Under one person: I am alone, and I dominate the world

Chapter 27 Invite Master Liu Kunsheng from the Immortal Family!
I have already left the customs, there will be no second Jiashen Rebellion!

Hearing Zhang Taichu's arrogant and domineering words, Wang Ye couldn't raise any doubts in his heart.

He faced Zhang Taichu with his back to him, and bowed his head again: "Since the senior said so, the junior will believe it!"

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

Wang also sensed his own condition and said gratefully: "I was in the inner scene before, and my soul was trapped, causing the aura to be disordered and unable to control myself."

"Fortunately, my predecessor rescued me. Now my qi breath has calmed down. The wound on my soul can be repaired after a period of recuperation, but there are not too many problems."

"Your Majesty, thank Master Taichu again."

Hearing this, Zhang Taichu nodded, with a little emotion in his eyes, "Don't be grateful, speaking of it, I still owe you Wudang a favor, and I will visit again when I have the opportunity."

"However, Xiao Wang also, don't count me in the inner scene from now on, or if something goes wrong next time, someone will come to rescue you."

Wang Ye shook his head bitterly: "Senior is mysterious, I dare not forget what I say."

Wang also paused, but he couldn't bear to ask after all: "Senior, boy, I know I can't figure it out, so can you please tell me what happened in the past?"

Zhang Taichu smiled happily: "You really want to know that much?"

Wang also nodded, with strong curiosity in his eyes.

Zhang Taichu raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, yes, but I would like to ask you to do me a small favor."

Wang Ye's expression froze, and he was a little puzzled. He thought to himself where he could help with the height and depth of the real man in the early days.
The corner of Zhang Taichu's mouth curled up, revealing a smile.

Under the moonlit night.

The two had a long conversation.

Zhang Taichu didn't leave until the bright moon moved westward and the sky was dawning.

Wang also stood at the door of the hut, bid farewell to Zhang Taichu.

Recalling the previous conversation, now that he knows the truth of the past, when he looks at the back of the other party, he is full of reverence!
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Longhushan, the martial arts arena.

Luo Tiandajiao's competition on the second day arrived as scheduled.

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

He swayed in front, whistling as he did so, and seemed to be free and easy. He found a seat in the auditorium and sat down.

On the contrary, Zhang Lingyu, who was behind him, had a faint blush on his fair face, and even his long white hair was a little messy, exuding a faint smell of alcohol.

After a night of hangover, he was pushed and shaken awake by his master. He also lost most of his memory of everything he experienced after being drunk last night.

But in the ambiguity, I still remember some fragments.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clenched his palms tightly, his face flushed even more, but he could only force himself to temporarily suppress his thoughts and concentrate on the game.

at the same time.

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 arena, but cast their eyes on Zhang Taichu faintly.

It can be said that they still have fresh memories of this mysterious Taoist who appeared yesterday.

The master’s junior brother, who had not appeared for many years, reprimanded the ten men in person. He looked young but seemed to be a hundred-year-old monster. Breaking through a realm at will can lead to terrifying thunder disasters——

One of these things alone can make them feel horrified.

And these things are all concentrated on one person!

It can be said that in the hearts of all the strangers who participated in this Luotian Festival, Zhang Taichu has surpassed all the seed players and high-level masters, and has become the most impressive person in their memories!

What's more, he was already passing this news to his family, trying to dig out more information about Zhang Taichu, but within a short time, there was no reply.

Zhang Taichu didn't seem to care about the unseen gazes from around the auditorium. He leaned back on the chair, half-closed his eyes, and didn't pay attention to the competition going on 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 about, and he didn't sleep all night.

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

It wasn't Zhang Lingyu's turn yet, so he lowered his head indifferently and closed his eyes to rest.

On another seat not far away.

The place where the old master and others are located.

Looking at the junior brother and Zhang Lingyu who had arrived, they especially noticed the blush on Zhang Lingyu's face.

Zhang Zhiwei frowned, there was always an unspeakable weirdness in his heart, and he couldn't help wondering, where did they go to practice last night?
Lu Jin and Feng Zhenghao on the side also couldn't help but silently looked at Zhang Taichu.

Time goes by and several rounds of competition pass.

But finally there is an eye-catching game about to take place.

Both sides of the war have backgrounds.

One is the son of Feng Zhenghao, Feng Xingtong.

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

The two seeded contestants were arranged to fight together. This match attracted the attention of many people.

"Mr. Feng, it's your son Xiaotong's turn to play in this game. How do you feel? How do you feel?" Lu Jin joked to Feng Zhenghao who was beside him.

"Don't call me that, you can just call me Feng Zhenghao." Feng Zhenghao shook his head with a smile: "This kid, I didn't expect him to make me look good."

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

Feng Zhenghao knew in his heart that this competition was probably the least stressful one for his son Feng Xingtong.

Because the brother horse among the so-called northeast shamans is fighting with the help of the spirit that has become the climate.

But the Juling Dispatch General inherited from his Feng family can suppress the spirits and souls of the world and use them for himself!
At this time, in the arena.

Deng Youfu, in a suit, with his hair combed back, and gold-rimmed glasses.

After forcing Feng Xingtong back with one punch, he shook his fist, but he planned to summon his Baojiaxian.

"Feng Xingtong, I have long heard that your family has the secret art of arresting spirits, which can control several elves at the same time. I saw it today, and I really have some knowledge."

"Our northeastern brother Ma is different from you. He will only cooperate with one person in his life, and will even devote generations of efforts and lives to this!"

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

As Deng Youfu said, his whole body's aura changed, and suddenly, there was a black energy lingering around his body.

He made a gesture with both hands, and muttered: "Young Ma Youfu, the third generation younger brother of the Deng family——please invite Master Liu Kunsheng of Changbai Mountain, upper body!"

As soon as the words fell, there was indeed a monstrous monster aura surging up, attracting an existence in the dark to the scene!
(End of this chapter)