One person: Started at Wudang, got hit on the head by Lu Zu's sword.

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Lu Xuan was very considerate and raised his hand to pat Xiao Xiao's upper dantian.

With such a strong temper, using such intense breathing techniques in a short period of time might shatter your own soul!

The palm strike was gentle, and Xiao Xiao didn't even feel any pain. He simply went black and lost consciousness.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lu Xuan's palm strike, carrying a powerful gust of wind, tossed Xiao Xiao's body high into the air.

Spinning on its own axis and revolving around the sun, Xiao Xiao flew into the sky in a graceful arc, like a spinning top.

Then, with a thud, it landed on the ground.

The entire place fell silent, with everyone secretly thinking that the Blood-Clad Madman was indeed ruthless, sending someone flying dozens of meters with a single slap.

Is he likely going to be beaten to a quarter or even five-tenths dead?

The Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain quickly stepped forward and carefully examined Xiao Xiao's body.

But his expression was strange: "It seems like there's no injury at all?"

His aura was deep and his breathing was long and even. There was not a single external injury on his body. Xiao Xiao seemed to be asleep.

"The winner this time: Lu Xuan!"

The crowd erupted in shock. How could someone have gotten hurt after such a huge commotion?

Lu Xuan's words from earlier resurfaced in everyone's minds... He wouldn't get hurt no matter what?

Winning a match is easy, and avoiding injury isn't difficult either.

But to easily subdue someone without them getting hurt sounds rather difficult...

Just how advanced is this Taoist Master Lu's cultivation?

Under the clear blue sky, a bolt of lightning struck not far away, drawing Lu Xuan's attention.

Why is it thundering in broad daylight?

Surely it couldn't be that someone got struck by lightning for showing off, could it?

[Failure Diary]

There's always a certain illusion about failing: "I could do it too!"

[I've recently had a new idea for a novel, I'll write it down secretly first, and if I can't, I'll delete this sentence.]

Chapter 65: Sometimes showing off really gets you struck by lightning!

As soon as Lu Xuan walked to the adjacent arena, he smelled a burning odor.

Two Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain carried a stretcher, hurriedly rushing out of the arena with a lump of black charcoal on it.

The "coke" on the stretcher twitched from time to time, and a faint black smoke was emanating from his body.

The winner in the arena was a figure dressed in white: Zhang Lingyu.

Is this Zhang Lingyu's match?

"This lump of coke... looks familiar?"

Lu Xuan seemed to be deep in thought.

Xu San, Xu Si, and Bao'er, who were in the stands, waved to Lu Xuan as soon as they saw him.

"Master Lu, come quick, come quick! There was a good show just now."

"What a pity you didn't see it!"

Xu Si was in high spirits, grinning from ear to ear.

Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow: "What happened that made you so happy?"

Xu Si quickly recounted the fierce battle that had just taken place...

On the field, Zhang Lingyu, dressed in white, bowed to his three opponents.

Dressed in pristine white, impeccably polite, Zhang Lingyu's manners were always impeccable.

"Zhang Lingyu has met several people."

The three contestants in the arena had different expressions, all inwardly lamenting their bad luck in encountering Zhang Lingyu, the old master's youngest disciple, in the very first round.

The world of supernatural beings has been at peace for a long time. Various factions and schools communicate with each other, and the younger generation is familiar with each other. They generally know who is more outstanding.

Of course, this excludes Lu Xuan, who spent twenty years in seclusion, barely ever lifting a finger, but became famous overnight after descending the mountain.

They killed over two hundred members of the Quanxing sect! Is that something a human could do?

So when they encountered Zhang Lingyu, they were all in awe.

Aside from having a fried chicken leg in his mouth... Pshaw! Hidden Dragon.

Canglong is a loyal fan of Lu Linglong, the president of Lu Linglong's fan club, and an expert in collecting intelligence in the world of supernatural beings.

The reason for participating in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony was to assist Lu Jin in his plans for the Quanxing Sect and to solidify his own intelligence network.

Whether he could advance or not was not on his mind at all; the most important thing was to take the opportunity to gather intelligence and improve his intelligence network.

Before Canglong could finish eating the chicken leg, Passerby A and Passerby B had already collapsed to the ground.

"I give up, I give up!"

"Damn it, I ran into Master Lingyu in the first round."

"Gentlemen, you are too kind..."

Zhang Lingyu bowed to the two of them, then looked at Canglong, who was still gnawing on a chicken leg.

As the true qi rose, Zhang Lingyu strode towards Canglong, ready to make his move.

"Wait a minute, don't be silly..."

Zanglong quickly gave a French military salute and hurriedly explained.

"Master Lingyu, I'm not here to fight."

Zhang Lingyu's expression hardened slightly as he dispersed the Qi in his hand.

His expression was puzzled: "Are you admitting defeat?"

"Before admitting defeat, there are a few small requests I'd like to ask Master Lingyu to grant..."

When Canglong spoke, his eyes were shining.

That smells like gossip...

Zhang Lingyu frowned slightly; he wasn't that arrogant.

In addition, the old master often told him to face his true self and not to always have a cold face.

Asking questions is also acceptable.

The dragon's eyes shone brightly.

“Master Lingyu, did the Celestial Master really say to you, ‘Chu Lan is often ill, you should encourage him’?”

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

His expression immediately darkened, and streaks of lightning gathered and pulsed in his palm.

Indeed, it's better to just take action!

Zanglong was startled and quickly changed his words: "Actually, it's okay not to say this."

"I have other questions, and other..."

Zhang Lingyu's expression softened slightly.

Then I heard Canglong rubbing his hands together, his eyes shining as he spoke.

"Master Lingyu, everyone actually wants to know, who took your virginity?"

Could you explain in more detail?

Zhang Lingyu: "?"

Recalling Xia He's figure and the mistake that happened that night, Zhang Lingyu's face turned as black as ink.

Canglong's eyes gleamed, while Zhang Lingyu's face gradually darkened.

However, Canglong remained completely oblivious to the danger and continued his reckless behavior.

Canglong pressed on, "Whose daughter was it that took your virginity? Everyone's been so curious, when can we meet her..."

Canglong's eyes shone brightly, and once he started talking, he couldn't stop.

Zhang Lingyu's face was so black it looked like water could drip from it.

The long-brewing lightning magic could no longer be controlled, and Zhang Lingyu, expressionless, swung the dangerous lightning in his palm toward the sky.

Canglong looked up at the sky in confusion.

Why throw lightning into the sky when we're talking?

Then a devastating bolt of lightning roared down.

A thunderous roar echoed through the arena, accompanied by Canglong's agonizing screams.

"Hahaha!"

Xu Si slapped the stands and burst into wild laughter.

Even Xu San, who was standing next to him, was speechless.

This kid Canglong isn't just rubbing salt into the wound, he's stabbing it in the back.

Lu Xuan couldn't help but look at Canglong with new respect.

Who would have thought! Despite his obese appearance, Canglong possesses such courage.

"Please, contestants from Yi Qinglong, enter the arena immediately..."

The referee's voice rang out in the arena, and the three contestants had already entered.

"Yi Qinglong?"

Xu Si scratched his chin: "I think it's Zhang Chulan's episode?"