"Zhang Zhiwei!"
Although the Taoist priest's voice was soft, it carried great weight.
The martial arts training ground, which had been noisy just now, suddenly became silent.
Only a sudden "here" was heard.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
In the corner of the crowd, a Taoist priest in a gray robe was sitting with his back against a big tree. He casually stuffed a handful of peanuts into his mouth, chewed them with a crunching sound, and slowly stood up.
Everyone's gazes were raised.
Zhang Zhiwei, standing, looks very awkward among this young generation, giving people a sense of incongruity, like a crane standing out among a flock of chickens.
It was as if he shouldn't be standing among the younger generation, he should be sitting at the table with the elders.
This is what Feng Ping thought and shouted: "Senior Zhang, I..."
But before he could finish his words, he was suppressed by his master, Master Chu, who slapped him on the forehead and gave him a slap on the butt, forcing him to utter the rest of his words.
"Evil beast, the Heavenly Master is talking, why are you howling? You have no respect for your parents, I will deal with you later!" Master Chu warned in a low voice.
The world of strange people is divided into three religions and nine classes. The Heavenly Master is equivalent to half the leader of Taoism among the three religions, and his status is very high. When he was speaking, a junior shouted loudly. No wonder Master Chu was furious and slapped Feng Ping directly.
Zhang Jingqing didn't care about Feng Ping's unreasonable behavior and said in a deep voice:
"Accompany Master Lu to practice with the seniors!"
"Yes, sir!"
Zhang Zhiwei nodded, and without any fancy entrance, he walked leisurely towards the martial arts arena.
"Wow, there's going to be a good show. The Heavenly Master's disciple has also appeared. This competition is bound to be amazing!" exclaimed the head of the Wang family.
"I think so too. A disciple of the Heavenly Master has an extraordinary aura at first glance, but I wonder what his major is?"
"He's the head of the three talisman sects of the Tianshi Mansion, and he controls the Three Mountains Talisman Sect. I'm sure he practices talismans just like that junior high priest of the Shangqing Sect. To be honest, the talisman sect's methods can be used for both close and long-range attacks, and they have both offensive and defensive capabilities. If we were to face an upright enemy, I think little Lu Jin would likely be defeated!"
"That's not necessarily true. The talisman sect's methods are indeed powerful, but it takes time to cast the talisman. If Lu Jin can seize the opportunity when the talisman is cast and use his speed to attack fiercely, he still has a great chance of winning!"
At the elders' table, several seniors made incisive comments based on their own experiences.
"Master, your disciple is tall and has a dignified bearing! No wonder he is regarded as a senior!" Old Master Lu said with a smile.
"Mr. Lu, thank you for your praise!"
Zhang Jingqing looked at Lu Jin on the field and reminded him, "Master Lu, let me, your foolish disciple Zhang Zhiwei, fight with you. Oh, and I have something to tell you. His 'Zhang' is a fake surname!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the martial arts arena was in an uproar. Who in the world of extraordinary people doesn't know the value of the disciples who pretended to be disciples of the Tianshi Mansion?
It can be said that once a disciple from another family is given a false surname, he has already stepped half a foot into the threshold of the position of Heavenly Master and will definitely not be weak.
"If you're pretending to be a disciple, won't you be taught thunder magic? I think little Lu Jin is going to be amazing this time!"
"I think so too. The Tianshi Mansion doesn't easily send out disciples with false surnames. If they do, they must be incredibly talented!"
"That's not true. Although the Tianshi Mansion's Thunder Method is powerful, the Sanyi Sect's Nisheng Three-level is not bad either. I think this competition will be a fierce battle between dragons and tigers!"
Everyone was talking about it.
Hearing the news that Zhang Zhiwei was a disciple with a false surname, Lu Jin was also stunned. Thinking of his previous conversation with Zhang Zhiwei, he had also wished Zhang Zhiwei well, saying that he would have a good chance of becoming a disciple with a false surname in the future. However, he did not expect that Zhang Zhiwei was already a disciple with a false surname.
