"It's true that it's the same!" Zhang Jianren stood not far away and looked at Zhang Yifan's figure with a smile on his face, and a sigh came from his mouth.

Then he let out a light breath, turned around and left the crowd, and walked along the mountain road on the east side towards the Tianshi Mansion.

At this moment, Zhang Yifan turned around as if he was feeling something, then raised his hand and waved it, grabbed the messy hair, and turned his head to continue moving forward.

On the observation deck

"I really got the senior brother to tell you. Zhang Yifan is really good at it. It seems that his talent is still above the nephew of Lingfeng. In this way, our Fudao lineage may have a chance to revitalize again." Zhang Huaide looked at Zhang Yifan who was passing through the crowd and stroked his beard with a smile.

Zhang Huaijin shook his head disapprovingly, "Haha, it's probably not that easy. Tactic cultivation is important, talent is of great importance, but there are still very few who can truly break through that natural barrier and achieve something in the end. You must know that there are many amazing people in Longhu Mountain, which has been passed down for thousands of years, but there has never been a real talisman who can activate that creature."

"This..." Zhang Huaide was speechless when he heard this.

Dry ring stage

The battle between Zhang Ritian and Zhang Meng was finally decided at this time, although few people were paying attention to it...

"Ganzitai, the first game, Zhang Ritian, win!" As the judge of Ganzitai, Lingquan Zhenren, looked at Zhang Meng lying on the ground, then looked at the tall and thin young man standing tremblingly on the stage, and made a ruling.

After hearing this, Zhang Ritian relaxed his last tense nerve and couldn't help but sit on the ground, panting and wiping his head full of sweat.

At this moment, Zhang Ritian can be said to have reached the limit. If Zhang Meng hadn't been distracted by the competition in the next ring just now, giving him an opportunity to take advantage of it, and seizing the opportunity to knock him out, and spending another half of the time, he might have lost himself.

The Lingquan Zhenren waved his hand to attract several disciples and lifted them down, and then started the next competition.

...

The next two arenas held several competitions, but most of them were the competition between older disciples wearing dark blue Taoist uniforms.

Even if one or two younger disciples occasionally appear on stage, they are easily defeated by older disciples, and there is no such perfect counterattack as Zhang Pan.

This made the other older disciples who were preparing to participate in the competition breathe a sigh of relief. After knowing that not all the new disciples were as evil as Zhang Pan, they regained their confidence.

On the contrary, this situation made the younger disciples who had just raised hopes feel a little cold. After watching the next few games, after gaining a clearer understanding of the strength of the older disciples, they gradually woke up from the fantasy of counterattack, and even one after another, the younger disciples admitted defeat as soon as they came on stage.

It is precisely because of this that the efficiency of martial arts and skills has been greatly improved. In just one morning, the two arenas have completed sixteen games.

"Danzitai, in the seventh game, Zhang Lang, win!"

"Kun Desk, the ninth game, Zhang Xiaoting, win!"

With the verdicts coming from the two arenas, the competition for disciples to compete for martial arts finally came to an end for the time being.

Zhang Yang in the stands immediately opened the microphone again, "Okay, since the victory and defeat of the Qiankun arena has been decided, the morning martial arts competition has come to an end for the time being. Everyone should take a break and continue to practice martial arts after lunch! All participating disciples must be prepared in advance!"

After saying that, Zhang Yang put down his microphone, bowed to Zhang Yucheng, and waited quietly.

The old master slowly stood up under the gaze of everyone, turned sideways and bowed slightly, "Elder Yue, Master Daoming, I must be tired after sitting for so long. Next, let Zhang Yang take a few of them to Guangyuanzhai for dinner first."

"Haha, okay, then I'll be in trouble!" Yue Dubu looked inexplicably in a good mood, and with a little bow, he took the two behind him to take the lead.

Monk Daoming nodded to Zhang Yucheng with a smile, then walked around the old master and walked downstairs. Situ Juanliu, Dong Yejun and the girl named Tianxin obediently followed him.

Just as the four of them gradually moved away, Yan Yi, who had been standing behind the old master, looked at them and gradually frowned, "What's going on? I just felt like... I probably haven't seen them..."

Just as the four monks Daoming and the others passed by Yan Yi, she suddenly felt familiar. Then she thought hard for a while, but after all, she still found nothing. She could only shake her head in disappointment and put this aside. She focused her eyes on the more noticeable people, who were Ye Tu and others who were sitting on the east side of the guest seat before. They also came to the old master at this time.

"Thank you, Master God!" Sun Yu bowed deeply and said softly.

Seeing this, Zhang Yucheng did not care about his identity as a Tianshi. He hurriedly stepped forward and held his hands down, and said in fear: "Young friend, don't have to be too polite! I should thank you. Longhu Mountain has been waiting for you for a long time..."

This scene not only surprised Yanyi, but also shocked the real people of the Tianshi Mansion present.

What is Zhang Yucheng's identity? He ranks highly as the head of the Tianshi Mansion, has profound Taoism and can even be said to be the first person in the right path.

Today, I will lower my posture in front of a young boy in his twenties!

Sun Yu looked up at Zhang Yucheng without saying anything. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly, and then took Ye Tu and Huang Xianru behind him down the corridor.

Although this action was small, it did not escape Yan Yi's eyes standing side by side with the old master.

"Voice transmission..., it seems that the relationship between these three people and the Tianshi Mansion is very different." Yan Yi thought this way, and suddenly Yu Wei's voice came from his ears: "Hey, Yan Yi's junior nephew! Why are you stunned? You're leaving! Going to have a meal!"

Yan Yi turned around and looked over. Seeing that Yu Wei was thinking of waving her hand, she immediately shouted: "Ah! Here comes!"

But just as I was about to raise my foot, I suddenly thought of something, tilted my head and looked at the old master, and said submissively: "Master, Master, can I... be able to..."

Zhang Yucheng didn't turn around and waved his hand gently, "Go! Don't forget our three rules!"

"Yeah, I know Master! Then I'll leave first." As he said that, Yan Yi couldn't wait to run towards Yu Xi.

"You guys go and do it too. I want to be alone here and quietly." Zhang Yucheng slowly turned around and sat back on the chair.

Several elders who had not left heard this, stood up and saluted and left one after another.

Soon, on the huge back mountain, only the old master sat alone in the stands, his back was lonely and alone.

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Chapter completed!