One year later, Feng Shayan's original short ear-length hair has grown to shoulder length. Coupled with a red and black tight-fitting sportswear, she looks particularly strong and sexy.
Ke Wen smiled and put his arms around Feng Shayan's slim waist.
However, his arm was slapped away by Feng Shayan.
Feng Shayan rolled her eyes slightly: "There are so many people, and with your Taoist robe, don't your actions look frivolous? Be careful that other Taoist priests will be angry."
Kewen suddenly realized that he was still a Taoist priest, so he retracted his hand and said with a smile: "I just had a few casual words with Feng Baobao."
"Don't talk to that crazy woman anymore."
Feng Shayan obviously had a lot of dissatisfaction with Feng Baobao, and commented: "She is sloppy and arrogant. I have never seen anyone as rude as her!"
Ke Wen smiled and brushed it off, then asked: "By the way, seeing how familiar Xingtong and Zhang Chulan look, how did you meet?"
Feng Shayan hesitated for a moment, and after thinking about it, she felt that there was nothing to hide.
So she lowered her voice and said: "You should know about my family's inheritance. It is actually called 'Lingshuojiang', which is one of the Eight Wonders of Skills, just like Zhang Chulan's 'Qi Tiyuanliu'."
Looking around to see if anyone was eavesdropping, Feng Shayan lowered her voice even more: "The Eight Wonders are being greedy. My father felt that we are both descendants of the Eight Wonders and we should look after each other, so he sent me to invite Zhang Chulan.
Headquarters."
The voice returned to normal, and Feng Shayan shook her head in disgust: "Some small things happened later. In short, due to the interference of that crazy woman, Zhang Chulan did not join my Tianxiahui, but was recruited by the company.
go."
Ke Wen nodded.
It seems that with his butterfly, Feng Zhenghao changed the way he dealt with the situation in the original plot and did not mediate between Feng Shayan and Zhang Chulan.
At this time, Feng Xingtong also finished drawing lots and came over to join the chat...
More than twenty minutes later, everyone had drawn the lots, and after a while, the lineup was sorted out.
Soon the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain began to organize the call for the contestants to come on stage.
There are four large electronic screens in the draw space, allowing people to observe the scenes in the four stadiums.
However, in addition to the contestants waiting to play, many people chose to enter the venue in person and watch the game in the stands in order to see it more realistically.
Each game started, and some talented players quickly came to the fore and easily won the melee.
More than half an hour later, the disciples of the Tianshi Mansion shouted loudly: "Please let the contestants of the 'Ding Zhuque' team enter the fourth arena! Please invite the contestants of the 'Ding Zhuque' team to enter the fourth arena!"
"It's my turn."
Ke Wen informed the Feng family siblings who had already returned from victory, and then walked towards Field No. 4.
"Brother-in-law, come on!" Feng Xingtong encouraged loudly.
Feng Shayan didn't know Kewen's current abilities. She thought that Kewen wouldn't be able to achieve any results in one year, so she warned with some worry: "Be careful. If it doesn't work, just give up."
Ke Wen smiled and waved his hand, quickening his pace and walking into Field No. 4.
He was the second one to enter the venue. As soon as he entered the venue, the bald young man waiting with his arms around his shoulders smiled and said: "Oh, Master Dao is one of my opponents?"
Putting down his arms, which were so thin that only muscles were left, the bald young man cupped his hands and said, "I'm Iron Horse, my ancestor inherited the Southern Shaolin School."
Kewen returned the seal with his seal: "Kewen Quinn, Quanzhen's registered disciple."
At this time, another man and woman entered the arena.
After introducing each other, the man and woman came from the north and the south respectively, and the man learned from one of the Southern Boxing sects.
The slender woman with rosy cheeks came from the Northeast and was a shamanic celestial being.
Women are very nymphomaniacs, and when they see Ke Wen's appearance, they can't move at all.
After the referee disciple of Tianshifu announced the start of the game, the woman immediately pointed at Ke Wen and said to the other two people: "I choose this Taoist master as my opponent! You two go up and fight!"
Iron Horse and the man from the Mantis faction looked at each other, not wanting to argue with the woman, so they retreated a little further together, and soon they were fighting together.
Seeing this, the woman smiled at Ke Wen and said, "Taoist priest, what is your name? How old are you this year? Do you have a partner? What do you think of me, old girl? My name is Deng Youlu, and we can get along with each other after we go out."
Ke Wen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He took his seal and bowed slightly, saying, "I'm sorry, donor. I am a disciple of Quanzhen and must keep the precepts."
Deng Youlu was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of disappointment. He had to force a smile and said: "Well, let's be friends. Come on, let's make random gestures first."
With that said, Deng Youlu put on a Sanda posture.
Ke Wen also raised his hands, but he did not show off his "body fighting skills" airs, but chose to learn self-cultivation skills from Quanzhen.
This is a set of palm techniques. It is not very powerful in terms of attack, but it is very effective in activating the body's qi 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 always fixed on Ke Wen's face, and his eyes were still infatuated.
