Chapter 569: Unharmed!

Just as Zhang Chulan's fist was about to land on Zhang Jie's forehead, a white brilliance suddenly appeared on Zhang Jie's body.

This bit of brilliance was inconspicuous in front of Zhang Chulan's fist, which was like a lightbulb, but when it touched the brilliance,

the golden light on Zhang Chulan's fist went out instantly like a faulty lightbulb.

Along with it, his fist also became weak and powerless; let alone attacking Zhang Jie,

even if he hit his roommate in Dorm 404, it wouldn't cause any reaction.

"What is this?"

Zhang Chulan's fist paused in mid-air, his expression uncertain.

"Continue!"

Zhang Jie didn't even lift his eyelids and said softly.

"I don't believe it!"

The stubborn temper in Zhang Chulan's heart also rose.

Brother Jie's cultivation was unfathomable, and he accepted that he was no match for him in a fight.

But now that Zhang Jie was only passively defending, could it be that he couldn't even get close to Zhang Jie's body?

Then he might as well give up on cultivating the Dao, go home early to farm, marry a wife,

have a big fat boy, and live a life of "wife, children, and a warm bed."

After all, what hope is there in such a life?

Might as well pin his hopes on the next generation.

"Hah!"

Zhang Chulan shouted, and the golden light on his fist almost condensed into substance.

He used all his strength in the Jin Guang Spell for this punch; even if there were a giant rock in front of him,

he was confident he could smash it to pieces with one punch!

*Sss. *

This punch, carrying Zhang Chulan's determination, dissipated upon touching the brilliance around Zhang Jie,

both unexpectedly and as expected.

Zhang Jie, unharmed!

"This... this..."

Returning empty-handed twice made Zhang Chulan's eyes red.

At this time, Zhang Jie, who was sitting cross-legged, spoke: "Chulan, I heard that your grandfather, besides the Jin Guang Spell,

had other methods. Did the old man not teach them to you?"

"Then Brother Jie, this little brother will offend you!"

Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth, knowing he had to bring out his trump card.

Although he admitted he was far inferior to Zhang Jie, he was unwilling to admit that he didn't even have the qualifications to make Zhang Jie actively defend.

If that were really the case, what face would he have to associate with Zhang Jie in the future?

Haven't you heard the principle that dragons don't associate with snakes?

*Thump, thump! *

Zhang Chulan's heart began to beat violently, as if a god were beating a heavenly drum,

and the explosive, fire-like heart Qi surged out, then suddenly entered his lungs,

stimulating the sharp, eye-piercing lung-metal Qi that made people dare not look directly at it.

Heart-fire and lung-metal Qi intertwined, fused, and confronted each other,

finally evolving into a thunder-fire intertwined with white and red in his hands.

"Palm Thunder!"

Zhang Chulan clapped his palms, and the thunder-fire attacked Zhang Jie with lightning speed.

*Crackle. *

The thunder-fire streaked across the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone produced by ionized air.

"Lei Fa? This kid Zhang Chulan actually mastered the Lei Fa?"

Seeing this scene, even Feng Baobao couldn't help but look sideways.

The disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion all meticulously practiced the Jin Guang Spell, which protects the body, nourishes life, and cultivates nature,

and is also a famous secret technique in the Extraordinary world.

But to say what truly established the unshakable status of the Heavenly Master's Mansion,

it was the Lei Fa mastered by the various high-ranking monks and the Heavenly Master.

The Yang Wu Lei Method legendarily mastered by the Heavenly Master is more than enough to subdue demons and eliminate monsters!

The Palm Thunder Zhang Chulan was performing at this time, although not as good as the Yang Wu Lei Method mastered by the Heavenly Master, was not inferior to other high-ranking monks.

"Hehehe."

Zhang Chulan, who had unleashed this Palm Thunder, felt refreshed.

He seemed to have already seen the scene of Zhang Jie jumping in pain from this Lei Fa.

It was truly pleasing to his body and mind!

*'Hehehe?'*

Listening to this standard villainous laughter, Zhang Jie couldn't help but curl his lips.

