A year later, Feng Shayan's original ear-length hair has reached shoulder length, and she is wearing a red and black tight-fitting sportswear, which makes her look particularly vigorous and sexy.
Ke Wen smiled, and reached out to embrace Feng Shayan's slender waist.
But the arm was slapped away by Fengshayan.
Feng Shayan rolled her eyes slightly: "There are so many people, and you are dressed in Taoist robes, don't your movements appear frivolous? Be careful that other Taoist priests are angry."
Ke Wen suddenly realized that his image was still a Taoist priest, so he withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "I just said a few words to Feng Baobao casually."
"Stop talking to that crazy woman from now on."
Feng Shayan obviously had a lot of opinions on Feng Baobao, and commented: "Sloppy and condescending, I have never seen someone as rude as her!"
Ke Wen smiled perfunctorily, and asked again: "By the way, looking at the familiar faces of Xingtong and Zhang Chulan, how did you know each other?"
Feng Shayan hesitated for a moment, and after thinking about it, she felt that she had nothing to hide.
So she lowered her voice and said, "You should know about my family's inheritance. It's actually called 'Juling Dispatch General'. Like Zhang Chulan's 'Body Origin', it's one of the Eight Miraculous Skills."
Looking around to see if anyone was eavesdropping, Feng Shayan lowered her voice even more: "The Eight Wonders are being greedy by others, and my father thinks that we are both the inheritors of the Eight Wonders, so we should take care of each other, so I was sent to invite Zhang Chulan to Headquarters."
The voice returned to normal, and Feng Shayan shook her head in response: "Some small things happened later, anyway, under the influence of that crazy woman, Zhang Chulan did not join my family's Tianxiahui, but was recruited by the company go."
Cowen nodded.
It seems that with his butterfly, Feng Zhenghao changed his coping method in the original plot and did not match Feng Shayan and Zhang Chulan.
At this time, Feng Xingtong also finished drawing lots, and came over to join the chat...
After more than 20 minutes, everyone finished drawing lots, and after a while, the match list was sorted out.
Soon, Taoist priests from Longhushan began to organize calls for contestants to enter the field.
There are four large electronic screens in the lottery open space, allowing people to observe the scenes in the four arenas.
However, in addition to the contestants waiting to play, many people chose to enter the arena in person and watch the game from the stands in order to be able to see it more clearly.
Match after match began, and some talented players quickly emerged and easily won in the melee.
After more than half an hour, the disciples of the Tianshi Mansion shouted loudly: "Please enter the No. 4 arena from the 'Ding Suzaku' team! Please enter the No. 4 arena from the 'Ding Suzaku' team!"
"It's my turn."
Ke Wen informed the Feng family brothers and sisters who had already returned from the victory, and then walked towards the fourth venue.
"Brother-in-law, come on!" Feng Xingtong encouraged loudly.
Feng Shayan didn't know Kewen's current ability. She thought that Kewen might not be able to achieve any results in a year, so she worriedly said: "Be careful, if you can't do it, just give up."
Ke Wen smiled and waved his hands, and walked into the fourth court at a faster pace.
He was the second one to enter the arena. Just after entering the arena, the bald young man who was waiting with his arms around his shoulders smiled and said, "Oh, is Daoist one of my opponents?"
Putting down his arms that were so emaciated that there were only muscles left, the bald young man cupped his hands and said, "I'm getting off the iron monkey. My family ancestor inherited the Southern School of Shaolin."
Ke Wen pinched his seal in return: "Ke Wen Quinn, Quanzhen's registered disciple."
At this time, another man and a woman walked into the arena.
Introduced to each other, later a man and a woman came from the north and the south respectively, and the man learned from one of the Nanquan schools.
And the slender woman with flushed cheeks is from the Northeast, and she is a horse fairy from the shamanism.
The woman is very nympho, and when she saw Ke Wen's appearance, she couldn't move at all.
After the referee disciple of the master's office announced the start of the match, the woman immediately pointed to Ke Wen and said to the other two: "I choose this Taoist master as my opponent! You two go fight on your own!"
The Iron Monkey and the man from the Mantis Sect looked at each other, not wanting to argue with the woman, so they backed away a little, and soon they fought together.
Seeing this, the woman smiled crazily at Ke Wen: "What is your name, Daoist? How old is this year? Do you have a date? How do you see me, old girl? My name is Deng Youlu. After we go out, let's go everywhere?"
Ke Wen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, pinched his seal and saluted slightly: "I'm sorry, benefactor, I am a disciple of Quanzhen, and I have to observe the precepts."
Deng Youlu was taken aback for a moment, and then his face was full of disappointment, so he could only forced a smile and said, "Well, let's be friends, come on, let's make casual gestures first."
As he said that, Deng Youlu put on a Sanda posture.
Ke Wen also raised his hands, but he didn't put on his 'body fighting skill' air, but chose to learn self-cultivation from Quanzhen.
This is a set of palm techniques, which is not very powerful in terms of attacking, but it is very effective in activating the body's energy and blood.
At this time, Deng Youlu saw that Kewen was ready, and immediately rushed forward.
He punched Ke Wen directly on the shoulder, but his eyes were still fixed on Ke Wen's face, and his eyes were still extremely nympho.