Facing this playful attack, Ke Wen had no choice but to smile bitterly in his heart, and had no choice but to do the same thing, squeezing his left shoulder sideways to avoid it according to the method of Yangshen Kung Fu, and pushing 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 move forward and was covered by Ke Wen's palm.
Ke Wen was dumbfounded and instantly retracted his right hand as if he was electrocuted.
Deng Youlu, on the other hand, had a pretty face that was extremely red, but also full of nymphomaniacs. He crossed his arms and bit his lower lip, staring at Ke Wen's face.
Several whistles sounded from the audience seats, and everyone laughed at the excitement.
This brought Deng Youlu back to his senses.
She looked at Ke Wen reluctantly, and then stamped her foot shyly: "Little brother, oh, you are so annoying!"
After saying that, Deng Youlu turned around and ran away, quickly rushing out of the arena.
Ke Wen watched the other party disappear blankly, then smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed: "What the hell is this..."
"oops!"
At this time, there was a scream of pain in the distance, and the young man using the 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 Tiemaliu: "Thank you for keeping your hand, forget it, I admit defeat."
"Haha, I admit it!" Tie Maliu hugged the opponent with a fist.
After the contestants from the Mantis Sect left the field, Tie Maliu came to Ke Wen and said with a smile: "I see that the Taoist Master is very polite, but I didn't expect that the Taoist Master is also a fellow-minded person. How about that?"
Tie Maliu winked at Kewen: "How did it feel just now?"
"Ahem, misunderstanding..." Ke Wen was a little embarrassed: "That was because Donor Deng Youlu was distracted just now."
"Hey, I understand! I understand everything!"
Tie Maliu grinned and said: "Come on, Taoist Master, we are the only two left, please give me some advice."
Ke Wen sealed his seal and saluted, and took up his posture again.
"Taoist Priest, I'm about to go."
Tie Maliu gave a warning, and then his figure suddenly started to move, spanning a distance of five or six meters in an instant, and punched Ke Wen's middle door.
Kewen stepped on the spiral footwork and immediately dodged the opponent's attack, and then used the force of rotation with his palm to slap the iron horse on the shoulder with a 'snap'.
Iron Horse Liu remained motionless and quickly pushed his elbow towards Ke Wen.
In response, Kewen stepped back instantly and avoided the opponent's attack.
Tie Maliu, on the other hand, took advantage of the victory and pursued it. He stamped his feet and rushed up quickly. He used arm-through boxing techniques all the way, including collapse, strike, smash, and dust, and launched a continuous attack on Ke Wen.
Ke Wen kept drifting away, his figure graceful and free, causing Iron Horse Liu's series of attacks to all fall into the air.
Tie Maliu stared at Ke Wen closely, and after a moment of observation, he couldn't help but grinned and said: "Haha, I can see it. Handsome guys like you all rely on your temperament and pay attention to maintaining your own image, right?"
At this point, Tiemaliu's offensive suddenly stopped.
He thrust his toes under the ground, then said with a wicked smile: "Be careful, Taoist Priest, don't get yourself dirty!"
After saying that, Tiema Liu suddenly raised his toes, kicked up a large piece of dust and gravel, and quickly covered Kewen.
Ke Wen looked calm and moved his body quickly to avoid the dust coverage.
And Tiema Liu seemed to have calculated this a long time ago, and actually rushed to Ke Wen's foothold in advance.
The distance between the two people instantly closed. Before Kewen could stand firm, Tiemaliu quickly punched out, and at the same time shouted: "Let's see how you can hide now!"
In response, Kewen had no choice but to stop moving, put his left palm across his chest to receive the attack, and quickly pushed forward with his right palm.
Bang! Bang!
After the fists and palms met, Ke Wen's right palm directly hit Tie Maliu's chest.
However, the iron horse remained motionless.
Maintaining a stalemate, Tiemaliu grinned at Kewen and said, "Taoist Priest, you don't think I only know how to do arm fists, do you?"
Ke Wen looked at his right palm, and after seeing the layer of gold in front of his palm, he suddenly smiled and said, "So that's it, the donor is also proficient in the golden bell."
"That's right!"
Tie Maliu said with a smile: "How about it? Little Taoist Master, give up. Although you 'Quan Zhen' have dual cultivation of life and body, and your bodies are equally extraordinary, no matter what, you can't compare to my golden bell, right? If you continue to fight, you will lose your manners.
It must be you, the Taoist priest, right?"
Ke Wen smiled slightly at this, and slowly took two steps back to distance himself.
Putting on the air of boxing again, Ke Wen smiled and said: "Donor reminds me, please continue."
Whispers echoed from around the stands.
Most of the women started to become nymphomaniacs, feeling that Ke Wen was handsome and dashing, and they secretly commented on the many handsome guys at this event.
Men also appreciate Ke Wen's demeanor and are optimistic about Ke Wen's calmness and calmness, and they all ask each other when Quanzhen gained such an outstanding junior.
But in the field, Tiemaliu felt that Ke Wen couldn't see the situation clearly.
Then his expression became a little more serious, and two special balls of Qi were wrapped around a pair of fists...