Chapter 19

A year has passed, and Feng Shayan's short ear-length hair already has shoulder length, plus a tight red and black sportswear, which makes her look particularly strong and sexy.

Ke Wen smiled and reached out to Feng Shayan's slender waist.

However, the arm was patted by Feng Shayan.

Feng Shayan rolled her eyes slightly: "There are so many people, and you don't look frivolous in your Taoist robe? Be careful that the other Taoist priests are angry."

Kewen 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 just now."

"Don't pay attention to that crazy woman in the future."

Feng Shayan obviously had a lot of opinions on Feng Baobao, and commented: "Sloppy and arrogant, I have never seen someone as rude as her!"

Kewen smiled perfunctoryly and asked again, "By the way, how did you know Xingtong and Zhang Chulan look familiar?"

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 the inheritance of my family, but it's actually called 'Spiritual Dispatching'. Like Zhang Chulan's 'Qi Body Origin Stream', it is one of the eight wonders."

She looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping, and Feng Shayan lowered her voice even more: "The Eight Magical Skills are greedy, my father thinks that they are also the descendants of the Eight Magical Skills, and everyone should take care of each other, so I sent me to invite Zhang Chulan. Headquarters."

The voice returned to normal, and Feng Shayan shook her head a little reluctantly: "Some small things happened later, in short, with the intervention of that crazy woman,

Zhang Chulan did not join the World Association of My Family, but was recruited by the company. "

Cowen nodded.

It seems that with his butterfly, Feng Zhenghao changed the way of coping in the original plot, and did not match up for 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 drew lots, and after a while, the match table was sorted out.

Soon, a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain began to organize and call for the contestants to play.

There are four large electronic screens in the lottery space, allowing people to observe the scene in the four stadiums.

However, in addition to the contestants waiting to play, many people chose to enter the stadium in person and watch the game in the stands in order to see it more realistically.

One game after another, some talented players quickly emerged and easily won in the melee.

After more than half an hour, the disciples of Tianshi Mansion shouted loudly: "Please enter the 'Ding Suzaku' team into the fourth arena! Please enter the 'Ding Suzaku' team into the fourth arena!"

"It's my turn."

Kewen informed the Feng family sisters and brothers who had already returned victoriously, and then walked to 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 would not be able to get any grades in a year, so she worriedly warned: "Be careful, if you can't, just give up."

Kewen smiled, waved his hand, and stepped into the fourth court.

He was the second one to enter the arena. As soon as he entered the arena, the bald young man who was waiting with his shoulders folded his shoulders and said with a smile, "Oh, is Master Dao one of my opponents?"

Putting down his emaciated arms, the bald-headed young man handed over his hands and said, "When I get off the iron horse, the patriarch inherits the Southern School of Shaolin."

Kewen stamped in return: "Kowen Quinn, Quanzhen's named disciple."

At this time, another man and a woman entered the arena.

Introduce each other. Later, a man and a woman came from the north and the south, and the man learned from one of the Nanquan factions.

The woman with a slender figure and flushed cheeks was from the Northeast, and she was a shamanist fairy.

The woman is very crazy, and she can't walk at all when she sees Kewen's appearance.

After the referee disciple of the teacher's house announced the start of the match, the woman immediately pointed to Kewen and said to the other two: "I choose this Taoist as my opponent! The two of you will fight on your own!"

Tie Ma Liu and the man from the Mantis faction looked at each other, not wanting to care about the woman, so they retreated a little and soon fought together.

Seeing this, the woman smiled at Kewen idiotically: "What's your name, Taoist priest? How old are you this year? Do you have a partner? What do you think of me, old girl? My name is Deng Youlu. After we go out, let's go everywhere?"

Kewen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he pinched Yin and saluted slightly, "I'm sorry, donor, I'm a Quanzhen disciple, and I have to keep the precepts."

Deng Youlu was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of disappointment, so he forced a smile and said, "Well, let's be friends, come on, let's make a casual gesture first."

With that said, Deng Youlu put on a Sanda stance.

Kewen also raised his hands, but instead of putting on the air of his 'body fighting skills', he chose to learn from Quanzhen's self-cultivation skills.

This is a set of palm techniques. It is not powerful in attacking and attacking, but it is effective in activating the body's qi and blood.

At this time, seeing that Kewen was ready, Deng Youlu immediately rushed up.

He punched Kewen directly on the shoulder, but his eyes were always fixed on Kewen's face, his eyes still incomparably nympho.

For such a playful attack, Kewen reluctantly smiled bitterly in his heart, so he had to do the same, shrank his left shoulder sideways to avoid, and pushed his right palm forward.

Unexpectedly, Deng Youlu didn't mean to dodge at all. After her punch landed in the empty space, her chest seemed to take the initiative to meet her, covered by Kewen's palm.

