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Chapter 275 Choice, Zhang Chulan wins

"Master... what is this?"

"Quietness Sutra...always be quiet...hehe, it's so good...it's easy to say, it's that easy."

"So something has to be given up in order to get it."

"Oh, I've really heard a lot of weird things during this time... I roughly understand what you said. You are saying that if I keep pursuing it, the future will develop in a bad direction..." Zhang Chulan stuffed her mouth. Put a pickle in the bag and said calmly.

"Master Daoist, the "bad future" you predicted will not only affect me... We are not relatives, so you will not come to this muddy water for my personal good or bad..."

"Hmph, this has to involve another concept, I call it "weight of fate"."

"There is no static moment in this world. The sum of individual changes is the change of the entire world. A stone is weathered and changes the world. I have eaten a few pickles. They are also part of the changes in the world. But individual changes affect the world. The degree of change is different. Some people meditate all day long but can't make any waves, while some people turn the world upside down because of a single thought."

"This is caused by the different weight ratios of fate in this world. At this time, Zhang Chulan, you have a very high weight ratio, and your choice will change the fate of many people!"

"I...assuming that what you said is true, then let me ask you a question."

"You, who could have stayed out of the matter, chose to come here to persuade me, Daoist, did you personally not choose the future that is better for you?"

"Yes, I don't need to calculate this matter, I know, coming here is not good for me!"

"What's the matter with this competition?"

"Yeah, the two of them were whispering there..."

"Hey, call, you two call us, we didn't come to see you chatting!"

"Ugh! I came to such an occasion to have a meal and chat, brother, you actually lost to such a weirdo!"

"I'm not the only one who loses."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Wuhou Qimen lost."

"Oh, I can't even take a bite." Wang Ye stuffed a pickle into his mouth and stood up.

"How about it, Zhang Chulan, can I choose?"

Heh, heh, heh, heh... Zhang Chulan picked up the white flour steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. When he had eaten the last one, Wang Ye kicked him to the ground with a bang. There were two white flour steamed buns left in front of Wang Ye. Steamed bun.

"Oh, are we finally going to take action?"

Wang also stood for a while, then turned and walked out of the competition field.

"Wang Ye, where are you going? Zhang Chulan! What's wrong with you?"

"Didn't you see the steamed buns on the ground? This kid has already won!"

"What I'm doing now is not for me alone, Mr. Wang Ye, I'm sorry, I failed your good intentions."

"It's out of the question...I'm here to give you a choice, I can't choose for you." Wang Ye walked out of the competition venue without looking back, holding the water cup.

"What the hell is this? The two of them just had a steamed bun on the court and decided the winner."

"Yeah, it's too much fun!"

"Next match, Feng Shayan vs Feng Baobao!" After a short break, the radio announced.

"Oh! People from the Feng family! It would be great if I could see Ju Ling dispatched general again!"

"I heard that this Miss Feng family doesn't seem to know how to do it."

"That's okay, Miss Feng is a ruthless character, the fight with Jia Zhengliang was so much fun!"

"Well, yes, that Feng Baobao is not cowardly, and no one knows which sect she is from yet! Haha, the duel between two fierce girls! Some people watched it!"

Feng Shayan, who had bandaged wounds on her face and three bandages on her arms, walked into the arena first and waited.

The sound of pattering footsteps came from the entrance, Baobao Feng with wet hair was wearing a white bathrobe, flip-flops, and walked into the arena biting a cucumber.

"Hmph! Baobao Feng! The day is finally here! This time, no one will interrupt me. I can compete with you thoroughly!"

Feng Baobao bit off a piece of cucumber with a creak, and quickly ran to Feng Shayan, wandering around and observing her.

"You, what are you turning!"

"Zhang Chulan, it's time for you after this competition..." Feng Baobao looked up at Zhang Chulan and said.

"Ah? Ah! Yes... yes!"

After receiving Zhang Chulan's answer, Feng Baobao turned around and walked towards the exit without saying a word.

"Where are you going! Come back to me!"

"I'm here to clean up the threat for Zhang Chulan... Now you are no threat to Zhang Chulan... I'm done."

"Feng Baobao, why are you going? The competition is still in progress! Do you want to give up the competition!" The referee shouted.

"Feng Baobao, you bastard!" Feng Shayan was covered with purple qi, and raised her hand to attack.

The black spirit controlled Feng Shayan, and Feng Zhenghao also stepped down from the auditorium to the competition field.

"President Feng! You are!"

"It's okay, President Feng will take care of it."

"Shayan... Didn't I tell you last night, just take a good rest, and don't need to appear today."

"Dad! I..."

"I said it yesterday. I don't think you are Feng Baobao's opponent. Everyone knows your injury. If you don't play, no one will laugh. You will agree that you are decent when you fight. I know you don't like Feng Baobao. Losing to her Is it embarrassing? Be more mature!"

"Father, it's not because of face."

"Why is that? No matter how you think about fighting in this competition, it is not worthwhile... People don't share your common understanding and take the initiative to give in, but you still punch them? Don't you think this behavior is appropriate? Apologize to Feng Baobao! Give up!"

"I…"

"Baby Feng...I...right..."

A flying knife cut through the sky, cut the cucumber in Feng Baobao's hand into two pieces, and plunged deeply into the field.

"What are you apologizing for?" Jia Zhengliang jumped off the stage and threw out the throwing knives. Feng Baobao took off his slippers, biting his mouth, and continued with his hands. The five throwing knives caught between his toes were easily caught.

"I'll let you take it!" A flying knife poked Baobao Feng's carotid artery, and Feng Zhenghao opened the flying knife with his right palm covering Hei Qi.

"Xiao Liang, listen to Uncle and stop messing around, what kind of occasion is this!"

"Hehe, listen to what you say? Stop pretending to be the elder with me! Who is the elder to you! You are her father! If you are not my father, you have no control over me!"

"Hmph!" Feng Shayan strangled Jia Zhengliang's neck.

"Why are you talking to my dad!"

"Uh! Feng Shayan, I'm just helping..."

"To shut up!"

"Feng Baobao...I'm sorry, I was wrong this time."

"Why! Wouldn't it be right to want to compete with the opponent I've been looking forward to for a long time? Isn't it wrong to feel angry because of being insulted? If you are asked to sit, you can sit, if you are asked to stand, you can stand, you are his child! No His dog!"

"I tell you to shut up!" Feng Shayan punched Jia Zhengliang unconscious.

(End of this chapter)