Zhang Muzhi knew that this game was his, but he did not leave the game immediately, but went in the direction of the old man.

"Grandpa, I won't make it difficult for you to clean him up."

The role of Wang He can be said to be one of the most hated characters when he chased Fan, so he prepared for this game to move his muscles.

"It's okay, just do what you do, if something happens, don't talk about your grandfather, even if it's an old man, I'll bear it for you."

Without waiting for the old heavenly master to answer, Lu Jin on the side answered him, Lu Jin had long been unaccustomed to this kid, looking like the king of heaven, but he was a junior, he was not good at what to say.

"Well, that's fine."

After receiving the answer, Zhang Muzhi turned around and was about to enter the venue.

"Prepare a stretcher for your grandson, I promise I won't kill him."

Passing by Wang Ai's side, Zhang Muzhi whispered to him.

"Boy, you ......"

If you change someone else, Wang Ai can still threaten two sentences, but Zhang Muzhi has no way at all, Zhang Muzhi himself is strong, and there is still a heavenly master standing behind him, he told Wang yesterday not to participate in the competition but he didn't listen.

"It's game on."

As soon as the game was announced, Zhang Muzhi appeared next to Wang He, slapped him in the face, and directly flew Wang He out several meters.

"Do you know who I am, you dare to be so dual."

Wang He got up from the ground with blood on the corner of his mouth, swollen cheeks, and said slurredly.

Zhang Muzhi didn't seem to hear him, and then stepped forward and gave him a 'heartwarming foot', this time the king did not fly, but rolled out like a ball on the ground, and before he stopped, Zhang Muzhi appeared in the direction he wanted to reach, and then took a kick to let him roll in another direction.

"This bastard."

Seeing his beloved grandson being kicked like a ball, Wang Ai almost fainted in the audience.

After kicking for a while, it seemed that he felt bored, Zhang Muzhi let Wang He roll to the side, and Wang He's face was swollen like a pig's head at this time, but whether he was seriously injured, the whole person was also very sober.

"I'll give you a chance to use all your skills."

Zhang Muzhi bent down and looked at Wang He lying on the ground.

Wang Ji's face was swollen like that at this moment, and he couldn't speak, so he just got up silently and used the spirit to detain the general, and directly said that a spirit body was forcibly attached to his body.

The face that had been swollen into a pig's head was also better, at least now I could see the human form.

"Feng Xingtong is wrong, he should obediently give me the snake fairy, you Zhang Muzhi is wrong, I don't plan to be a teacher on the day, I just want Tongtian Gong, you should fulfill me, Lu Jin, this old thing is also wrong, why take Tongtian Qi out as a prize, the master is also wrong, he shouldn't let me participate in the competition, but go directly to Lu Jin's old guy to ask for it, all of you are wrong, you shouldn't be against me, wrong, all wrong, there should be no disobedience to me in this world, and this world should be born to welcome me."

After not knowing what was on him, Wang He shouted heartbreakingly, and a powerful resentment emanated from his whole body.

Wang He's words made Zhang Muzhi feel disgusted, and it was also the first time that Zhang Muzhi had murderous intentions, so much so that he took out his long sword.

The momentum generated at the moment when he held the sword spread to all sides and directly dispersed the Qi on Wang Ji's body, and the people in the entire venue felt the cold and piercing killing intent.

"I'm rubbing, Brother Mu, is this going to kill all of us?"

Feeling this rushing killing intent, Zhang Chulan said worriedly, and at the same time, what he said was exactly what others wanted to say.

"Heavenly Master, this bastard boy shouldn't really want to kill that little ghost here?"

Although he was shrouded in killing intent, Lu Jin naturally didn't worry that Zhang Muzhi was going to kill him, but he was a little worried that he would really kill Wang He.

The Heavenly Master didn't answer Lu Jin's words, and he didn't know if Zhang Muzhi would kill Wang He, because Zhang Muzhi was very sensible since he was a child, and he knew what to do and what not to do, and he never let him worry about it.

"Heavenly Master, the old man begs you to let your grandson's subordinates show mercy and let our boy go."

Others are not worried, Wang Ai can't help but worry, that is his most beloved great-grandson, for the sake of his great-grandson, he still pulled down his old face and walked to the old master to plead.

"Muzhi, forget it, just teach him a lesson, and leave him alive."

Since the old guys have come to intercede, this face still has to be given, the old heavenly master got up and said to Zhang Muzhi in the audience.

Carrying the sword, he turned around and glanced at the old heavenly master on the stage, it was true that he wanted to finish off the king with a sword just now, and now the old man has stood up to speak, the old man can't help but give face, and after taking the sword back, Zhang Muzhi continued the previous way of fighting.

However, the strength of this attack is much higher than before, not all of a sudden to Wang He left some internal injuries, not a year and a half This guy can not be alive, during which Wang He wants to surrender, where will Zhang Muzhi give him a chance to interrupt him every time he wants to speak, until Wang He is knocked out alive, this game is over.

When he walked to the exit, he naturally met Wang Ai, who came to pick up his grandson, and Zhang Muzhi didn't even look at him.

went directly back to the viewing platform and found Feng Baobao. Because there are only four people left in the next game, he, Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan, and Zhang Lingyu.

"Feng Baobao, let's just quit the game, let this kid compare with Zhang Lingyu, don't think about helping him get Zhang Lingyu, that's the test left by grandpa."

said his thoughts straight to the point, and at the same time reminded Feng Baobao not to think about what means to do in the finals.

"Oh, yes."

Feng Baobao looked at Zhang Chulan, nodded and agreed to Zhang Muzhi's proposal, and followed him to find the Heavenly Master and tell the two of them their decision, and they were all more than ten people who had reached this point, and they naturally saw the true purpose of this Luo Tian Da Jiao, and they no longer objected, so Luo Tian Da Jiao was only left with the final between Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu.

After doing all this, Zhang Muzhi felt relaxed, it was really troublesome, for the old man to prepare for Zhang Chulan, this Luo Tian Dajiao His grandson did not contribute less, in fact, in his opinion, it is nothing to pass on the position of Heavenly Master to Zhang Lingyu, that guy is a little lacking in personality, and he is better than Zhang Chulan for the Heavenly Master's Mansion, but no matter how good he is, he can't compare to the plot of Second Uncle Mi, and the aura of the protagonist is enough to sweep away all obstacles.

Enjoying the warm sunshine, before he knew it, he was really asleep.

He didn't wake up until two outsiders inadvertently walked up to him.

A white-haired old man and a middle-aged man with facial paralysis carefully searched their memories, and he recognized these two people, who were friends of the old heavenly master.