Under One Person: Beginning of the Wang Family Young Master

The old man was very happy.

"He can combine the divine paint and the divine mask to this extent. This kid's talent is not as bad as he said."

The old Taoist priest smiled and shook his head gently, then turned his eyes to Wang Ai.

The divine paint technique, which turns the virtual into the real, sounds mysterious, but in fact, whether the painting can exert its due power depends entirely on the ability of the painter.

Although the power of Wang Quan's black dragon is weak, it can carry the faith of the world, but not everyone can do it.

To him, this kid is still too modest. From the beginning, the path he wants to take is not the traditional path of divine paint.

"Haha, it's just some unorthodox ways, not worth mentioning, old master, you flatter me."

Wang Ai responded with a smile, and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth became more and more conspicuous as his smile deepened.

Lu Jin witnessed this scene from the side, and couldn't help but feel an impulse in his heart, thinking: This old guy got the advantage and still acted cute, I really want to give him a punch!

Under the stands.

Zhang Lingyu witnessed the dragon's tail that was raging like thunder suddenly attacking, and his palms were instantly wrapped in dazzling golden light. He crossed his arms and resolutely met it.

There was a loud bang, like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, shaking the entire arena, and dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun.

Then, there was another deafening collision, echoing at the edge of the audience, as if even the space was shaking.

In this chaotic dust, Wang Quan waved his sleeves lightly.

An irresistible force swept up the wind, sweeping away the dust, revealing Zhang Lingyu's slightly embarrassed figure.

He slid down from the edge of the broken barrier, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, no longer the extraordinary temperament of the past.

"Master Lingyu, how is it?"

Wang Quan's voice sounded in the silence, both cold and deep. In his eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, there was a kind of indifference that transcended the world, as if he didn't care about anything.

Zhang Lingyu coughed lightly a few times, turned his eyes to a senior brother who was serving as a referee on the high platform, and said weakly:

"I admit defeat."

The audience seats around fell into a strange silence, people looked at each other, and hesitated to speak.

Faced with such a result, if the opponent was Zhang Chulan, it might cause an uproar, but the opponent was Wang Quan, this existence that conquered everything with absolute strength, people had no way to question, only awe.

"Oh, I was still claiming to be an outsider the day before yesterday and admonished you, but today I have committed a taboo. What a great irony."

Wang Quan sighed lightly, and his figure slowly turned and walked out of the stadium.

He benefited a lot from this battle.

"I have thought it through thoroughly."

"What I pursue is neither the supreme Tongtian Lu nor the mysterious Fenghou Qimen, or in other words, it is not just these."

"What I desire is the 'worldly skills' that gather all kinds of skills in the world!"

"Zhang Lingyu, this battle with you really made me deeply aware of my insignificance and arrogance."

"God's Hand, this is my innate talent, and I should not deliberately abandon it, otherwise this battle would not be so dangerous."

"I was wrong, very wrong!"

As Wang Quan walked out of the stadium step by step, his eyes became sharper, as if he could penetrate all obstacles and look directly at the infinite possibilities of the future.

The hand of God, this gift, is both a thorn in the test and a ladder to climb to the top for him.

When Wang Quan suddenly realized, his heart returned to tranquility, as if gently brushed by a gentle breeze, bringing unprecedented freshness and freedom.

His receding back seemed more and more calm.

Zhang Lingyu stared at Wang Quan's receding figure, and a sense of relief inexplicably surged in his heart.

The struggles of self-imposed limitations in the past were now dispelled by the early sun like morning mist, leaving no trace.

"It turns out that accepting the real self is not out of reach;"

"It turns out that accepting the real self is not as difficult as imagined;"

"It turns out that it is myself who has never forgiven me."

"I am the worst person from beginning to end."

"It's a pity, Zhang Chulan, that I can't play against you in the finals. It's really a pity."

Zhang Lingyu lay down slowly, letting the dust brush against his clothes, as if all the dust and dirt could no longer disturb his mood.

"Wang Quan vs. Zhang Lingyu, the winner is Wang Quan!"

The referee's announcement broke through the noise on the sidelines, and the contest officially came to an end.

The old Taoist priest looked at

The disciple's casual and frank appearance made him smile with satisfaction.

In his eyes, Zhang Lingyu was the inheritor that Tianshi Mansion was looking forward to, not a puppet who was bound by rules.

"Master Wang Ye, what do you think of this?"

Zhuge Qing and Zhuge Bai did not follow the crowd, but stayed behind and stood side by side with Wang Ye.

At first, he just thought Wang Ye was quite interesting, but now, deep in his heart, he was full of irrepressible curiosity about the strange methods used by Wang Ye.

Wang Ye smiled bitterly in his heart. Since Zhuge Qing's strong curiosity was ignited, he has been on guard.

As sorcerers, they can often go deep into the inner world and explore the confusion in their hearts, but Wang Ye's secret is a forbidden place that must not be touched.

Therefore, he tried to dissuade Zhuge Qing many times, but looking at his expression, he knew that his efforts were in vain.

Hearing that he finally changed the subject, Wang Ye leaned lightly on the wall, his fingers unconsciously rubbing his chin.

After thinking for a moment, he murmured: "Perhaps it is because he was born in the Wang family, so this innate ability makes him feel resistant."

"Although he doesn't show it on weekdays, today, in such an environment, he is eager to verify his strength through Zhang Lingyu's challenge, but he got stuck in a dead end because of it."

Zhuge Qing nodded in agreement, and it was obvious that his thoughts coincided with Wang Ye's.

However, he changed the subject and said with a bit of joking: "By the way, Taoist Wang Ye, the good show is over, don't you plan to go home?"

Wang Ye's face sank slightly when he heard this, and he thought to himself that Zhuge Qing's topic change speed was comparable to turning a book.

He sighed and explained, "With my ancestor's temper, if I knew something big was going to happen in Longhu Mountain but didn't help, I don't know what he would say about me when I go back."

Zhuge Qing smiled when he heard this, raised his eyebrows without comment, and then walked out of the field with Zhuge Bai.

Seeing this, Wang Ye hurriedly quickened his pace to catch up, wondering, "No, just talking about me, why are you still here? It seems that the old Tianshi has no relationship with your Wuhou Sect, right?"

Zhuge Qing stopped and turned back to give Wang Ye a meaningful smile: "Master Wang Ye, don't worry."

"I'm just interested in Zhang Chulan's true strength and want to witness it with my own eyes."

After hearing this, Wang Ye couldn't help but feel helpless again, secretly cursing this cunning fox in his heart.

If he wasn't worried that this guy's Taoism would collapse, he really wanted to open Fenghou Qimen to beat this guy up and let him know that people's hearts are sinister!