Kewen was dumbfounded, and instantly withdrew his right hand like an electric shock.

On the other hand, Deng Youlu, a nympho with a blushing pretty face and a face full of nympho, folded his hands on his chest and bit his lower lip, staring at Ke Wen's face.

Several whistles sounded from the auditorium, and everyone laughed loudly while watching the excitement.

This brought Deng Youlu back to his senses.

She looked at Kewen reluctantly, and then shyly stomped her feet: "Little brother, you, oops! You are dead!"

After speaking, Deng Youlu turned around and ran, and quickly rushed out of the arena.

Kewen watched the other party disappear dully, then he gave a wry smile, shook his head and sighed: "What's all this called..."

"oops!"

At this moment, a scream of pain sounded in the distance, and the young man using the mantis hand suddenly flew upside down.

After falling to the ground for a while, the young man half sat up, shook his head and said to Tie Ma Liu, "Thank you for staying, forget it, I will admit defeat."

"Haha, I've given up!" Tie Ma Liu clenched his fists to the other side.

When the contestants of Tanglangmen left the field, Tie Ma Liu came to Kewen and said with a smile, "I see that the Taoist priest is very polite, but I didn't expect the Taoist priest to be a fellow man, how about it?"

Tie Ma Liu winked at Ke Wen: "How did you feel just now?"

"Cough, misunderstanding..." Ke Wen was a little embarrassed: "Just now, it was because the donor Deng Youlu was distracted."

"Hey, I understand! I understand!"

Tie Ma Liu grinned and said, "Come on, Taoist priest, we are the only ones left, please advise."

Kewen pinched the seal and saluted, and took up the stance again.

"Master, I'm going up."

Tie Ma Liu reminded him aloud, and then his figure suddenly activated, instantly crossing a distance of five or six meters, and punching Kewen's middle door.

Kewen stepped on the spiral footwork and immediately avoided the opponent's attack, and then the palm of his hand patted the iron horse Liu's shoulder with a 'pop' with the strength of the rotation.

The iron horse Liu didn't move at all, and quickly crossed his elbows, facing Kewen.

In response to this, Kewen stepped back instantly and dashingly, avoiding the opponent's attack.

The Iron Horse Liu, on the other hand, took advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, stomped his footsteps, quickly punched up, and used the arm fist technique all the way.

Kewen kept drifting back, his figure was graceful and unrestrained, and all the series of attacks from the iron horse fell into the air.

Tie Ma Liu stared at Kewen, and after a moment of rushing to observe, he couldn't help grinning: "Haha, I figured it out, handsome guys like you are all self-confident and pay attention to maintaining your own image, right?"

Having said that, Iron Horse Liu's offensive was suddenly interrupted.

He stuck his toes under the ground, and then said with a wicked smile, "Be careful, Dao Master, don't get your body dirty!"

After speaking, the iron horse suddenly raised his toes, kicked up a large piece of dust and gravel, and quickly covered Kewen.

Kewen looked calm, and his body moved sideways quickly, avoiding the coverage of dust.

And Tie Ma Liu seems to have calculated this point long ago, and even rushed to Kewen's foothold ahead of time.

The distance between the two was instantly pulled in, and the iron horse Liu didn't wait for Kewen to stand firm, and punched out quickly, and at the same time shouted: "See how you are hiding now!"

In response, Kewen had to stop moving, put his left palm across his chest to meet the attack, and quickly pushed his right palm forward.

Snapped! Bang!

After the fists met, Kewen's right palm slapped directly on Tie Ma Liu's chest.

However, the iron horse still remained motionless.

Maintaining a stalemate attitude, Tie Ma Liu grinned at Ke Wen: "Master, don't you think I can only punch through my arms?"

Kewen looked at his right palm, and when he saw the golden layer in front of his palm, he suddenly smiled and said, "I see, the donor is also proficient in the golden bell jar."

"That's right!"

Tie Ma Liu smiled and said: "How? Little Daoist, please admit defeat. Although you are both 'quanzhen', both your life and your body are equally extraordinary, but no matter what, you can't compare to my golden bell after all, right? Continue to consume and lose your demeanor. It must be you, the Taoist priest, right?"

Ke Wen smiled slightly at this, and slowly took two steps back to open the distance.

Putting on the boxing frame again, Ke Wen smiled and said, "Don't bother to remind me, please continue."

Whispers sounded from around the stands.

Most of the women started nympho, feeling that Kewen was handsome and unrestrained, and they secretly commented on the many handsome guys who started this event.

Men also appreciate Kewen's demeanor, and are optimistic about Kewen's composure.

On the field, Tie Ma Liu felt that Ke Wen could not see the situation clearly.

So his expression became a little serious, and two special groups of Qi were wrapped around a pair of fists by him...