Chapter 219 Wang Ai's Visit "Wang Ye, Jin Renfeng, what happened to you? Can we continue the competition?" Standing on the podium, the referee asked loudly. "Brother Fude, I can't do it anymore. I give up!" Wang Ye raised his hand and responded loudly. "This..." The referee was caught off guard by this sudden surrender. "Wang Ye! Are you sure you want to admit defeat?" The referee felt a little puzzled and confirmed it again. The activation of the Luanjinju was extremely secretive, and no features could be seen from the surface. Therefore, he had no idea why Wang Ye suddenly fell down. "Sure, I'm running out of energy now, I really can't do anything!" Wang Ye said.
The referee nodded. Since the opponent had voluntarily admitted defeat, no matter what the reason was, he could only announce the result. "Wang Ye vs. Jin Ren Feng, the winner is Jin Ren Feng!" Upon hearing this result, there was an uproar in the audience. "What? Why did you lose all of a sudden?" "Wasn't the fight intense before? How come he fell down all of a sudden?" "It can't be a shady deal!" "What shady deal? The fight is almost going to turn the world upside down, how can there be any shady deal?" "Haha, I bet on Tianxiahui to win, and now I'm making a lot of money!" At the side of the stands, Lu Jin let out a sigh and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with this Wudang kid? He was fighting so vigorously earlier, why did he suddenly become weak?" The old Taoist priest looked puzzled and said calmly, "Looking at his performance, it seems like his magic has been broken and his Qi power has been exhausted." He had fought with Wang Ye before and had also been hit by this move, so he could vaguely see some clues. "So that's how it is. No wonder he suddenly looked exhausted. Anyway, his magic is quite amazing." Lu Jin said, "Being able to use wooden pillars to block the chopping of swords and knives seems to have overcome the law of life and death." "Although I don't understand Qimen, is there any Qimen magic in this world that can overcome the principle of life and death?" "A divine dragon carried a map out of Luoshui, and a colorful phoenix held a book in the blue clouds. Feng Hou was ordered to develop it into a text, and the Dunjia Qimen began from then on!" The old Taoist priest said slowly, "Have you forgotten, Old Lu? Among the eight strange skills, there was also a strange method called Fenghou Qimen..." . . . . . . .
Seeing that the outcome of the game was already decided, Jin Renfeng stepped forward and said, "Master Wang Ye, I see you are quite tired. Do you want me to help you?" Wang Ye slowly stood up from the ground and waved his hand. "No need! Although I can't move now, I can still walk." He shook his sleeves and patted the dust off his body. "You see, I'm so unlucky. Not only did I not help much, but I ended up exposing my own secrets." "It's probably going to be hard to go back to the mountain now." He used Fenghou Qimen, one of the eight great skills, at the Luotian Grand Ceremony, which certainly could not escape the eyes of those who were interested. Who knows how many people with ulterior motives will attack him in the future and try to seize the Fenghou Qimen method. It can be said that he failed to help others and ended up sending himself into trouble. "Since you can't go back to Wudang, Taoist Wang Ye might as well come to our Tianxia Association." Jin Renfeng took the opportunity to extend an invitation. "My Tianxia Association has always been eager to recruit talented people. With the strength of my Tianxia Association, it should be no problem to protect Taoist Wang Ye." "Forget it!" Wang Ye shook his head again and again, "Your Tianxia will have too many complicated things to do. I am a lazy person and I can't bear it." After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the venue in a carefree manner. Looking at Wang Ye's back, Jin Renfeng nodded secretly. Even at the risk of getting himself into danger, he is willing to step in and resolve the disaster. This Taoist priest Wang Ye is commendable both for his temperament and character. Although Jin Renfeng himself could not become a person like Wang Ye, it did not prevent him from admiring this fearless man who cared about the world. . . . . . . . Jin Renfeng walked up to the stands, only to see Xia He was the only one waiting for him. "Why are you alone? Where is Xingtong?" he asked. "I told him to go back and rest first!" Xia He glanced at the man, "He's already injured like that, what are you still waiting for here?" Jin Renfeng nodded. He had promised his adoptive father not to use the Shuangquan Hand in front of outsiders. In this situation, even if Xingtong was waiting here, it would be difficult for him to use any tricks. It would be better to go back and let the doctor treat the wound first. "By the way, isn't Shayan's game over yet?" "No! I heard that the crazy girl and that Feng Baobao were fighting fiercely." Xia He showed a smile. "It seems she is serious about this." Jin Renfeng rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Didn't I tell Shayan that it doesn't matter whether we win or lose this tournament? Why is she taking it so seriously?" "The crazy girl has always disliked Feng Baobao. Now that she finally meets him in the competition, she naturally wants to vent her anger."
