Chapter 591: That was simply a disaster

"It's him, he sat with the Zhang Chulan who doesn't want a face before, he's probably not a good person either!"

"That's right, near vermilion is red, near ink is black, this guy is also one who doesn't want a face!"

The audience's anger at Zhang Chulan's shameless behavior rose, and finally spread to those who walked very close to him.

As someone who sat with Zhang Chulan before, Feng Xingtong was sprayed wildly by the angry audience.

"The one who doesn't want a face is Chulan, it has nothing to do with me!"

Little white-haired Feng Xingtong, who was implicated, was crying without tears.

"We don't care, who told you to walk so close to Zhang Chulan?"

The audience's brains were completely dominated by anger, and they didn't care about Feng Xingtong's argument.

Feng Xingtong, who was sitting on pins and needles, had to sneak away.

Although the audience hadn't been angry enough to use violent means, it is said that if thousands of people point at you, you will die without illness;

for a teenager like him, such a scene had already made him unable to hold on.

Zhang Jie's evaluation of this is, still too young.

If someone ridicules me, slanders me, or looks down on me, what should I do?

Just endure him, let him, smile at him, a hundred years later, wouldn't it be beautiful to dance on his grave?

Of course, such means are only suitable for a long-lived person like Zhang Jie who has broken the limit of human life.

Ordinary people doing this will only turn into a pile of white bones and a grave in a hundred years.

"Brother Jie, did you know Chulan would do this?"

Feng Xingtong, who was in a mess, and his little white hair, which was combed neatly, was messy, hid to Zhang Jie's side.

After breathing a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Jie's move of leaving as soon as Zhang Chulan left the field now seems to have great foresight.

"I don't know what Chulan will do."

Zhang Jie shook his head slightly: "But I know, he went there, and it will definitely be bad."

"Isn't this what Patriarch Patriarch Puti Patriarch warned Monkey King when he left the Xieyue Sanxing Cave?"

Feng Xingtong, who is keen on collecting information and can be considered well-read, immediately thought of the source of Zhang Jie's words.

In the original *Journey to the West*, Chapter 2, because Sun Wukong showed off his supernatural powers (changing into a pine tree) in front of his fellow disciples,

he was expelled from the sect by Patriarch Patriarch Puti Patriarch on the spot.

At the time of parting, the Patriarch's warning to Sun Wukong was very severe and meaningful:

"You go this way, it will definitely be bad. No matter how you cause trouble, you are not allowed to say you are my disciple.

If you say half a word, I will know, skin you, peel you, and grind your bones,

and demote your divine soul to the Nine Nether places, so that you will never be able to turn over for ten thousand kalpas!"

Sun Wukong was frightened by these words and hurriedly kowtowed to guarantee:

"I dare not mention a word of the master, just say that I learned it myself."

He thought carefully, Zhang Chulan's move was really going to be bad.

"This kid, he's really used to pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."

Zhang Jie didn't point at Zhang Chulan and scold him for not wanting a face like other extraordinary people, but was investigating the reason.

If it was said that when he didn't appear, Zhang Chulan was because of insufficient strength, and had to take this bad move;

after all, although his talent was not inferior to the first tier of the young generation of the extraordinary world like Zhang Lingyu and Zhuge Qing,

but not practicing for nearly ten years still made his strength only a little higher than ordinary extraordinary people of the same generation,

one-on-one was generally no problem, one-on-two was relatively strenuous, and one-on-three was almost certain to lose.

But after his training, and knowing that the Old Farmer's Skill was the Qi Body Origin,

and practicing hard for a period of time, one-on-three was completely no problem.

Now this kid still chose this path of exchanging reputation for advantage,

clearly wanting to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and retain strength.

"Also, this kid didn't completely trust me."

Zhang Jie laughed dumbly.

Zhang Chulan's move was clearly taking Zhang Lingyu and Zhuge Qing as imaginary enemies, wanting to catch them off guard.

But before, he Zhang Jie clearly reached a deal with Zhang Chulan,

exchanging the Qi Body Origin for his action to clear obstacles for him.

"But this is also good."

In this world, except for yourself, who else can you fully rely on?

Rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall, rely on the water, the water will flow, rely on parents, parents will eventually have a day of aging.

In the arena, Zhang Chulan didn't look at Xiao Huohuo's loser gaze,

and turned a deaf ear to the disdainful sounds of the surrounding audience filling the entire arena,

and found the Tian Shi Fu referee senior brother with a full face of smiles:

"Senior brother, look, the competition is over, shouldn't you announce the winner?"

"Junior Brother Zhang..."

The referee senior brother looked at Zhang Chulan deeply. If it weren't for the Old Tian Shi's announcement,

he really didn't want to admit that this thing that doesn't want a face is his junior brother, and is their Long Hu Shan disciple.

'Junior Brother Zhang Jie, Little Uncle Lingyu, you must defeat Zhang Chulan!'

He couldn't help but pray for Zhang Jie and Zhang Lingyu in his heart.

If this thing that doesn't want a face in front of him wins the championship of the Luo Tian Luotian Da Jiao,

and becomes the successor of the Tian Shi, that would simply be a disaster.

The thousand-year reputation of the Tian Shi Fu might be destroyed in one day!

"Breath!"

The referee senior brother took a deep breath, and then suppressed the impulse to punch this eyesore thing away,

and announced loudly: "In this group, the winner is Zhang Chulan!"

"Don't want a face!"

"Zhang Chulan, you thing that doesn't want a face!"

The audience's accusation of Zhang Chulan not wanting a face became more and more grand.

"Old Tian Shi, didn't expect that your Long Hu Shan actually produced such an, interesting disciple."

On the Ten Elders viewing platform, an old man with silver hair combed meticulously, wearing a slim suit,

whose appearance was particularly outstanding in the elderly group, couldn't help but laugh.

"Old Lu, don't give this old man face."

The Old Tian Shi laughed, and didn't care at all about the playful gazes of Wang Ai and Lu Ci.

This suit old man was the Old Tian Shi's close friend, who contributed the Tongtian Talisman, one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, as a prize,

the promoter who made this Luo Tian Luotian Da Jiao have such a scale, the head of the Lu family, one of the four great families in the extraordinary world,

with excellent character, upright style, known as "Flawless in Life," Lu Jin, Lu Lao Yezi Lu.

Speaking of which, Lu Lao Yezi Lu's appearance was particularly outstanding among a group of centenarians.

The Old Tian Shi, although his cultivation was profound, had always only worked on numerical values,

and hadn't wasted any points on modeling since he was young.

Tian Jinzhong was too worried and very old.

Lu Ci was not bad originally, but the scar across half of his face made him look ferocious;

plus his temperament like a mad dog, wanting to choose people to eat, really made people unable to be happy.

As for Wang Ai?

The wrinkles on his face were layered, and even if ten flies were pinched to death, it would be more than enough.

Not worth mentioning.

Lu Lao Yezi Lu's name as an old gentleman is well-deserved.

"Chulan, this child, I'm afraid he has suffered a lot."

Tian Jinzhong, sitting in a wheelchair, looked at Zhang Chulan with pity.

Which young person hasn't fantasized about being unique,

wanting to stand out, wearing green clothes and a white horse, holding a sword and walking the world?

If he hadn't suffered too much bitterness when he was young, how could he have developed such a cautious and spit-on-face-and-dry-it temperament? ===== CHAPTER 592 =====