For this kind of playful attack, Ke Wen had no choice but to smile bitterly in his heart, so he had to do the same, shrank his left shoulder sideways to avoid it according to the number of ways of cultivating health, and pushed his right palm forward.
Unexpectedly, Deng Youlu had no intention of dodging at all. After her punch landed in the empty space, her chest seemed to take the initiative to meet it, and it was covered by Kewen's palm.
Ke Wen was dumbfounded, and instantly withdrew his right hand like an electric shock.
Deng Youlu, on the other hand, had a pretty face that was extremely red, but also full of nympho, with his hands folded over his chest, biting his lower lip, and staring at Ke Wen's face.
Several whistles sounded from the auditorium, and everyone laughed loudly as they watched the excitement.
This brought Deng Youlu back to his senses.
She looked at Ke Wen reluctantly, and then stamped her feet shyly: "Little brother, you, oops! You're so embarrassing!"
After finishing speaking, Deng Youlu turned around and ran, and quickly rushed out of the arena.
Ke Wen watched the other party disappear blankly, then gave a wry smile, shook his head and sighed: "What's the matter..."
"oops!"
At this time, there was a cry of pain in the distance, and the young man who used the praying mantis hand suddenly flew backwards.
After falling to the ground for a while, the young man half sat up, shook his head and said to the iron monkey: "Thank you for keeping your hand, forget it, I admit defeat."
"Haha, I've accepted it!" Iron Monkey clasped his fist at the opponent.
After the players from the Mantis Gate left the field, Iron Horse Monkey came up to Ke Wen and said with a smile, "I see Taoist priests are gentle and polite, but I don't think Taoist priests are also like-minded people. How about it?"
Iron Monkey winked at Ke Wen: "How did it feel just now?"
"Cough, misunderstanding..." Ke Wen was a little embarrassed: "It was because Deng Youlu's benefactor was distracted just now."
"Hey, I understand! I understand everything!"
Iron Monkey grinned and said, "Come on, Daoist, we are the only ones left, please advise."
Ke Wen pinched his seal and saluted, and put on his posture again.
"Daozhang, I'm going up."
The iron monkey reminded him aloud, and then his figure suddenly started, spanning a distance of five or six meters in an instant, and punched Ke Wen's middle door with a punch.
Ke Wen immediately avoided the opponent's attack by stepping on the spiral footwork, and then, with the force of the rotation, he slapped the iron monkey's shoulder with a 'slap'.
The iron monkey didn't move at all, and quickly bent its elbows, pushing towards Ke Wen.
In this regard, Ke Wen stepped back in an instant in a chic manner, avoiding the opponent's attack.
The iron monkey took advantage of the victory to pursue, stomped his feet, and rushed up quickly, using all-arm fists all the way, collapsing, hitting, smashing, and smashing, and launched a continuous attack on Kewen.
Ke Wen kept drifting away, his figure was graceful and unrestrained, so that a series of attacks by Iron Horse fell into the air.
Iron Horse stared at Kewen closely, and after a moment of observation, he couldn't help grinning and said: "Haha, I figured it out, handsome guys like you rely on your temperament and pay attention to maintaining your own image, right?"
Having said this, Iron Monkey's offensive was suddenly interrupted.
He thrust his toes into the ground, then said with a smirk, "Be careful, Daoist, don't get yourself dirty!"
After finishing speaking, the iron monkey suddenly raised his toes, kicked up a large cloud of dust and gravel, and quickly covered Kewen.
Ke Wen looked calm, and his body moved sideways quickly, avoiding the dust coverage.
And Iron Monkey seemed to have calculated this point long ago, and even rushed to Kewen's foothold ahead of time.
The distance between the two was shortened in an instant, and the iron monkey quickly punched out without waiting for Kewen to stand still, and at the same time shouted: "See how you hide now!"
In this regard, Kewen had no choice but to stop moving, put his left palm across his chest to meet the attack, and quickly pushed his right palm forward.
Snapped! Boom!
After the fists and palms met, Ke Wen's right palm directly slapped Iron Monkey's chest.
However, the iron monkey remained motionless.
Maintaining a stalemate, the iron monkey grinned at Ke Wen and said, "Master Daoist, you don't think I can only punch with one arm, do you?"
Ke Wen looked at his right palm, and when he saw the golden layer in front of his palm, he suddenly smiled and said, "So that's it, the benefactor is also proficient in golden bell jars."
"That's right!"
Iron Monkey smiled and said: "How about it? Master Daoist, you admit defeat. Although you are both "Quanzhen" in both life and body, but no matter what, you can't compare with my golden bell jar after all, right? If you continue to fight, you will lose your manners." It must be you, the Daoist, right?"
Ke Wen smiled slightly at this, and slowly retreated two steps to open the distance.
Putting on boxing airs again, Ke Wen said with a smile: "No need to remind the benefactor, please continue."
Whispers echoed from around the stands.
Most of the women became nympho, thinking that Ke Wen was handsome and chic, and they secretly commented on the many handsome guys at this grand event.
The men also appreciated Kewen's demeanor, expressed their optimism for Kewen's calmness, and asked each other when Quanzhen had such an excellent junior again.
But in the arena, Iron Monkey felt that Kewen was a little confused about the situation.
So his face became a little more serious, and he wrapped two special qi around a pair of fists...
(end of this chapter)