Simultaneous time travel: Am I the only normal person?

There were many people sitting in the stands of the stadium.

In his debut battle, Luke violently beat Jia Zhengliang, who held twelve immortal-killing flying knives, proving that his strength was indeed as rumored.

Zhuge Qing held his chin with one hand and put his other hand on his brother's head.

Zhuge Bai is in a depressed mood. He lost the first round yesterday.

In addition to the two of them, there are many acquaintances here.

Taoist Master Wang Ye, Zhang Chulan and his group, Lu Jiaban, Zhenren Lingyu, people from the Tianxiahui.

Although this is the last game of the day, it is understandable that everyone has nothing to do and comes to take a look.

However, four of the ten guys came. Isn’t this a bit outrageous?

Wang Ai let it go, after all, the opponent below was his great-grandson.

However, Feng Zhenghao, Lao Tianshi, and Lu Jin, as ten members, do they have so much free time?

"The eighth game, Luke versus Kingpin, begins!"

After the Taoist priest made the announcement, he jumped to the stands to guard in case something unexpected happened.

Wang Bing didn't care. His grandfather said that everything had been arranged.

As long as he goes through with it, the Tongtianlu will be his!

"Hey, why don't you just vote?"

Before the word "surrender" could be uttered, there was a bang!

Wang Ai tightened his grip on the crutches.

Luke punched Wang Bing in the abdomen, and the majestic force caused him to plunge into the wall of the stands.

Kicked his legs, he was still alive.

Even so, Wang Ai's amiable fake smile could no longer be maintained, and his crutches were cracked.

"Young people are weak in kung fu and don't have good control over their strength."

The Heavenly Master said with a smile, Lu Jin agreed, and Feng Zhenghao also said that what the Heavenly Master said was correct.

Wang Ai looked gloomy and had no choice but to sit still.

Wang Bing pushed hard with both hands and pulled himself out.

His body shook, his mind was a little dizzy, and he spurted out two mouthfuls of blood.

Covering his mouth, Wang Bing cursed:

"asshole!"

"Damn it."

Before I finished speaking, bang!

Another punch!

But this time he didn't get stuck in the wall. The dark Qi flowed like smoke, and an unknown spirit held him back.

The eight magical skills that Wang Ai snatched back then, Ju Ling Sen Jiang, can manipulate souls and use some of their abilities for his own use.

You can also swallow spirits and obtain small permanent enhancements.

Just like what Wang Bing did now, he swallowed the spirit he carried with him in one gulp, his face softened slightly, and a steady stream of throwing tiles poured into his body.

There was no concern for Ling's wailing, and Wang Bing's eyes showed enjoyment.

"Originally, I am happy today and want to keep you a dog."

"Uh-huh!"

A big golden palm slapped down, and a palm-shaped deep pit appeared on the ground.

Wang Bing lay in pain and wailed, feeling that his body was about to be broken into pieces.

How can it be? !

Why?

Why does it hurt so much?

Why did he use Ju Ling to dispatch generals but it still had no effect?

Wang Bing was hysterical inside.

But the reality is that he is no match for Luke at all.

He couldn't even take a casual blow from Luke.

"Wang Bing, surrender quickly!"

After all, Wang Ai couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and shouted.

Others were a little scared when they saw Wang being beaten three times by Luke.

Guigui, this kind of pervert was fortunately not encountered by them.

"Grandpa, hurry him up...?"

Wang Bing was stunned by this big dick.

When he heard his grandfather talking, he subconsciously wanted to ask him to kill Luke who attacked him.

However, if you want to admit defeat, it’s not that cheap!

Luke walked up to the king with a smile on his face.

Looking at Wang Ai across from him, Wang Ai stared at him closely, his eyes as ferocious as a man-eating tiger.

Lift your feet and come down!

Wang Bing spurted blood and stopped moving.

If I take this step, I'm afraid I will end up with half of my body paralyzed.

"How brave!"

Wang Ai was very angry.

Wang Bing is the only one in his lineage. If something happens, the Wang family will be gone in the future!

Or should I say, his Wang family is gone!

Black mist-like ominous Qi surged, and the crutch in his hand was crushed into powder.

