I'm out of the customs, so there's no way there's a second Jiashen rebellion!

Listening to Zhang Taichu's arrogant and domineering words, Wang Ye's heart couldn't raise any doubts.

He faced Zhang Taichu, who was facing away from him, and bowed his head again: "Since the seniors say so, the juniors will believe it!" ”

"Hmm." Zhang Taichu gently agreed, turned around again, looked at Wang Ye and said, "I felt something in my heart tonight, so I came to save you, how do you feel now, but there is still a big problem?" ”

Wang also sensed his own state and said gratefully: "I was in the inner scene before, and my soul was trapped, causing my breath to be disordered, and I couldn't control myself. ”

"Fortunately, my predecessors rescued me, and now that Qi Xi has healed, the wounds on my soul can be repaired after a few days of recuperation, but there are not too many problems."

"Wang Ye, thank you again for the original Zhenren."

Hearing this, Zhang Taichu nodded, and a little emotion appeared in his eyes, "Don't be grateful, speaking of which, I still owe you a favor to Wudang, and I will visit again if I have the opportunity in the future." ”

"However, Xiao Wang, don't count me in that interior scene in the future, otherwise next time something goes wrong, someone will come to save you."

Wang Ye shook his head bitterly: "The predecessors are mysterious, and I don't dare to say anything anymore." ”

Wang also paused, but after all, he couldn't help but ask: "Senior, boy, I know that I can't calculate, so can you please tell me in person, what happened in the past?" ”

Zhang Taichu smiled happily: "You just want to know so much? ”

Wang also nodded, his eyes showing intense curiosity.

Zhang Taichu raised his eyebrows: "Yes, but I also ask you to do me a small favor." ”

Wang Ye's face was stunned, and he was a little puzzled, thinking that with the profound cultivation realm of the Taichu Zhenren, where could he help?

The corners of Zhang Taichu's mouth hooked, revealing a smile.

Under the moonlit night.

The two had a long talk.

It wasn't until the bright moon moved westward and the sky was already dawning that Zhang Taichu left.

Wang also stood at the door of the hut and bowed goodbye to Zhang Taichu.

Recalling the previous conversation, he knew the truth of the past at this moment, and when he looked at the back of the other party's departure, he was full of reverence!

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Dragon and Tiger Mountain, martial arts field.

The competition on the second day of Luo Tiandajiao arrived as scheduled.

It wasn't until halfway through the first game that Zhang Taichu led Zhang Lingyu to appear at the martial arts scene.

He staggered in front of him, whistling as he spoke, but he seemed free, and found a seat in the viewing seat.

Zhang Lingyu behind him, with a faint flush on his fair face, and even his long white hair was a little messy, exuding a faint smell of wine.

After a night of hangover, he was still woken up by his master, and he lost most of his memory of everything he experienced after he was drunk last night.

But in the blur, there are still some fragments.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but clench his palms, and his face flushed even more, but he could only force himself to temporarily suppress his thoughts and concentrate on the game.

Meanwhile.

The moment the two appeared, they immediately attracted the attention of many people present.

The aliens from various sects didn't even care about the ongoing battle in the field, but faintly, they all set their eyes on Zhang Taichu.

For this mysterious Taoist who appeared yesterday, they can be said to remember it vividly.

The junior brother who has not appeared for many years reprimanded the ten guys in person, looking young but suspected of being a hundred-year-old monster, breaking through a realm at will can attract a terrifying thunderstorm-

One of these things alone can make them feel horrified.

And these things are concentrated in one person!

It can be said that in the hearts of all the people who participated in this Luo Tian Dajiao, Zhang Taichu surpassed a group of seeded players and high-ranking bigwigs, and became the most impressive person in their memory!

What's more, he has been passing on the news to his family, wanting to dig out more information about Zhang Taichu, but in a short time, there has been no response.

Zhang Taichu didn't seem to care about the eyes around the auditorium, leaning back on the back chair, half-squinting, and not paying attention to the ongoing competition in the battlefield.

Last night, he took Lingyu down the mountain to practice for a while, and after going up the mountain, he ran to Wang Ye's house to toss and toss, and he didn't sleep all night.

After dawn, he directly woke up the hangover Zhang Lingyu, and followed him over to see the martial arts arena.

At this moment, it was not Zhang Lingyu's turn to play, but he lowered his head indifferently and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Not far from another seat.

The place where the Heavenly Master and the others are.

looked at the junior brother and Zhang Lingyu who arrived belatedly, and especially noticed the flushed appearance on Zhang Lingyu's face.

Zhang Zhiwei frowned, there was always an indescribable weirdness in his heart, and he couldn't help but wonder, where did they go to practice last night?

Lu Jin and Feng Tianyang, who were on the side, also couldn't help it, and looked at Zhang Taichu silently.

Time passed, and several rounds passed.

But there is finally a high-profile game to be played.

Both warring sides have a history.

One is the son of Ten Guys Feng Zhenghao, Feng Xingtong.

One is the descendant of the Northeast Shaman Immortal Family, Deng Youfu.

The two seeded players were scheduled to play together, and this match attracted the attention of many people.

"Mr. Feng, in this game, it's your son Xiaotong's turn to play, how is it? How does it feel? Lu Jin joked to Feng Zhenghao beside him.

"Don't call me that, just call me Feng Zhenghao." Feng Zhenghao smiled and shook his head: "This kid, I didn't expect him to give me any face." ”

But having said that, there was no concern in his eyes.

Feng Zhenghao knew in his heart that this competition was probably the most stress-free for his son Feng Xingtong.

Because the so-called younger horses among the shamans in the Northeast are fighting with the help of the elves who have become the climate.

And the spirit of detention inherited by his Feng family can suppress the soul of the world and use it for his own use!

At this time, the arena.

Deng Youfu, who was dressed in a suit, combed his back and wore gold-rimmed glasses.

After he forced Feng Xingtong back with one punch, he shook his fist, but he was going to summon his own Baojia Immortal.

"Feng Xingtong, I have long heard that your family has a secret art to restrain the spirit general, and it can control several elves at the same time.

"Our Northeast brother Ma, but unlike you, we will only cooperate with one person in our lives, and we will even pay several generations of hard work and lives for this!"

"Then next, let you see, the one who has served my family for many years!"

Deng Youfu said, his whole body changed, and suddenly, a black qi lingered around his body.

He pinched the trick with both hands and chanted the words: "The little third-generation brother of the Deng family, Ma Youfu-please Uncle Liu Kunsheng of Changbai Mountain, upper body!" ”

As soon as the words fell, there was indeed a monstrous demonic aura surging, luring an existence in the underworld to the scene!