Since I have been released from seclusion, there will be no second Jiashen Rebellion!
Listening to Zhang Taichu's arrogant and domineering words, Wang Ye could not raise any doubts in his heart.
He faced Zhang Taichu, who had his back turned to him, and bowed his head again: "Since the senior said so, the junior will believe it!"
"Yes." Zhang Taichu agreed softly, turned around again, looked at Wang Ye and said: "I felt something in my heart tonight, so I came to rescue you. How do you feel now? Is there anything serious?"
Wang also sensed his own condition and said gratefully: "I was in the inner scene before, and my soul was trapped, causing the aura to be disordered and unable to control myself."
"Fortunately, senior took action to rescue me. Now my breath has calmed down. The wounds on my soul can be repaired after some time of rest, but there are not too many problems."
"Your Majesty, thank Master Taichu again."
Hearing this, Zhang Taichu nodded, with some emotion in his eyes, "No need to be grateful. Speaking of which, I still owe you Wudang a favor, and I will visit you again if I have the opportunity in the future."
"But, Xiao Wang, don't count me out in that interior place from now on, otherwise if something goes wrong next time, I'm sure someone will come to save you."
Wang Ye shook his head bitterly: "Senior is mysterious, I don't dare to forget what you say."
The king paused for a moment, but he couldn't bear to ask after all: "Senior, I know I can't figure it out, so can you please tell me personally what happened in the past?"
Zhang Taichu smiled happily: "You really want to know that much?"
Wang Ye nodded, with strong curiosity in his eyes.
Zhang Taichu raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, yes, but I would like to ask you to do me a small favor."
Wang Ye's face froze, and he was a little confused. He thought that with Taichu Zhenren's high level of cultivation, where could he help?
Zhang Taichu curled his lips and smiled.
Under the moonlight night.
The two of them had a long conversation.
Zhang Taichu didn't leave until the bright moon moved to the west and the sky had the color of dawn.
Wang Ye stood at the door of the hut and bowed to bid farewell to Zhang Taichu.
Recalling the previous conversation, now that he knew the truth about the past, he looked at the other person's leaving figure with full reverence!
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Longhu Mountain, a martial arts arena.
The competition on the second day of Luotian Dajiao arrived as scheduled.
It wasn't until halfway through the first game that Zhang Taichu led Zhang Lingyu to the martial arts performance.
He swayed in front, whistling as he did so, and seemed to be free and easy. He found a seat in the auditorium and sat down.
Zhang Lingyu, who was behind him, had a faint blush on her fair face, and her long white hair was a little messy, exuding a faint smell of alcohol.
After a night of hangover, he was pushed and shaken awake by his master. He also lost most of his memory of everything he experienced after being drunk last night.
But in the blur, I still remember some fragments.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but clench his palms tightly, and his face blushed even more, but he could only force himself to temporarily suppress his thoughts and concentrate on the game.
at the same time.
The moment the two appeared, they immediately attracted the attention of many people present.
The strangers from various sects didn't even pay attention to the ongoing battle in the field, but vaguely cast their eyes on Zhang Taichu.
It can be said that they still have fresh memories of this mysterious Taoist who appeared yesterday.
The master’s junior brother, who had not appeared for many years, reprimanded the ten men in person. He looked young but seemed to be a hundred-year-old monster. Breaking through a realm at will can lead to terrifying thunder disasters——
Any one of these things would frighten them.
But these things are all concentrated on one person!
It can be said that in the hearts of all the strangers who participated in this Luotian Festival, Zhang Taichu has surpassed all the seed players and high-level masters, and has become the most impressive person in their memories!
What's more, he was already conveying this news to his family, trying to dig out more information about Zhang Taichu, but within a short period of time, there was no reply.
Zhang Taichu didn't seem to care about the invisible glances from around the auditorium. He leaned back on his chair and half-squinted his eyes, paying no attention to the ongoing competition on the battlefield.
Last night he took Lingyu down the mountain to practice for a while. After going up the mountain, he ran to Wang Ye's house to toss around and stayed up all night.
After dawn, he woke up the hungover Zhang Lingyu and followed him over to the martial arts arena to have a look.
It wasn't Zhang Lingyu's turn yet, so he lowered his head indifferently and closed his eyes to rest.
On another seat not far away.
The place where the old Heavenly Master and others are.
Looking at the junior brother and Zhang Lingyu who had arrived, they especially noticed the blush on Zhang Lingyu's face.
Zhang Zhiwei frowned, feeling something strange in his heart. He couldn't help but wonder, where did they go to practice last night?
Lu Jin and Feng Tianyang on the side could not help but looked at Zhang Taichu silently.
Time goes by and several rounds of competition pass.
But finally there is an eye-catching game about to take place.
Both sides of the war have backgrounds.
One is Feng Xingtong, the son of Shilao Feng Zhenghao.
One is a descendant of the Northeast Shaman Immortal family, Deng Youfu.
The two seeded players were arranged to compete together. This competition attracted a lot of people's attention.
"Mr. Feng, it's your son Xiaotong's turn to play in this game. How do you feel? How do you feel?" Lu Jin joked to Feng Zhenghao who was beside him.
"Don't call me that, just call me Feng Zhenghao." Feng Zhenghao smiled and shook his head: "I don't expect this kid to give me any face."
But having said that, there was no worry in his eyes.
Feng Zhenghao knew in his heart that this competition was probably the least stressful one for his son Feng Xingtong.
Because the so-called younger brother Ma among the northeastern shamans fights with the help of the spirits that become the climate.
But the Ju Ling Dispatch passed down from his Feng family is able to suppress the souls of the world and use them for his own purposes!
At this time, in the arena.
Deng Youfu is wearing a suit, slicked back hair, and gold-rimmed glasses.
After he forced Feng Xingtong back with one punch, he shook his fist and planned to summon his Baojiaxian.
"Feng Xingtong, I have long heard that your family has a secret spirit-binding general who can control several elves at the same time. When I saw him today, he really has some skills."
"Our brother Ma from the Northeast is different from you. We will only cooperate with one person in our life, and we will even spend generations of efforts and lives for it!"
"Then let me show you the person who has served my family for many years!"
As Deng Youfu spoke, his whole body changed. Suddenly, a black energy emerged around his body.
He made a hand seal with his hands and muttered something: "Little Ma Youfu, the third generation brother of the Deng family - I would like to invite Mr. Liu Kunsheng of Changbai Mountain to come up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a monstrous demonic energy surged up, attracting a mysterious being to the scene!