With his legs strong, Wang Ai rushed into the competition venue regardless of his identity and competition rules.

Luke didn't hide, and just watched Wang Ai rushing towards him, looking like he was going to fight for his life.

The corners of his mouth quirked up.

Seeing that the old dog was about to bite, he kicked me again.

Wang Bing was kicked directly towards the attacking Wang Ai.

Wang Ai's expression changed drastically, and he immediately stopped his strength, and the black mist dissipated.

However, with this approach, it is easy for the Qi movement to go awry, causing Qi and blood to surge, and a rusty smell to rise into the throat.

But it was okay, Wang Ai caught his precious great-grandson.

Wang Ai's hands were shaking slightly, Wang Bing was about to die.

The meridians in the body are disordered, the bones are displaced, and the internal organs must have been injured.

Even if he is cured, he will only be treated the same as Mr. Tian for the rest of his life.

No, it was even worse than Mr. Tian. After all, the one he just kicked hit his head.

"Mr. Wang, outsiders are not allowed to enter the competition. Please come back. We will send you for treatment."

The Taoist priest on the side came over to persuade.

Sure enough, people still have to look at their status.

In the original work, the fate of the younger generation of aliens is "It's a competition now, you can't enter", and then they are kicked out directly.

But now, it has become "please come back."

Wang Ai said nothing, raised his hand, the pen and ink slipped from his sleeves, and he sketched out the words.

A spirit that looked like an elf but was not pure appeared. Wang Ai grabbed the drawn "spirit" and stuffed the "spirit" into Wang Bing's body with the spirit-binding general.

But it still doesn't have much effect. Although Shentu is good, it can never be fake.

Since fake ones have no effect, then use the real ones to save my grandson’s life!

"Mr. Wang, you better go first!"

thump--

The Taoist priest knelt on the ground, and Wang Ai grabbed him with one hand, black mist surged, and held his spirit and sent his generals. The spirit that was drawn out included three human souls and seven souls.

The black mist was rolling and surging, and Luke didn't stop me, so I just watched and rescued him.

In front of the Taoist Priest of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, and even in front of the old Tianshi, you old dog really doesn’t want to live anymore!

"Wang Ai, you have crossed the line."

The old Heavenly Master narrowed his eyes, rushed to the scene in the blink of an eye, and held Wang Ai down with one hand.

The golden light surged, the black mist subsided, and the old master's hand continued to increase strength.

As a last resort, Wang Ai let go.

The Taoist priest fell to the ground, his pupils dilated and his eyes dull.

Just for a moment, he wouldn't be able to regain his strength without recovering his energy for a few months.

The old Heavenly Master signaled with his eyes, and several Taoist priests waiting at the scene hurried over to carry the stretcher, and carefully lifted Wang Bing onto the stretcher.

"Now that you are in the ring, you must be prepared to get injured, Wang Ai, don't break the rules."

Is my grandson injured?

He is completely useless!

Wang Ai was silent, and the Heavenly Master ignored this guy, raised his head, and announced loudly.

"Winner, the way..."

"etc!"

Wang Ai interrupted.

"My grandson hasn't given up yet!"

Everyone in the stands was stunned. Your great-grandson was hanging with only one breath left, so you still want him to continue fighting?

Meeting a grandpa like you is such a blessing.

"So the game isn't over yet, but I'm here to fight for my grandson!"

As soon as Wang Ai said these words, the others couldn't help but were speechless.

No, you are a tough guy and you want to fight with a junior?

Is it really shameless?

Moreover, we can understand why people ask immortals to fight for them, but is it possible that they can still ask others to fight for them now?

That Luotian Dajiao is worse than shit!

"Wang Ai, you are being unreasonable."

The old master's tone was slightly colder.

You just touched my disciple, and now you want to break my rules again. Am I being too generous?

"Luke, as long as you agree, the outcome of this competition will be determined by my Wang family's Ju Lingqian!"

"It's not the incomplete Juling Commander in the hands of the Tianxiahui, but the Juling Commander who has mastered the method of swallowing spirits!"

Wang Ai's eyes showed a fierce look, and at this time, he had lost his mind.

He can even do such ridiculous things.

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