"Didn't you see that he provoked me yesterday and was bent on humiliating me in public? Also, their ancestors and grandchildren set up a formation trap to plot against me, may I ask, am I vicious or they are vicious? If you don't believe it, you can ask Zhang Zhenren, the head of Longhu Mountain, whether it is true or false!" Wu Fan ignored it and said loudly.

"Wow, that's the kind of thing!"

"There's an insider, there's an insider!"

"The lottery is so coincidental, and it is all fake to say that there is no trick or foot. ”

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The crowd in the audience was in a commotion, and all kinds of discussions and rumors were spreading.

Chairman Zhao turned his head to look at Zhang Zhenren, saw that he was silent, and turned to Wu Fan again.

"Which sect are you from?"

"I have no sect. ”

"What's going on? There is no sect, or the sect has not been registered with the association, isn't it impossible to register?" Chairman Zhao turned his head to look at the staff.

"That's the case, he was originally not allowed to sign up, but, but Tang Xianming insisted, otherwise he would 。。。。。。 The secretary of the association, who had allowed Wu Fan to sign up earlier, ran over and explained.

"Okay, you have no sect and no faction, and you can be regarded as a member of my Huaxia Kingdom's cultivation world, but please remember the feelings of your fellow Daoists in the next game and show mercy to your subordinates. Chairman Zhao's face softened slightly, but his tone was still cold.

"I'll play by the rules of the game. Wu Fan responded.

In the next three rounds of semi-finals, each player is much more restrained when competing, perhaps they feel that there is no suspense about this year's championship, and the championship prize will be won by Wu Fan sooner or later.

In Wu Fan's three games, every opponent faced Wu Fan with deep emotion, and said: "Brother Wu, friendship first, competition second, and I hope that Brother Wu will show mercy." ”

Stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, others opened their mouths, Wu Fan is naturally not good at using strength, they all control their strength, and they can defeat them with one move, and it doesn't hurt anyone. Wu Fan entered the finals.

Even, the final was no longer in doubt, and everyone believed that Wu Fan would continue his style of winning with one move, including his opponent, the Taoist who entered the final with Wu Fan.

When the game reached this point, the atmosphere at the scene was relaxed, and the audience took out their mobile phones one after another to take pictures.

Wu Fan stood in the middle of the arena, waiting for his opponent to enter. I saw that the referee was urging the finalist to enter the game as soon as possible. He was at the pinnacle of enlightenment, and he was the most outstanding young disciple of the Maoshan School.

"I, I abstain!" said the Maoshan disciple.

"What's the truth? It's just to learn from each other, it's good to have a little experience, what is it to abstain, ah!" the head of the Maoshan faction sat on the VIP seat and shouted loudly.

The Maoshan disciples came on the field hard, stood opposite Wu Fan, and after giving the salute, like everyone else, they asked Wu Fan's subordinates to show mercy. In the end, Wu Fan still made a move, knocking down the Maoshan disciple and ending the whole game.

"This year, the National Youth Taoist Elite Competition, the champion, Wu Fan-" The referee announced loudly. There is a beginning and an end, and the process must not be sloppy, otherwise this competition will become a farce.

Many spectators raised their mobile phones to take pictures of Wu Fan, and some even ran up to the high platform to ask for autographs, but were stopped by the staff.

From today onwards, Wu Fan's name will spread throughout the entire monastic world of Huaxia Kingdom.

"Congratulations, congratulations, you are really young and promising, and you have won the championship of the National Youth Taoist Elite Competition!" Zhang Wande, the son of Zhang Zhenren, stepped forward to Wu Fan and congratulated.

The staff picked up the tray and walked to Wu Fan's side, the red cloth covered on the tray bulged in the middle, but he didn't know what the mysterious prize was.

"Please President Zhao present the award to the champion Wu Fan!" said the Taoist Association officer.

However, after waiting for a long time, President Zhao didn't get up for a long time, he looked at the head of Longhu Mountain, and saw that the head Zhang Zhenren turned his head, pretending not to see it, so he had to say to the officer.

The secretary understood that President Zhao's anger had not subsided, so he could only do the award on his behalf, so he walked in front of Wu Fan.

"The prize is very mysterious, it's a copper bowl. With that, he lifted the red cloth, picked up something, and held it high.

