Under one person: As one person, I can dominate the world

Under the moonlit night sky, Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye sat on a stone, blowing in the late night breeze.

Wang Ye said casually: "You can't sleep."

"Yes." Zhang Chulan nodded and said softly: "Master Wang, you haven't slept either. I didn't see you at the bonfire party tonight."

Wang Ye: "I made some mistakes in my practice yesterday. I'm still practicing. If I don't face Zhuge Qing tomorrow, I'll be in danger."

Zhang Chulan said in surprise: "I thought Taoist Wang had no desires, but I didn't expect that he would take the outcome of the Luotian Dajiao very seriously."

Wang Ye said: "How can there be a truly desireless person? There are many reasons for the desire to win or lose."

"Just like you, Zhang Chulan, why did you come to participate in the Luotian Dajiao? Why do you want to win?"

Zhang Chulan said bitterly: "Don't you all know that my grandfather died for no apparent reason, and I was left with an unknown old farmer who was entrusted with it, and was regarded as the source of the Qi body by the alien world. "

"I came here to Longhu Mountain to find the answer with all my doubts, but the Heavenly Master insisted that I defeat the Luotian Dajiao before he would tell me."

As he spoke, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "With my meager strength, I'm afraid I can only be a running companion."

Wang Ye raised his eyebrows and said, "Zhang Chulan, you are not weak."

"On the contrary, you obviously have a power that is considered powerful among the younger generation, but you still like to hide yourself."

"You know, after spending the past few days with you, the feeling you give me is always a bit unreal, or in other words, there is a huge difference between your appearance and your heart."

Zhang Chulan's body trembled. He originally raised his head to look at Mingyue, but instead looked at Wang Ye's side face.

Wang Ye continued minding his own business: "No matter who you face, Zhang Chulan, you can always put on the most correct posture and make the most advantageous choice, walking on thin ice with caution, as if you are disguising yourself every moment."

"Aren't you tired?"

Zhang Chulan's pupils narrowed, and the palms that were originally resting on the rock were bowed and clenched. The restrained Qi breath in his body unexpectedly leaked out uncontrollably at this moment, blowing up a wisp of breeze.

Wang Ye shook his head and said: "I don't know your past, but in my eyes, you don't have to be like this at the moment."

"Sometimes if you are bolder, more relaxed, and more magnanimous, the results may be very good. At least you will save a lot of unnecessary worries."

"Master Tian is your master, Master Taichu is also your master. If I were protected by these two people, I'm afraid my tail would have been raised to the sky. What are you afraid of?"

Zhang Chulan lowered his head and fell into a sluggish state. The harsh rebuke from Zhang Taichu yesterday suddenly appeared in his heart.

On his side, Wang Ye yawned, stood up, brushed the dust from his buttocks with his sleeves, stretched and said: "Yesterday, I had a fortune telling, and I almost lost it, if not for it. Master Taichu, my life is not guaranteed."

"There are still many good people on Longhu Mountain, and there are also many people who care about you."

"You say so, Zhang Chulan."

After saying that, Wang Ye waved his sleeves again, walked towards the distance with lazy steps, and quickly disappeared into the shadows.

Zhang Chulan, who had been sitting there, his eyes trembling, recalling Wang Ye's sudden conversation tonight.

And at the end, when the other party suddenly mentioned Taichu Zhenren, his mind was shocked and he immediately heard the profound meaning.

"Master——" Zhang Chulan murmured, raised his head, looked at the bright stars and moon, and was speechless for a long time.

——

The moon sets and the sun rises, and a new day arrives.

It also heralds the start of the third day of the Luotian Dajiao.

Outside the martial arts arena, people continued to gather from all directions. Some of them were hungover all night in the bonfires, and some had no sleep all night.

But without exception, everyone's face looked full of energy, especially the contestants who had reached this stage, their hearts were surging, just waiting to show off their skills.

Zhang Taichu, who had practiced Xuantian Qi for a whole night, got up early, called his disciple Zhang Lingyu, and walked all the way to the martial arts field.

But during this process, he was keenly aware that something was wrong with Zhang Lingyu.

"Disciple, did something happen to you last night?" Zhang Taichu, who was walking in front, asked casually.

"Ah?" Zhang Lingyu, who was immersed in memories, came back to his senses, paused, and couldn't help but said: "Master, was my performance so obvious?"

Zhang Taichu said cheerfully: "You kid, you have lowered your head and blushed since you left home. You don't have your thoughts written all over your face."

When Zhang Lingyu heard this, her face flushed even more, and in the end she could only hesitantly tell everything that happened last night.

Zhang Taichu, who understood the cause and effect, had a strange smile on his face, and then he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, let me tell you, you have a talent for dancing, and you are worthy of being my disciple of Zhang Taichu." Zhang Taichu said with joy after regaining his composure.

Zhang Lingyu's hands hidden in the Taoist robe were tightened, her cheeks under her white hair were already flushed, and even her walking posture seemed awkward.

Seeing this, Zhang Taichu said cheerfully: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's better to enjoy it alone than to enjoy it with everyone. Isn't it wonderful that you call it "having fun with everyone"."

"I'll wait until my teacher takes you down the mountain to practice a few more times, and you'll get used to it."

When Zhang Lingyu heard this, her body stiffened and she wrinkled into a bitter face.

"Ah! There's a next time?!"

——

As the competition began, many people sat densely in the auditorium of the martial arts arena.

At this stage of the competition, all those who can stay are outstanding people, but there is one player who is a pure surprise in everyone's hearts.

"This Zhang Chulan actually managed to get through to this day!"

"Damnable Buyao Bilian!"

"Don't worry, everyone, his opponent today is Tang Wenlong of the Tang Sect. He is not a master who will be fooled!"

"Zhang Chulan met Tang Wenlong today, and he deserved it, bah!"

"Made, I bet all my wealth on Zhang Chulan's defeat!"

When it was time for Zhang Chulan's competition, the atmosphere in the auditorium changed. The noisy voices were full of doubts and reprimands.

Zhang Taichu and Zhang Lingyu sat on one side of the seats, just watching this scene silently.

In such an atmosphere, Zhang Chulan, who was wearing universal work clothes, put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked onto the scene.

Opposite him was Tang Wenlong, who was tall and difficult to provoke at first sight.

"Haha, Zhang Chulan, did you hear that? The audience here is telling you to get lost." Tang Wenlong raised a sarcastic smile on his lips, feeling that he already had a chance to win.

Zhang Chulan was speechless, as if he didn't hear this.

That serious and calm expression was even more different from the exaggerated and pretentious expression he showed two days ago.

After walking onto the field, he began to scan the surrounding auditoriums. After seeing the Zhang Taichu he was looking for, his body froze, but he did not avoid his gaze anymore.

Instead, he lowered his hands and bowed in the direction of Zhang Taichu.

"Master Taichu, I will show the attitude you want to see."

Zhang Chulan whispered.