met free Chapter 180 Sun Zei, you are quite good at having fun, huh?
Chapter 180 Sun Zei, you are quite good at having fun, huh?
Before Wang Ye could finish his words, the old Taoist priest appeared beside him at such a speed that even the media nearby were startled.
The old Taoist priest looked down at Wang Ye, but Wang Ye gave the old Taoist priest an awkward but polite smile. The old Taoist priest then stepped forward and grabbed the knife stuck in the cement block.
He exerted a little force, although only used 1/10 of his strength, but he failed to pull the knife out of the cement block.
The old Taoist priest gradually increased the strength in his hands until he had 100% strength in his hands, but he was still unable to remove the knife that Wang Ye had stuck in the cement block.
"How can you compete like this? If I remember correctly, you and Zhuge Qing easily pulled out the knife that day. Is it possible that only that reporter could pull it out?" The old Taoist priest pondered. After all, he had watched the live broadcast last night. It was such a big commotion that he had to watch it.
Listening to the old Taoist's analysis, Wang Ye's face turned green. If this was true, he really suspected that there was something wrong with the young reporter who had easily pulled out the knife on the mountain yesterday.
Originally, he thought that it was Zhang Chulan, a contestant in today's competition, who did this, but looking at the silly look on Zhang Chulan's face, Wang Ye felt that the other party did not have such intentions.
Could it really be related to that young reporter from yesterday?
This is the old Taoist priest. Even the old Taoist priest can’t pull it out. Who can pull it out?
"Oh, this is a knife. I remember there is a man here who sells knives on credit." The old Taoist priest seemed to have discovered something and quickly cast his gaze in the direction of Song Yuan.
Song Yuan also came to the martial arts field at this time and took a look at Wang Ye. He didn't say much and directly pulled out the knife.
Wang Ye looked at Song Yuan with gratitude.
Song Yuan thought he was exposed, but when he saw Wang Ye's gaze, he felt something was fishy.
There's something wrong with this look.
Why does he look so grateful?
The old Taoist priest looked at Song Yuan with great satisfaction and said with great emotion, "As expected of a knife seller, you are different from ordinary people. I used all my strength just now, but I couldn't pull the knife off the stone. I thought Wang Ye was joking with me."
Wang Ye got goosebumps all over his body and waved his hands quickly: "How could I possibly joke with the old Taoist priest? Everything I said is true, but I can get down from here now."
Song Yuan nodded: "That's good, then you can continue the game."
After saying that, Song Yuan went back to the stands.
However, after returning to the stands, Feng Baobao looked at him with resentment on her face.
Xu Si's face was filled with a look of despair. "Song Yuan, how can you help Wang Ye remove that knife? Doesn't that mean Zhang Chulan is doomed to fail?"
Song Yuan looked nonchalant: "Don't worry, there's no chance of a fight. Wang Ye, have you forgotten those colorful lights in the room last night?"
"I know. Wang Ye must have used a lot of magic to free the knife." Xu Si nodded repeatedly. "I thought he used so many magic last night that he didn't even have the energy to get out of bed today."
Song Yuan sat down at his seat, and Bai Xianchu beside him immediately peeled an orange for him and brought it to his mouth: "Eat something quickly."
Such treatment made Xu Si and Xu San beside them particularly jealous. Xu Si even turned around and glanced at Xu San: "Why don't you give me some too."
Xu San rolled his eyes: "Is your hand broken? Can't you peel it yourself? Do you still need my help?"
Xu Si coughed and abruptly changed the subject, looking at Song Yuan eagerly. "I thought he'd tried all night and wouldn't be able to get up the next morning, but why is he here again? It would be fine if he came, but you also untied his restraints. Isn't that the end of Zhang Chulan?"
But Feng Baobao, who was standing next to him, had already understood what had happened. Feng Baobao smiled widely and suddenly rushed to the railing, shouting at Zhang Chulan below: "Zhang Chulan, beat him up, beat him up hard."
"There are limits to how a Qimen sorcerer can use their magic," Song Yuan suddenly said, though the background noise, mixed with Feng Baobao's fierce roar, made it difficult for Xu Si to hear clearly. "Actually, we can understand that using magic requires mana. But in reality, mana doesn't exist; it can only be considered the sorcerer's mental power."
"The current Wang Ye no longer has much mental energy to continue casting spells. Of course, it is possible to continue casting spells, but if Zhang Chulan fights him, there should be no problem."
After all, Zhang Chulan still knows the Five Thunders.
What's more, it is very likely that Wang Ye will not directly compete with Zhang Chulan in five cases.
Because Wang Ye came to Luotian Dajiao, it is very likely that he did not come simply to win the championship.
Even though Song Yuan knew about this plot, he also understood that some changes might have occurred. After all, Song Yuan was not in the previous plot. Even the old Taoist priest planned to pass the Taoist degree directly to Song Yuan after seeing him.
Therefore, it is not impossible that Wang Ye's mood has changed.
"Don't fight with me, I won't compete with you in this." Sure enough, when Wang Ye saw Zhang Chulan rushing towards him, his mouth twitched.
Although Zhang Chulan has not used the Qi Body Source Flow so far, and usually acts in a cowardly manner when fighting, Wang Ye also knows that Zhang Chulan's trump card is not this, and there must be something else.
"I won't fight with you." Wang Ye suddenly turned around and said to the referee, "Give each of us a plate of buns, and I'll have a bun-eating contest with him."
The referee had an incredulous expression on his face: "Are you crazy? Play well and stop talking nonsense, or I'll whip you."
"Give me a steamed bun, that's fine too," Wang Ye said, sitting on the ground. "Are you kidding me? How many magic spells did I use to pull this thing out last night? I've used up all my mana, okay?"
The old Taoist priest twitched his lips when he heard this: "Do you think you are playing a game?"
"It's all about the same thing anyway." Wang Ye lay down on the ground after hearing this. "If I use my magic now, I'll vomit. I won't be able to bear it."
Having said that, Wang Ye looked at Zhang Chulan who was not far away and said, "Why don't you just hit me like this now and knock me off the ring."
Zhang Chulan also had a frown on his face, and his gaze was even a little uncontrollable as he looked towards the stands.
Wang Ye also unconsciously followed Zhang Chulan's gaze and looked towards the stands. After just one glance, he saw Song Yuan's smiling face and suddenly seemed to understand something.
"So what happened to me last night was caused by you?" Wang Ye saw Zhang Chulan, and when he looked at Feng Baobao and Song Yuan, he understood everything. He suddenly had an idea: "Sure, Zhang Chulan, grandson, you are quite playful, aren't you?"
Zhang Chulan's face was filled with black lines.