"Zhou Yi's progress has been so great that it is simply terrifying and a little scary..."

The Wulihe Stadium in Yangcheng is very large and can accommodate more than 50,000 spectators. The best position is naturally the first-class area below the rostrum. Originally, Xu Jiaying wanted to invite Zhou Yi to sit in the VIP area of ​​the rostrum, but he refused. Liu Xu and Xiao Yezi prefer to be lively and like to integrate into ordinary fans. Later, they sat in the ordinary area on the right side of the first-class area.

The ordinary area is behind the goal. In the first half, the back of the Daheng team and the head of the Sun God team in the second half. The opposite area is also an ordinary area. The distance between the two sides is equal to the length of the stadium, which is more than 300 meters.

Just in the ordinary area three hundred meters away, the two were looking at Zhou Yi in the distance. Both of them were pretending well, wearing a fiery red Daheng jersey, with oil paint dyed with football patterns on their faces. The fans shouted and sang, and they followed suit. They looked like crazy fans no matter how they looked. One of them had an inappropriate goatee and the other had bare head. If the fans weren't watching the game, they would have become the focus of everyone.

"Horror? You've still touched the powerful masters on the edge of the 'that place' and could speak such a layman? Ah...Long live Daheng!" The bald man almost shouted the Buddha's name casually, and finally reacted quickly. He stopped his horse and changed his words and called Daheng. After following the fans waved their fists a few times, he lowered his voice slightly and said, "Did you see clearly? The bottle just now should be the 'Bowl Magic Subduing' of the Western Regions Mystery Sect, but the fans' willingness is too strong. This kid obviously can't suppress it, but in the end it turned around. My monk couldn't see what method he used? Weird and weird... Old monster, you are the elder of that kid. Could it be your "Shennongmen" method?"

"Nonsense, Shennongmen is a legitimate medical inheritance. Unlike your Buddhist sect, you have both mind cultivation, martial arts and medical skills, how could you have such a method?"

Goat beard wiped the oil paint on his face, as if he was a little angry: "In addition, I would like to warn you again, how many lifetimes have I had to do with Shennongmen? Don't talk about these past events with me? You have also been out of the world class. In theory, the practice of the past should gradually recover with time. You are also a generation of monks. Now you have become a bald donkey who is greedy and talkative!"

"Didn't you live a few more years than ordinary people? What happened several lifetimes ago, and it seemed like you were already a golden immortal in the cave, and you were not ashamed?" The bald man laughed: "You also know that any Buddhist who has entered the Red Dust class will inevitably fall into some problems. This is the price that must be paid to avoid the barrier of life and death. The monk Daoji was not the same back then? People all said that he was a "living Buddha" and the reincarnation of a dragon-subduing Arhat. Who knew that there were no legendary gods and Buddhas in this world? Ji Gong

He is just a Hunyuan master who escaped a life-and-death disaster in the Red Dust class and had some tricks... He fell into a crazy talk and liked to eat dog meat and poor wine, that is cause and effect. Hey, to be honest, what he used just now should not be my Buddhist method, nor the way the remnants of the Northern Shamanism and the reactionary Taoist sect. Could it be that you are authentic Taoism or a side branch? Are you not known as a "real person"? He lived almost two hundred years old, so he should have more knowledge than the monks?"
Chapter completed!