Chapter 250 An unexpected surprise
The afternoon game went on as scheduled.

Tianshi came over to this side of the competition area to watch. Zhang Chulan's opponent was Wang Bing, the third generation direct descendant of the Wang family. Under Wang Ai's strict and almost perverted training for many years, he had a gloomy and vicious personality.

Before the game, he received secret support from Wang Ai, who temporarily gave him the soul of a Wang family sage and ordered him to attack Zhang Chulan with all his strength, causing the more serious injuries the better, not giving him any chance to breathe in the next game.

A violent shadow appeared out of nowhere, holding a large black mace, and exuding a strong murderous aura with every move.

"Zi la la!"

Zhang Chulan was in a desperate situation, his adrenaline soaring. He dared not hide his weakness any longer and stimulated all the potential in his body. The incandescent palm thunder burst out in an instant, and a fierce fight with Wang Bing began.

"Boom!"

This game lasted nearly twenty minutes and was full of energy.

The soul of Wang Jiaqiang that was detained in the world was extremely powerful. He was a famous master in his lifetime and was born in troubled times. Even though he was defeated by the Quanxing monster at that time, the remaining combat experience he had was far beyond the reach of a junior like Zhang Chulan.

Each of its moves was brutal and concise. At one point, it shattered and dimmed Zhang Chulan's golden light. His left arm was almost broken, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard.

Wang Bing's Qi was consumed crazily. He could not bear the strength of this evil spirit. His face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, black blood kept flowing out of his nostrils, and his brain was heavy and painful as if he had a high fever. After only twenty minutes of fighting, he was so weak that he was completely different from before.

Looking at the evil spirit approaching step by step with his mace, Zhang Chulan, who was exhausted, was suddenly enveloped by the illusion of death. He gasped for breath, secretly gathering the Qi in his body, preparing for a fight to the death.

"boom!"

At this moment, Wang Bing, who was standing in the distance, was the first to collapse and fell straight to the ground. The evil spirit disappeared in an instant, turning into wisps of black mist and flying back into his body.

Zhang Chulan, who had just narrowly escaped the brink of death, had a pounding heart and his pupils dilated and contracted, obviously having been frightened.

"The winner is Zhang Chulan!!!" the referee shouted loudly, and the whole audience was stunned. They didn't expect that this frivolous boy could actually defeat Wang Bing, who came from a prominent family.

Wang Ai, who was sitting in the audience far away, was greatly shocked by this scene. He held the cane tightly in his right hand and cursed in a low voice:

"waste!"

"a shame!"

"Fatty, he is your grandson after all. It's good enough that he can do this."

Lu Ci spoke to comfort him, with a smile on his face, and said:
"Even if Zhang Chulan's arm was protected by the golden light before, it must have been painful to take that blow head-on. Even if he wasn't disabled, it would have been broken. Moreover, his Qi has been exhausted. He only has one night to rest. Do you think he can win tomorrow?"

"Humph! This remnant will fall into my hands sooner or later."

"Mr. Wang, calm down. There are more important things to worry about right now."

Feng Zhenghao on the side interrupted and expressed his concerns:

"According to the current situation, Zhang Chulan will definitely lose tomorrow, which is contrary to the intention of the Tianshi to hold the conference. Do you think the Tianshi Mansion will sit and wait for death tonight?"

"If we do something behind the scenes to eliminate Gu Liang, it's not impossible."

Regarding his concerns, Lu Ci frowned and thought: "That being said, President Feng, think about it..."

"Zhang Zhiwei organized this conference just to legitimately bring Zhang Chulan under his wing and protect him?"

"Nowadays, major events in the alien world are basically decided and negotiated by the leaders of our ten alien forces. Even this Luotian Grand Ceremony is the same. The problem is that Zhang Chulan has already gone up the mountain. Do you think Zhang Zhiwei still cares whether he wins or loses?"

"If we win, it will be fair and square, and we can shut up everyone. No one will dare to attack the next Heavenly Master directly. But if we lose, it will not affect Zhang Zhiwei's decision to not let Zhang Chulan go down the mountain. Even if he has to work as a handyman on the mountain for the rest of his life, as long as the Heavenly Master is still alive, no one will dare to embarrass Zhang Chulan on Longhu Mountain."

"Besides, a great Taoist of the Tiantong Sect attacked an unknown junior. Not to mention whether the Tianshi Mansion still has any face left, just based on the person of Zhang Zhiwei, I don't think he would do such a ridiculous thing."

"Mr. Lu, you are right." Feng Zhenghao said in a humble manner, as if he was being taught.

"You two, you have considered everything carefully. Let's not talk about whether the Heavenly Master will take action, but if someone else takes action, it's hard to say."

Wang Ai smiled coldly and said, "We should send someone to check on Gu Liang later and ask him to come over tonight to talk to us. We can't let anything go wrong like this."

"Zhang Chulan's defeat is certain. Since Zhang Zhiwei wants to protect him, let him do it. I want to see how many years he has left to live. Can he protect him for a while, or for a lifetime?"

"Then we'll do as you say." Feng Zhenghao agreed, and Lu Ci had no objection.

Towards evening, all the matches of the third round were over, and the players who advanced from the cathode zone were Lu Lin and Zhang Lingyu.

tomorrow.

The four contestants will fight for the position of Heavenly Master.

Quan Xing, who had been inactive, made the company's secretly deployed personnel increasingly aware that something was wrong, and the entire Tianshi Mansion was filled with an oppressive feeling as if a storm was about to come.