How many Soul Hall elders and protectors did this kid have to eat to make this kind of laughter?

Zhang Jie still had the mood to complain while being attacked,

naturally because Zhang Chulan's attack posed no threat to him.

I saw that Palm Thunder, on which Zhang Chulan had pinned his hopes, dissipate within three feet of Zhang Jie.

Zhang Jie, still unharmed!

Dis... dissipated...

Along with it dissipated the smile on Zhang Chulan's face that hadn't had time to fully bloom.

"I'm so stupid, really..."

Zhang Chulan seemed to be possessed by Xianglin's Wife: "Brother Jie dared to let me attack,

he must have already had full preparations, but I still fell for his trick. I'm so stupid, really..."

According to the law of conservation of smiles, smiles are not produced out of thin air, nor do they disappear; they only transfer.

Now the smile on Zhang Chulan's face had vanished, and naturally, it had shifted to Zhang Jie's face.

He showed a satisfied smile, "Not bad, it didn't live up to its great reputation."

However, looking at Zhang Chulan, who was in a state of despair and listlessness,

Zhang Jie decided to comfort him; after all, he was his little brother and a leek.

If the leeks were all lying in the field, not striving to grow, how could they be harvested?

Wouldn't the irresistible roasted leeks, leek dumplings, and leek boxes be cut off?

"Chulan, don't be discouraged. As long as you work hard to cultivate,

you will be able to reach my level in the future."

"I can too?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chulan instantly wasn't sleepy... um, he was no longer trapped in despair.

If he could also have Zhang Jie's ability to turn all kinds of attacks into nothingness, wouldn't he be able to walk sideways in the Extraordinary world?

"Brother Jie, I really want to learn this."

Zhang Chulan transformed into a sycophant, coming to Zhang Jie's side, pounding his back and kneading his legs, his fawning and flattering intent clearly revealed.

Zhang Jie was no longer surprised by Zhang Chulan's speed in switching roles.

Being shameless was already one of Zhang Chulan's labels.

For this guy, hugging a big thigh was like eating and drinking for ordinary people; it was purely instinct,

completely not needing any teaching, belonging to the type that learns without a teacher.

"Chulan, you don't need to learn this; you already know it yourself."

"I know it too?"

Zhang Chulan's action of pounding Zhang Jie's back paused, and for a moment, he was like a monk measuring the height of a temple—completely confused.

He also knew this powerful method; how come he didn't know it himself?

"It's the Old Farmer Technique! What A-Jie just used is the Old Farmer Technique!"

Feng Baobao, who was on the side, answered naively.

"The Old Farmer Technique is so powerful?"

Zhang Chulan expressed doubt about this.

He had also been practicing the Old Farmer Technique for several days, but he hadn't felt any earth-shaking changes.

"You haven't been practicing for long, it's normal not to have changes."

Feng Baobao saw Zhang Chulan's confusion and explained.

"But Brother Jie only got the Old Farmer Technique less than a few hours ago!"

It would have been better if she hadn't explained; the moment she said that, Zhang Chulan collapsed even more.

Compared to Zhang Jie, he wasn't even as good as a loser.

He suddenly felt, was he just a piece of rotten mud that couldn't be supported on a wall...

"Ahem, my situation is a bit special. Chulan, you'd better not compare yourself to me."

Seeing that Zhang Chulan had signs of sliding into the abyss of complete decadence, Zhang Jie had to explain.

"Yeah, why am I comparing myself to a freak like Brother Jie?"

Zhang Chulan suddenly thought of the scenes of his friendly sparring with the Extraordinary people of the North China region these past few days.

Although he wasn't invincible, he had won more than he had lost.

In short, it wasn't that he was too weak, or that rotten mud couldn't be supported on a wall, but that Zhang Jie was too monstrous.

Once the thought of admitting defeat arose, Zhang Chulan felt the world widen.

As long as he didn't compare himself to Zhang Jie, he, Zhang Chulan, was also a young elite of the Extraordinary world.

As for Zhang Jie, leave him to the older generation to deal with. ===== CHAPTER 570 =====