoned and has other thoughts, it will explode and turn into a bloody mist.

This should be the effect of the red hand in Shuangquan's hand.

Chen Zhuo also felt helpless.

This evening, apart from a deeper understanding of the power and weirdness of Shuangquanshou, it can be said that there was almost no substantial gain.

Tired.

He was too lazy to take care of Hu Jie.

Let's wait until the Luotian Grand Ceremony is over before studying it slowly. Chen Zhuo released Hu Jie, fed him some food, knocked him unconscious again, and put him into the devouring sac.

Then I lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

And on Longhu Mountain.

Wang Ye is experiencing a thrilling chase.

Behind him was a slovenly woman covered in mud, carrying a shovel, determined to bury him.

Neither the chaotic golden drum, the earthen river cart nor the dazzling illusion of a hundred flowers worked, and Wang could only run for his life.

……

The next day.

A group of extraordinary people, including Chen Zhuo, gathered in the arena. Off the field, Zhang Chulan stood in the center, hesitant.

Feng Baobao went to bury Wang Ye.

He hadn't been able to contact the other party all night, and when he called, the phone was turned off.

Logically speaking, if Feng Baobao succeeded, he should be notified to visit the results of the battle.

But all night long.

It was as if Feng Baobao had disappeared.

He was not contacted at all.

But Wang Ye didn't come either.

Therefore, whether Feng Baobao is successful or not can only be determined after it is confirmed whether Wang Ye will come in the end.

The referee has called out Wang Ye's name twice.

The people in the stands were also talking about it. The scene before them was so similar to the one with Shan Shitong.

Someone was already cursing in a low voice:

"Zhang Chulan, this unruly fellow, must be up to some conspiracy again."

Zhang Chulan turned a deaf ear.

In the face of abuse and ridicule, he can remain unmoved as long as he achieves his goal.

Suddenly, he looked towards the entrance of the venue with a look of shock.

I saw a Taoist priest in a blue robe and covered in dust, panting like a dog, running into the competition venue.

Behind the Taoist priest, a long-haired, sloppy woman wearing a brown courier uniform and covered in mud was holding a shovel.

He chased after the Taoist priest with murderous intent.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if she could not see anything, but her movements were extremely fast, and she followed closely behind the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest was Wang Ye, and the woman was naturally Feng Baobao.

The audience was packed.

At this moment, everyone was speechless and silent.

Wang Ye suddenly fell to the center of the field, turned around and made a gesture:

"The incense that blocks your eyes, removes it!"

"Sister, do you have anything else on your mind besides burying me?! Look around!"

Snapped!

A shovel hit the ground between Wang Ye's legs with great force and broke into two pieces.

Feng Baobao's eyesight has recovered.

She looked at the audience around her blankly. Everyone was staring at her in amazement. Feng Baobao stared with her big, clever eyes:

"?"

She looked at the dazed Zhang Chulan and the unlucky-looking Wang Ye again, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the shovel that was broken into two pieces.

The two of them ran to the meeting place.

Wang Ye looked at Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan wearing the same uniform, and suddenly realized something. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Chulan:

"Sun thief, you are very good at playing!"

Chen Zhuo pouted and looked at the famous scene in the audience, but he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Afterwards, Wang Ye sat down and discussed with Zhang Chulan with a compassionate attitude. Of course, in Chen Zhuo's opinion, this was futile.

Wang Ye himself is as high and mighty as a saint.

How could anyone understand the pain of Zhang Chulan's struggle in the world, and this pain that penetrates deep into his bones drives him to pursue the truth relentlessly.

Chen Zhuo turned and left.

There's nothing much to see here.

Instead, he had to go over to Feng Xingtong's side.

"Brother Zhuo, you don't want to watch it anymore?"

Feng Shayan, with bandages wrapped around her body and arms, asked Chen Zhuo in surprise.

"Can't fight."

"I'm going to see Xingtong."

"Oh, by the way, Uncle Feng asked you to rest and recuperate in the hospital yesterday. Why did you run out?"

Feng Shayan clenched her fists, a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes:

"The next one is Feng Baobao."

"I can not be reconciled."

Chen Zhuo turned and walked towards Feng Shayan. He stretched out his palm as big as a palm fan and covered Feng Shayan's shoulders:

"Even if you play with an injury like this."

"Are you willing to accept losing?"

"Or, do you think you still have a chance of winning against Feng Baobao if you go into battle with an injury?"

Feng Shayan hesitated to speak, and finally said two words:

"No……"

“She’s amazing…”

"I'm not sure about my full potential."

Chen Zhuo patted her shoulder:

“When you truly feel that you are strong enough, you won’t care how long it takes.”

Chen Zhuo turned and left.

Enough said.

The rest is up to Feng Shayan to decide.

After Chen Zhuo finished speaking, he left first.

Feng Shayan hesitated in her place. She looked at the two people who were still sitting and discussing, and gritted her teeth:

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"Brother Zhuo, wait for me."

Feng Shayan said as she chased after Chen Zhuo.

When the two arrived at another arena, Feng Xingtong and Wang Bing had just entered the arena and began to test each other.

Feng Shayan sneered:

"Xingtong, this kid, doesn't practice martial arts properly. I didn't expect to run into a half-baked one."

"Should we say he's lucky or unlucky?"

Chen Zhuo smiled:

"The one across from me is Wang Bing, the grandson of the Tenth Lord Wang Ai."

"He must have been arrogant and domineering since childhood, so he has no fixed personality. He seems to have a wide range of skills."

“But none of them are very proficient.”

At this moment, Feng Xingtong finally summoned the powerful elf he had previously borrowed from the Dema family in the northeast by using the technique of summoning spirits and sending generals.

Liu family, Liu Kunsheng!

In an instant, a huge black snake shadow that was dozens of feet long and two feet wide hovered in the air, emitting a strong demonic aura.

The deterrence and oppression are instantly maximized!

"Uncle Liu!

"Lend me your power!"

Feng Xingtong's tone was full of excitement, but he didn't notice that Wang Bing's eyes showed the same black and white colors.

The snake spirit in mid-air.

It seemed as if it was bound by something and could not fall into Feng Xingtong's body.

Feng Xingtong was surprised.

Suddenly, Wang Bing laughed sinisterly and said:

"Beast!"

"Not yet!"

In an instant, the snake spirit born from Liu Kun seemed to be out of Feng Xingtong's control and fell towards Wang Bing.

Feng Xingtong was shocked!

He would not admit his mistake. What Wang Bing used was the unique skill of their Feng family, summoning spirits and sending generals!

"How can it be!"

"How could you!?"

Wang Bing laughed sinisterly:

"Is it strange? Once I take this evil beast in, I'll tell you why!"

Sweat was already oozing out of Feng Xingtong's forehead.

He mobilized all his Qi.

Constantly unleashing the power of summoning spirits and sending generals!

He shouted:

"Uncle Liu, come back!"

Feng Xingtong shouted, and the black energy between his arms was like billowing black smoke, wrapping around Liu Kunsheng who was about to escape from his control!