It’s a bit embarrassing to think about it, but it doesn’t matter. Since Senior Brother Zhang is a disciple who pretends to be someone else, he must have practiced the Five Thunders Method. So today, let me experience this legendary martial art!
Lu Jin folded his arms and said, "Brother Zhang, don't go easy on me just because you're a few years older than me. I practice as hard as you do!"
"Okay! I won't hold back!"
Zhang Zhiwei nodded. Even without Lu Jin's advice, he would not hold back. This matter was not only related to his research on the reverse life state, but also to the fate of Huaiyi. If he didn't cause some trouble, how could this kid get to the top?
Before taking action, he recalled Lu Jin's life in his mind - the future Ten Lords, nicknamed Flawless Life, and jokingly said to have been beaten all his life and had no time to beat others.
The reason for this nickname is not to say that Lu Jin is not strong. In fact, Lu Jin is very strong. From young to old, there are only five of his peers who can beat him.
But there is no way. Lao Lu has been a noble man all his life. He doesn't like to blow up fish ponds. He loves high-end games and specializes in peak competitions.
Old Lu has a hobby and a goal in his life. His hobby is to defeat the old Taoist priest who is number one in the world, and his goal is to kill Wu Gensheng who is among the top three in the world.
Wu Gensheng disappeared early, and Lao Lu was unable to fulfill his wish, so he could only cling to the old Taoist priest. From time to time, he went to Longhu Mountain to fight with the old Taoist priest, in order to avenge the fact that he was killed instantly by a slap in the face when he was young.
At that time, the old Taoist priest had already captured his inner monkey, and his mind and nature became harmonious and integrated. In his conduct and interactions with others, everything was perfect.
Considering that he was an old friend, he always treated him as a playful opponent, competing with each other with wins and losses. Occasionally, Lu Jin would even perform beyond his normal level and beat the old Taoist priest black and blue.
This also made Lao Lu have one of the three major illusions in his life - the old Taoist priest and I are evenly matched. Therefore, he contributed to the famous joke of "I cried with joy on Longhu Mountain and killed the old Taoist priest."
This illusion lasted until the XLGL grassland. At that time, facing the furious old Taoist priest, the ten masters could only persuade him with kind words. Only Old Lu, who specialized in playing in the peak competition, refused to believe it. In the end, he was killed instantly by a slap, and his dream returned to a hundred years ago.
Just like this moment!
"Brother Zhang, I'm going!"
Lu Jin activated the third level of Reverse Life, his whole body filled with clear energy. Zhang Zhiwei's identity as his disciple made him dare not be careless at all. He did not hold back like in the previous competitions, and he went straight to full firepower. He seized the initiative, flew out, and released a strong wind with extraordinary power.
But the next moment, Lu Jin suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and raised his eyes.
Swish!
A pair of sharp eyes pressed against his forehead.
It turned out that the moment he made his move, Zhang Zhiwei took the initiative and approached Lu Jin.
The two were so close to each other that Lu Jin just reacted.
So fast... How could it be... Lu Jin's heart was about to break. In his eyes, the aura of Zhang Zhiwei was pressing down on him like a rolling wave, making him unable to muster the slightest desire to resist.
Immediately afterwards, a huge hand slowly chopped down from above, and it became bigger and bigger, just like the sky collapsing and the sky turning upside down.
At this moment, everything in the world seemed to have lost its color to Lu Jin.
Accompanied by a "pop" sound.
Lu Jin's Qi and consciousness suddenly stopped, his mind went blank, and he felt something running around in his brain.
Then, everything went black, and he fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious.
On the martial arts field, Zhang Zhiwei had one hand hanging by his side, the other hand with the sleeve rolled up, his palm spread out, his eyes bright on his indifferent face, like a god or a devil.