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

Chapter 49 Wang Ye: Sun thief, are you good at playing?
After Wang Ai took Wang Bing and left the scene.

Feng Xingtong, who was seriously injured and fell into coma, was also taken away by Feng Zhenghao.

It took a long time.

In the auditorium, there was still silence.

Everyone's eyes were always fixed on Zhang Taichu.

Even the referee team, who was in charge of hosting the game, looked at each other in blank dismay at this moment, a little at a loss.

Until Zhang Zhiwei, the master of heaven, finally said slowly: "Continue the competition according to the original order."

The gentle and powerful voice fell.

Only then did the referee feel relieved.

Then he announced: "In the next game, Wang will also face Zhang Chulan!"

Accompanied by the sound, in the martial arts arena.

Zhang Chulan walked out slowly with his hands in his pockets.

He had a determined face and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

He had to rely on his own strength to compete with Wang Ye for the final championship.

It's just unexpected.

At the other end of the martial arts arena, Wang Ye's figure did not appear.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan felt a bad premonition in his heart.

"I told Sister Bao'er last night, don't embarrass Daoist Wang, is it possible?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan's face froze and became weird.

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While Zhang Chulan was waiting to fight.

In the audience seats, the voices among the people gradually became louder and louder.

But they were all discussing the scene where Zhang Taichu taught Wang Bing just now.

"I can see it. The real person in the beginning is really hot-tempered. He really doesn't pay attention to the Wang family among the top ten, and he will beat him when he says he wants to beat him."

"Hmph, it's not that the king didn't take care of himself. I've been annoyed with him for a long time. Didn't he commit a lot of things because of his status in the family?"

"In the scene just now, I was too scared to speak, but now that I think about it, the real person in the early days was able to casually point at a distance of hundreds of feet and hurt people with qi. This method is simply—!"

"I declare that from today onwards, the position of Daoist Taichu in my heart surpasses all previous sages and ranks first!"

"It's over, it's over, I seem to be falling in love!"

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All of a sudden, everyone was discussing with great excitement, and the more they talked, the more vigorous they were, secretly looking at the figure of the Taoist sitting in a corner, and he couldn't help but feel his mind swaying, and his eyes showed admiration.

And in the martial arts arena.

However, the longer Zhang Chulan waited, the more he felt something was wrong.

And just when the referee team was surprised, it was time to announce that Wang was also absent.

Outside the gate of the martial arts arena.

Suddenly, two streams of smoke and dust appeared, one in front and one in the back, rushing all the way to the martial arts arena.

The person running in front was clearly Wang Ye, who almost missed the race!

I saw that he looked embarrassed, his dark blue Taoist robe was stained with mud, and there were traces of mud on his neck and face.

And chasing after him was Feng Baobao, who was dressed in a uniform. Her white palms were tightly holding a big shovel, and she was chasing Wang Ye!

Wang, who was running ahead, was also sweating profusely, and turned his head from time to time, yelling at Feng Baobao who was chasing him behind.

But without stopping for a moment, he rushed into the martial arts arena with a puff of smoke.

It wasn't until he was in full public view that he slowed down, then braked suddenly, stretched out his hand to perform a hand seal, and removed the blindness technique that had been cast on Feng Baobao.

Clang.

Feng Baobao swung the shovel out of his hand completely based on feeling, and it fell down against Wang Ye's crotch, smashing a depression in the ground, causing the handle of the shovel to shatter with a click.

"Get down! Feng Baobao, eldest sister, take a good look at where this is!" Wang Ye said with lingering fear as cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Behind him, Zhang Chulan also looked embarrassed. Unexpectedly, Sister Baoer not only buried people behind his back, but also chased her all the way to the martial arts field!
As the vision-impairment surgery was lifted, Feng Baobao blinked his big eyes, regained his visual function, and could see the surrounding scenes clearly.

Around the empty martial arts arena, there were dense crowds of people sitting in the auditorium, and they were all looking at her with extremely weird eyes.

"Guru~"

Feng Baobao swallowed his saliva and thought for a while.

Holding the remaining half of the stick in his hand, he turned his head and ran away.

However, after running a few steps, he ran back again, picked up the broken shovel head, and left the scene quickly.

Looking at Feng Baobao's leaving figure, Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan had complicated emotions.

Even everyone in the auditorium was attracted by this.

"Ahem, Daoist Wang, I'm sorry." Zhang Chulan scratched her head and said in embarrassment.

But Wang Ye, who had his back turned to him, revealed a strong sense of oppression all over his body.

The other party turned his head slowly, showing a wicked smile: "Hey, Zhang Chulan, you grandson thief, you are quite good at playing."

The deep voice gave Zhang Chulan unconscious goosebumps.

So he waved his hands repeatedly and shook his head like a rattle: "Master Wang, I really didn't ask Sister Bao'er to bury you. God can tell you!"

Zhang Chulan felt bitter in his heart. He had already guessed that it must be what he said after Feng Baobao visited his master last night, which made Baobao make up his mind to help him win the Luotian Dajiao championship in his own way. .

Thinking about it, he took another sneak peek at Zhang Taichu who was sitting on the bench, seeing the other party's strange expression, he felt even more ashamed of his master.

At this time, someone in the referee organization also said: "Wang Ye, do you want to rest for a while? Is there something hidden about today's incident? Tell me, and we will uphold justice for you!"

Wang also waved his hand and responded, "No need, just compare like this!"

"Oh, by the way, if there are steamed buns, how many can you give me? You've been hungry all night!"

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In the martial arts arena, where the top eight advance to the top four

Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan sat facing the ground, eating steamed buns with mustard.

Everyone in the audience seats was dumbfounded by this scene. For a moment, they didn't know how to evaluate it.

The two main characters, on the other hand, looked calm and composed on their faces.

Wang also tore off a piece of steamed bun, stuffed it with a piece of pickled mustard, chewed it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I was chased by Baobao Feng all night last night, so I didn't even eat a mouthful of hot food."

"But it's not a big problem. Anyway, I'm here today, and I don't want to fight you."

Zhang Chulan looked surprised: "Old Wang, what do you mean by this?"

Wang also said: "I came here to participate in the Luo Tian Dajiao this time, and I came here for you. I came here because I learned a little bit of the three-legged cat's math skills, and I came here in front of you to give you a chance to choose. .”

"Continue to go down, or, give up looking for the truth."

　Get it!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)