At night, in order to avoid any accidents, Lu Jin called Lu Linglong and her friends over in advance, and placed a wisp of his innate Qi on their clothes. If anything abnormal happened, he could teleport instantly.

Seventy years have passed. Even though he is practicing the same technique, compared with his uncle's exaggerated distance of crossing continents and oceans, the range he can reach is only within a few hundred miles.

Afterwards, he dispersed everyone and had a secret conversation with Tianshi and Tian Jinzhong. Among the three, only Old Tian was an ordinary person, and his clothes were also attached with a trace of Qi by Lu Jin.

"If you are in danger, remember to call me."

"Wow! Old Lu, that's great! I have one too!"

Tian Jinzhong couldn't stop laughing, but a warm feeling surged in his heart, and he thanked repeatedly.

The few of them have a good relationship and have known each other for most of their lives. In the event that Quan Xing might attack the mountain, Lu Jin can only assist his old friend and make as many preparations as possible.

"Tomorrow is the final, Lao Zhang, if that kid can win, have you really decided to give him the degree?" Lu Jin knew very well what this meant. Looking at the handover of Heavenly Masters throughout the ages, once the degree was passed on, the previous generation of Heavenly Master would pass away within a few years, and even the longest time would only be eight years.

If he had not been ordained, Zhang Zhiwei might have only lived for another ten years.

"Um"

"It doesn't matter if I can't win the final. I just need to leave him on the mountain before I die. "

"I can only protect him for a while. When he is exhausted, I can't protect him forever. In the end, he still needs to rely on himself. Whether he can learn some self-protection skills from the little time I have left depends entirely on his efforts."

"Old Lu, you also know the methods of those people in the Wang family. If this little kid falls into their hands, how can he have a chance of survival?"

Zhang Zhiwei sighed tiredly: "Although I resent what Huai Yi did, I can't bear to watch this child die."

"His father is the same. There has been no news for so many years. Sigh. I won't say more. I won't say more. It's very annoying."

Zhang Zhiwei was very worried. After seventy years, he was still tricked by his junior brother Zhang Huaiyi. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, who knows?

He didn't care and didn't doubt. He just did what he wanted. If he wanted to help the child, he would help him. Nothing else mattered.

But this mess is really tricky and Zhang Zhiwei doesn’t know how to clean it up.

late at night.

Ma Xianhong rejected the invitations from Wang and Lu, and hid in the mountains to practice meditation. He sat cross-legged on an ancient tree, his eyes slightly closed, maintaining a slow and long breath, adjusting his body to the best condition;
"Someone is here, so unexpected! Xian Hong!"

Thirty-four's voice echoed in his ears. Ma Xianhong suddenly opened his eyes and asked in his heart, "Who?"

"Feng Baobao, she's alone, in the bushes on the east side, and seems to be heading towards us."

"Oh?"

Ma Xianhong raised the corner of his mouth. He originally wanted to take action after the game, but he didn't expect that the time, place and people were all right now!
"clatter!"

He leaped forward, landed steadily on the ground, and looked at the girl approaching with a shovel in her hand.

"?"

"call out--!"

Without even a word of communication, Feng Baobao took action directly. For Zhang Chulan's promotion match, she had to bury this man tonight, otherwise all her previous efforts would be wasted.

"Ah."

Ma Xianhong summoned his magic weapon, the Ruyi Stick, and struck hard to meet the attack. The doubled force came whizzing in, and the hard stick instantly destroyed the shovel and knocked Feng Baobao back more than ten meters.

"."

Looking at the broken shovel, no one else would know how heavy Feng Baobao's heart was at this moment.

The moment they fought, the pain in her right hand sent a clear message that Gu Liang was stronger than her.

However, she had not yet realized that a greater danger was approaching. If it were an ordinary person, they would have shouted at her if they were attacked.

Gu Liang just stared at her quietly, as if he was looking at an object, without any extra emotions, not even a trace of anger.

"Together."

The voice of Thirty-four appeared in his mind, and he began to use some means to interfere with the opponent's qi to affect the body's dysfunction and produce hallucinations.

Ma Xianhong summoned three magical instruments in succession to contain the enemy, while he himself put all his effort into it. The Ruyi Stick became one foot long, and his figure passed by like a phantom, rushing forward and fighting with Feng Baobao at close range.

"Ah Wu. I'm here."

"Ah no."

"Ah no."

There was a sudden sharp pain in Feng Baobao's brain. His vision blurred and he unexpectedly saw the three members of the Xu family. He was stunned. Before he could react, he found that his body was becoming increasingly stiff and his movements were slow.

"Oh!"

Ma Xianhong hit her temple with a stick so ruthlessly that she flew sideways, and thick blood flowed down immediately.

"Baby, be good. Mommy will sing a song for you!"

"Hey, what do you think we should name our daughter?"

"Look at these eyes, they look like you, Feng Ying, right? What do you think?"

"Okay! Baby, now you have a name. Come, let daddy hug you."

A strange yet familiar voice sounded, awakening one non-existent memory after another. Feng Baobao had a splitting headache, her whole body trembled uncontrollably, tears welled up in her eyes, and she could not see the figure in her memory at all.

It was also the human figure that had a great impact on her, causing her to fall into great grief and throbbing. She instinctively wanted to resist, but the emotions revealed deep in her body were beyond the control of her soul.

During these few seconds of self-struggle, Ma Xianhong had already walked in front of him again, his face as cold as ice, and he raised his stick and swung it down.

With a dull "bang", Feng Baobao was hit on the back of the neck. His eyes went dark and he passed out.

(End of this chapter)