Sure enough, it was a bowl, a copper bowl. Although it is a little old, it is still clean, the copper color is relatively distinct, and the surrounding area is carved with the true shape of the five mountains.

"Don't underestimate this copper bowl, it is a Taoist ritual vessel, and its name is the Five Elements Nectar Bowl. The secretary sold the guanzi, paused, and then said, "The Five Elements Nectar Bowl, as the name suggests, is a bowl that can receive nectar." Nectar, not ordinary nectar, but the aura in the air is attracted to the bowl and condensed into spiritual dew. Everyone is a cultivator, so you understand its value!"

As soon as the officer's words fell, there was a "boom-" sound, and the crowd in the audience broke out in surprise, cheers, and shook the world.

"Treasures, real treasures, capable of gathering aura. ”

"Valuable, no, priceless!"

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"Congratulations, Wu Fan, our new champion of this year's Huaxia National Youth Taoist Elite Competition!" The officer handed the bronze bowl to Wu Fan, with an expression of envy, jealousy and hatred on his face.

As soon as the copper bowl arrived in Wu Fan's hand, the Fengyue Treasure Book in his mind showed four lines of text:

The Five Elements Nectar Bowl, a mortal-level magic weapon, can condense the aura for spiritual dew. The spiritual dew is moist, sprinkled all over the emptiness, and the degree of indulgence is not stagnant in the cold abyss. This bowl was refined by Lu Dongbin, and with the help of this bowl, Lu Dongbin's cultivation was able to enter the realm quickly. In addition, Lu Dongbin's ingenuity can be expanded, so the Five Elements Nectar Bowl can continue to be refined and upgraded.

Wu Fan originally thought that this mysterious prize was not a big deal, but now he realized that it could be upgraded, and it was indeed a treasure.

After holding the copper bowl high and greeting the audience in all directions, Wu Fan stuffed the copper bowl into his trouser pocket, but his eyes saw that the long-haired old man was leaving.

"Long-haired old man, and slow!" Wu Fan saw that the long-haired old man looked over, but his face was full of doubts, and he said, "It's you, the long-haired old man of Jigongling, I still have an account to settle with you!" Wu Fan agitated his true anger and shouted loudly, and the sound spread throughout the square.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was surprised and quieted down, depending on which one Wu Fan was doing.

Wu Fan took out his mobile phone and raised his right hand high.

"My father's mother, Wu Shengliang, He Xiuzhen, cultivated in Jigongling Taoist Temple 22 years ago, and was murdered by this well-dressed beast long-haired old man, faked a car accident, and pushed off the cliff. The long-haired old man has admitted it himself, and I have recorded it in my mobile phone. Dare to ask, does the Taoist Association care about this matter?" Wu Fan said in a loud voice, word by word, pointing out the crimes of Changmao Lao Dao, and then involved the Taoist Association, intending to seek justice for his father and mother.

The audience was sensational again.

If this thing is true, it is a big scandal in the cultivation world of Huaxia Kingdom, which is definitely more sensational than Wu Fan's one-move victory, and even more sensational than the championship prize just now.

Huang Shuigen and Gu Xuanting stood on the edge of the VIP seat, looking at the middle of the arena, Wu Fan, who was standing proudly and proudly, was already teary-eyed.

Previously, Wu Fan only used one move to break the enemy, causing a sensation, and in the final finals, he still won the crown with one move, and the shock brought by it has not yet been recalled, and now, he actually broke out that he had the revenge of killing his father, and the enemy was the head of the generation of advanced cultivation, the long-haired Taoist of Jigongling.

Wu Fan stopped him this time, it seemed that he wanted to openly challenge and take revenge on the spot.

Yesterday, Wu Fan was very worried, it seems that it must be for this, and even he acted secretly, obtained direct evidence of the murder of his fellow disciples and his father and mother, and did a lot of things. Huang Gu and the others both cared about Wu Fan, but they did nothing, they couldn't share the slightest bit for him, and they felt guilty in their hearts.

A person bears the great enmity of his parents, the enemies see each other, they are very red-eyed, he can still be so calm, not impatient or impatient, how stoic he should be, he has no youthful impulsiveness at all, and he is self-willed, who knows how much pain he has endured.