Xia He pulled up the man's arm. "The game here is over, let's go over there and wait!" Her competition was right after Feng Shayan's, and was also the last match of the top eight. Jin Renfeng nodded. . . . . . . The ground was covered with broken marks, as if it had been rubbed with a file. The surrounding walls were also covered with marks from swords and knives. Feng Shayan panted and looked helplessly at Feng Baobao opposite her. This guy is like a loach. No matter how intensive her attacks are, he can always find a loophole to escape. By now, after fighting for nearly a whole morning, she was almost exhausted, but the opponent was still full of energy. "What is this madman's body made of? How come it's so durable!" Feng Shayan complained in her heart. Dang Dang Dang—— Without the support of true Qi, the flying swords slowly fell to the ground. Feng Baobao's body was covered with tiny wounds, and the overflowing blood had dyed her clothes blood red. Obviously, she paid a certain price to avoid Feng Shayan's attack. However, in terms of true energy, she is much better than the other party after all. Decades of life cultivation and special physique have endowed Feng Baobao with a huge amount of true Qi that he can squander at will. Seeing the opponent's flying sword falling, Feng Baobao quickly launched an attack. In order to prevent any casualties, she even put away the dagger. Coming in front of the opponent, Feng Baobao raised his palm high and hit the opponent on the back of the neck. "I surrender!" At the moment when the attack was about to hit her, Feng Shayan chose to raise her hands to admit defeat. Her true energy was exhausted and it was useless to struggle. Rather than suffer, she might as well just admit defeat. As soon as she said this, Feng Baobao immediately stopped. Her extreme control over her body allowed her to go from extreme speed to a static state in an instant. "Feng Baobao vs. Feng Shayan, the winner is Feng Baobao!" . . . . . . "Crazy girl, you're too into it! It's just a game, and you look how tired you are." Looking at Feng Shayan in the man's arms, Xia He said teasingly.
Feng Shayan collapsed completely after the game. If Jin Renfeng hadn't carried her up, she wouldn't have had the strength to even walk to the stands. "Fox girl! None of your business is my business!" Feng Shayan said weakly while lying in Jin Renfeng's arms. This time she was really exhausted and didn't even have the energy to argue with the other party. Jin Renfeng glanced at Feng Shayan's body, but didn't see any wounds. It seems that although the girl lost the game, she didn't suffer any loss. But this is normal. The combination of the space gate and the flying sword ensures that most attacks cannot hit Feng Shayan. She may have opponents she cannot defeat now, but there are few who can hurt her. A pure close combat expert like Feng Baobao had no way to deal with her. He could only rely on his higher cultivation to fight her. "Next match, Xia He vs. Zhang Chulan, players please enter!" In the field, the referee announced loudly. Hearing her name, Xia He stopped arguing and turned around and jumped into the field. . . . . . . Seeing the tall woman in front of him, Zhang Chulan rubbed his palms and showed a flattering smile on his face. "Sister He, we are all family. Brother Jin has mentioned the competition before. If you watch this game, can you please take care of me?" Because there were audiences watching, there were some things he couldn't say directly and could only try to hint at them. "Don't worry, we won't go back on our promise to you!" Xia He said casually. Although she was not familiar with Zhang Chulan, since the little man had made the decision, she had no intention of going against it. "That's good, that's good!" Zhang Chulan breathed a sigh of relief. Even Junior Uncle Zhang Lingyu was no match for this guy, so he was certainly no match for him. If they really fought, his Luotian Grand Ceremony would be over. Fortunately, Jin Renfeng had promised him that he could help him win the championship, otherwise he really wouldn't know what to do. With the strength of the Tianxiahui, even Sister Baoer might not be able to bury this person. After the game started, Xia He raised his hand to admit defeat, and the referee announced Zhang Chulan as the winner. The entire competition process took no more than one minute, which can be said to be extremely fast. "Are you just giving up like that? You should at least fight back a few times!" Jin Renfeng said with a wry smile as he watched Xia He leap onto the stands. "What's the point of fighting? I don't want to win anyway. Fighting is just a waste of time." Xia He raised her hair. . . . . . .
