"That's all." "So fast." "The feng shui of the east is not good either." "No, the formation of foreign devils was not broken, and they lost almost the same place, and there were not many people left."...

After hearing the host's words, the guests all started to talk about it again.

In the eyes of many people, the Eastern Feng Shui is not only a failure, but it is almost done.

"Where did I see it, I said that domestic products are not good, not just cars, but also Feng Shui is not good." "It seems that the same thing is true." "And I also like this decoration. After I finish, I will ask the Western Feng Shui master to set up a Feng Shui bureau for me, and I will also want this." "I think so too."...

When the guests said this, the monks and Taoists present looked ugly.

They were holding their breath, but Is there any way? Who asked the masters of this sect to go up and let others defeat them in one minute? Judging from this posture, they were not of the same level at all. They were covered in dust, like defeated roosters.

Behind the crowd, there were three people who were like nothing happened. Two young men stood behind a wheelchair, and one elder was sitting in a wheelchair.

The wheelchairman's face is now back to normal, and he can't tell his happiness. He is back later than Zhang Yu and Pan Yun, and his legs are not good. He didn't go when others visited and stayed here and looked at the big screen.

"The overall situation has been decided." Suddenly, the wheelchairman said lightly.

"The adoptive father... the overall situation has been decided, what does it mean..." Xiaoyun asked curiously immediately.

"This contest was actually over after the first game." The wheelchairman said inexplicably.

"Not that, I think there are some experts who haven't made it... Among them... there is the bad guy Zhang Yu..." When Xiaoyun mentioned Zhang Yu, she specially added the word "bad guy" in front of it.

"Zhang Yu!" Hearing Zhang Yu's name, the wheelchair man couldn't help but grit his teeth, and murderous intent appeared on his face.

Xiaoyun looked at her adoptive father from the side, and was shocked when she saw the wheelchairman's expression was wrong. In her opinion, the wheelchairman was still angry about the last incident and wanted to kill Zhang Yu.

However, she immediately thought of another thing. Her adoptive father spoke before and didn't plan to have anything to do with Zhang Yu anymore. Why did she change her sexual desire after a while?

She didn't dare to ask too much, and then she heard the wheelchairman say, "No matter who it is, it's impossible to beat that foreign devil."

"Master, what about you?" said the young man.

Xiaoyun immediately became interested and said, "Entertainment Father, if you take action, can you win?"

"If it were before, I would definitely lose, but it's hard to say now." said the wheelchairman.

"Why is it hard to say now? With your adoptive father's cultivation, can't you beat him?" Xiaoyun asked in confusion.

"Although I have already seen some of the clues, I am still not his opponent here. In addition, if this person dares to set up a formation alone, how can it be possible if he does not have a certain strength? At most... can I be 50% sure..." At the end of the conversation, the tone of the wheelchairman was obviously not sure.

Seeing that he was only 50% sure, Xiaoyun and the young man were both shocked. In the eyes of the two, not only was the wheelchair man invincible, but it was almost the same.

Xiaoyun said a little dissatisfied: "How could it be 50%? If you take action, I think you will definitely win."

"Xiaoyun, don't overestimate your father's cultivation. There are people outside of others and there are heavens... This foreign devil is not easy to deal with, especially the magic weapon he uses, which is even more clever..." The wheelchair man said this, but obviously, he was somewhat dissatisfied.

In his opinion, the magic weapon in Duluff's hand is more powerful. If there were no such powerful magic weapon, his chances of winning would definitely be a little more.

"Anyway, the righteous father is the most powerful. Since the adoptive father said that they must have lost, he basically lost. I have known bragging these days. That real person, that master, and a Taoist priest, is not as powerful as the adoptive father. Just their little Taoist skills will be solved in one minute. It is simply a futile reputation!" Xiaoyun said with a pouting mouth.

She didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick. The wheelchairman didn't say anything, but just shook his head secretly. It would be obvious that it would be impossible to say that the masters who had defeated before were all futile. In the eyes of the wheelchairman, Zhang Zhenren from the Tianshi Mansion and Taoist Master Hao from the Chongyang Palace were not given for nothing, and even his cultivation level was above him.

On the Wudang Taoist Temple, Zhang Yu, his disciples, Zhang Yinling, Wen Qiong and his daughter were all together. Zhang Yinling was dejected and no longer had her previous liveliness. Her father, whom she admired the most, actually lost like this, which made her very disappointed.

Wang Chunli and Zhao Qiuju comforted her, but it was useless.

At this time, Zhang Qingfeng whispered: "Master, you are only a few monks and two real people left. What should we do now? Are we going to lose?"

"Don't be blind, can Master lose?" Li Mingyue said immediately.

"Of course I don't want my master to lose, but that foreign devil is really amazing." Zhang Qingfeng said helplessly.

Zhang Yu was calm on the surface, but he was thinking about a solution in his mind.

He didn't expect a very comprehensive way for a while, and it would take some time. However, no one competed with Duluf at the moment, so someone had to come out.

Sure enough, the host on the stage shouted again: "Several, who else wants to communicate with Mr. Duluff?"

Of course, Zhang Yu couldn't stand up immediately. He looked at Zhang Qingfeng and whispered: "Where are those four great monks?"

"It seems that after entering their house, I never came out again." Zhang Qingfeng said.

"We didn't pay much attention, either." Li Mingyue said.

"You can set this monk out first." Zhang Yu whispered.

"Okay." Zhang Qingfeng nodded and agreed, then shouted in full swing, "Where are those four masters?"

"By the way, why haven't the four masters set up their formations yet? Can you ask what's going on?" Li Mingyue also shouted.

The disciples under Zhang Yu's disciples immediately started to make excuses. They were also more capable of doing this.

"Are the four masters missing?" "What time is it?" "Where are people?"...

Their words also reminded the audience present at once.

When the four monks broke the formation on the stage, they seemed quite awesome, and they were overwhelming everyone.

Now that everyone else has arranged the arrangements, why haven’t the four monks moved yet?

The host was also puzzled and used the walkie-talkie to contact the watch staff there, "How is the situation with the four masters? Have the arrangement been made?"

Immediately, a sound sounded from the intercom, "Master Wukong is chanting sutras in the room." "Master Wujing is chanting sutras in the room." "Master Wulong is chanting sutras in the room, I don't know when to finish chanting." "Master Wuzhen is also chanting sutras."...

The sound of the walkie-talkie was heard by a loudspeaker. Everyone was confused after hearing this. What was going on? It was agreed that Feng Shui was being arranged, and the chanting of scriptures was not over.

The host had no choice but to say, "Please wait, our organizer will ask what the situation is."

At this moment, the host went there in person, and Duluf and six notary officials also went there. Many people who watched him also joined in the fun.

As reported, the four monks recite scriptures in their own room.

After finding Master Wukong, Jack Liu asked: "Master, when can the Feng Shui Bureau be arranged?"

After hearing this, Wukong said, "Amitabha, I am just chanting scriptures and have not arranged Feng Shui yet."

"Puff!"... As soon as this was said, everyone present almost lay down.

Master Lu looked at Master Wuneng, and Master Wuneng looked indifferent.

This time, the host gritted the bullet and asked, "Master, this is a competition of Feng Shui, why haven't it been arranged yet?"

Wukong said, "It can't be arranged. I said before, either I will give it to us or one. I will give it to me, and I will give it to me, and I will eat, live and travel together. Now that I have been dismantled, we can't be arranged in Feng Shui. I will give us a house or give us the entire building."

"That's it..." The host was stunned for a moment. This situation had never happened before. Although it was like this when he first started to survey, he didn't expect that it would be like this when he was in the battle between the eight classics. "Master, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"When I came on stage, didn't you just say that you didn't make any arrangements for us," the monk said with a lot of reason.
Chapter completed!