"Wu Fan!" "Brother A Fan!" Huang Shuigen and Gu Xuanting both rushed forward a few steps together, calling out in their mouths, looking at Wu Fan with teary eyes, and their hearts ached.

Li Lan stepped forward quickly and stopped Huang Shuigen and Gu Xuanting. Obviously, Wu Fan's fighting spirit is monstrous at the moment, and he intends to fight with the long-haired old man endlessly, at this time, how can Wu Fan be distracted.

Zhang Shiqin was under the high platform, listening to it clearly, she couldn't bear it anymore at this time, and flew up to the high platform, wanting to see how things would develop up close. She wants to see Brother Wu, who is amazing and glamorous in her heart, how to be happy and revenge in the face of the enemy who killed his father.

Tang Meiying followed Zhang Shiqin and also flew onto the high platform. She looked at Wu Fan's eyes, full of resentment, she wanted to see with her own eyes, why is this wicked person who beat her brother into a cripple so arrogant, and next, it is best to end up miserable. I hate my low realm, otherwise, I will fight with him, break his legs, and take a bad breath for my brother.

Many leaders have heard the cause of the incident, and they thought that a young man with no door and no faction won the championship, this explosive news was shocking enough, but now there is more drama to come, and I am happy to wait and see.

Zhang Zhenren, the head of Longhu Mountain, was originally a landlord, and when there was a dispute on his own territory, he naturally had to mediate, but this was a grievance between the champion of the Xinke Elite Tournament and the Jigongling Taoist Temple, but it was not Longhushan's turn to intervene. What's more, there is also President Zhao of the Taoist Association present, if the head of Jigongling really murders his fellow disciples, it will be a scandal in the entire monastic community of Huaxia Kingdom, and it is the Taoist Association that should come forward.

President Zhao walked slowly, walked to the front desk, and turned to look at the long-haired old man.

"Master Liao, what Wu Fan said is true or false, you must come over and give an explanation. President Zhao said. The surname of the head of the Changmao Road in Jigongling is Liao, and Wu Fan only knew it at this time.

The long-haired old man was expressionless, snorted coldly, and walked over with his hands behind his back. When he walked, his true qi was drummed, and his whole body exuded a majestic and majestic atmosphere, a strong and majestic momentum. It seems that late last night, someone pretended to be a ghost and led him out, it must be this kid, it should be Wu Shengliang's son.

Five young Taoists hurriedly came up from the stage and hugged to the side of the long-haired old man, they were all one-color green sermon robes, and they were the disciples of the long-haired old man. The champion in front of him kept saying that their master was the murderer of his fellow disciples, so it is no wonder that during the group competition, he did not care about the feelings of his fellow villagers and injured one of their senior brothers with a heavy hand.

"Boy, you said that Ben Dao killed your father and mother, and the recording can also be used as evidence? In this era, even video recordings can be faked, let alone audio recordings. The long-haired old man let out his true qi and transmitted his voice to the entire square.

"Whether there is fraud or not, you will know as soon as you send it to the appraisal agency, but I don't want to be so troublesome, since I am in the ring, I am more willing to fight with you, a well-dressed beast, to the death!" Wu Fan said with contempt on his face.

"Bold, you little bastard, who is the well-dressed beast?!" the long-haired old man was scolded again, and he changed color. The long white hair on his left cheek was blown around.

"President Zhao, Zhang Zhenren, may I ask, if I kill this well-dressed beast to avenge my parents, will there be any legal consequences?" Wu Fan looked at Chairman Zhao and Zhang Zhenren, the head of Longhu Mountain, and asked.

"In the monastic world, as long as the two sides fight an open duel and settle it by force, the secular public security organs generally ignore it, unless one party kills people by criminal means in private. But in order to avoid disputes afterwards, it is best for both parties to sign a contract of life and death. President Zhao said loudly.

"Okay, I don't know if this well-dressed beast dares to sign a life and death contract, today's ending is either you die or I die. Wu Fan Senran said.

"If this way does not dare to fight today, and does not kill you, this way will not be able to live in the world without face in the future. The long-haired old man was completely enraged and responded to the battle. After fifty or sixty years of cultivation, if you can't even slap a junior who has a low realm and is only a junior of the first stage of enlightenment, you can't slap it to death with one palm, then you don't have to mix it up in the future, dig a pit and bury it yourself.