In the room, Feng Xingtong, with a bruised face and nose, was resting on the bed. Because of the excessive consumption during the game, the exhausted boy fell asleep. Feng Zhenghao sat aside, taking care of his injured son while thinking about the affairs of the Wang family. Upon learning that his son was injured, he dropped Shayan's game and rushed back as soon as possible. But he never thought that he would hear from Xingtong that Wang Bing actually controlled the Feng family's ability to capture spirits and dispatch generals. How is this possible? It was obvious that this method was passed down to them from generation to generation by his grandfather, and it was passed down orally, so there was absolutely no possibility of it being leaked. How did the Wang family master the power of summoning spirits and dispatching generals? Feng Zhenghao's heart was full of doubts. dong dong dong- At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. "Please come in!" squeak- The old-fashioned wooden door was pushed open, and a hunchbacked old man with a rat-like beard walked slowly into the room, leaning on a cane. "Master Wang Ai, why are you here?" Seeing the person coming, Feng Zhenghao became alert. "Isn't the child injured? It was my son who did it. I came here to take a look!" Wang Ai said calmly. Feng Zhenghao glanced at the old man. The other party didn't even mention a gift, so it was obvious that the so-called visit was just an excuse. "Mr. Wang Ai..., I have something I want to ask you, I hope you can give me an answer." Feng Zhenghao asked coldly. "How can people from your Wang family also summon spirits and send generals? This is clearly a method used by our Feng family!" "The reason for this is actually very simple. It was your grandfather himself who handed over the Soul Capture and General Sent to our Wang family!" Wang Ai laughed wickedly. "Nonsense! That is the family heirloom of my Feng family. How could my grandfather give it to your Wang family?" Feng Zhenghao said angrily. "Don't be anxious! President Feng, think about it carefully. They are both descendants of the Eight Wonders. What kind of life did Zhang Huaiyi and Zhang Chulan lead? They were hunted down for their entire lives! Think about it again. As descendants of the Eight Wonders, can you live an upright life?" Wang Ai said coldly. "Have you ever thought about the specific reasons?" "That's naturally because of the strength of our Tianxiahui!" Feng Zhenghao said in a deep voice. "Tianxiahui, shit!" Wang Ai cursed, "Your shit Tianxiahui, a force that has only been rising for a dozen years, what qualifications do you have to protect your Feng family?" "To tell you the truth, your Feng family is where it is today because of my father, who protected you back then!" Hearing this, Feng Zhenghao was shocked. "After the thirty-six thieves formed an oath of brotherhood, your grandfather was separated from the other thieves and fell into the hands of our Wang family..."
Wang Ai talked about what happened that year. "This Feng Tianyang is surprisingly spineless..." "He kept begging my father. He would agree to anything as long as I let him live..." "My father felt sorry for him and didn't bully him. He just asked him to hand over his unique skills to the Wang family. Not only did he spare the Wang family, he also used the power of the Wang family to mediate for him..." "This Feng Tianyang is really straightforward. Not only did he hand over the Soul-Binding and General-Dispatching Technique, he also swore to heaven that if he had any descendants, he would never pass on the complete Soul-Binding and General-Dispatching Technique to them!" "In order to repay the favor of saving his life, he wants the Wang family to suppress your Feng family forever." "In order to get my father to plead for him in front of other masters, during the interrogation, he also revealed the names and special skills of other people he knew." "With my father protecting him, the other leaders were able to let Feng Tianyang go." At this point, Wang Ai turned his head with a sarcastic look on his face. "Do you understand? Your current glory was earned by your grandfather Feng Tianyang with his head knocked one by one. It was obtained by betraying the information of his accomplices. It was guaranteed for you by our Wang family!" Feng Zhenghao's forehead was covered with cold sweat and he took two steps back in disbelief. "How is this possible? My grandfather never told me about this!" "That's normal. This matter was the top secret of the alien world at the time. When Feng Tianyang was interrogated, only a few sect leaders who were involved were present. Not even a single confidant was brought along! You can't find out anything." Wang Ai said sarcastically, "Besides, this is not a glorious thing, so he will naturally not tell you descendants about it!" Feng Zhenghao raised his head and said coldly, "Wang Ai! What is your purpose for coming here this time? I don't think you are here to tell me what happened to my grandfather." "Feng Zhenghao, I, the old man, look down on you from the bottom of my heart. You are a servile descendant of a slave generation. You yell at me all day long and act like a boss. Who do you think you are?" Wang Ai cursed loudly. (End of this chapter)