One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"When it comes to showing off, all the extraordinary people in the world combined can't compare to the despair-inducing way you just did with that fancy hand gesture."

"Hahahaha!"

Tian Jinzhong laughed so hard he almost slipped off his wheelchair:

"Senior brother is right! Chu Lan's attack was a physical attack, while second senior brother's was a magical attack! The levels are different! They're completely different!"

Zhang Tianyi wasn't angry at all; instead, she proudly raised her chin.

"That's natural."

"You want to catch up with my level?"

He glanced at Zhang Chulan below, who was still basking in the joy of victory, and a wicked smile crept onto his lips:

"This kid is still a long way off."

Chapter 21 Treating Bao'er to Barbecue

As night fell, the hustle and bustle of Longhu Mountain finally sank into the mountains along with the setting sun.

The once bustling Luotian Grand Ceremony arena was now deserted, with only a few tireless cicadas still chirping in the treetops.

The back mountain is deep in a dense forest where few people venture.

This place is close to a cliff, and even the Taoist priests who patrol the mountain rarely come here on weekdays, but at this moment, a warm and leaping orange-yellow fire is shining.

"Zizzizi..."

A series of soul-stirring popping sounds of grease, accompanied by the rich aroma of meat carried on the evening breeze, shattered the tranquility of the mountain forest.

Zhang Tianyi had already taken off that tight-fitting outfit and loafers that looked like a pain in the ass.

He changed back into a loose and comfortable white T-shirt and shorts, with a pair of ten-yuan flip-flops on his feet.

He squatted in front of a makeshift barbecue grill without any regard for his image, skillfully flipping a dozen skewers of golden-brown, sizzling pork belly.

"Tsk, just the right amount of heat."

Zhang Tianyi squinted, examining his masterpiece in the firelight.

His gaze was so focused, as if he were studying some unparalleled thunder technique.

With a gentle flick of her left hand, a handful of powder mixed with cumin, chili powder, and special spices was sprinkled evenly onto the meat skewers like a fairy scattering flowers.

boom!

The oil dripped onto the charcoal fire, igniting a burst of flames, and the aroma instantly became ten times stronger!

"Perfect."

Zhang Tianyi took a deep breath and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

For someone who has been sealed at the bottom of a well for over seventy years, the concepts of being the best in the world and ascending to immortality are all meaningless in the face of a hot, oily barbecue.

As a time traveler with a modern soul, during the twenty years he spent cultivating on the mountain, besides practicing martial arts, his greatest hobby was studying food.

The pheasants and rabbits on Longhu Mountain, and even the fish in the stream behind the mountain, all suffered at his hands back then.

His exceptional barbecue skills were honed during countless moments of dodging his master's pursuit, and the key is to achieve a perfect balance of "crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and fully flavorful."

"It's a pity there's no beer... Oh well, cola will have to do."

Zhang Tianyi picked up the large bottle of cola next to him and took a swig, just about to taste the pork belly.

Sudden.

A series of hurried and frantic footsteps, accompanied by the sound of tree branches being violently snapped, came from the bushes not far away.

Immediately afterwards, a terrified, hoarse voice pierced the night sky:

"Help!! Murder!!"

"Who's over there?! Brother! Help!!"

Zhang Tianyi frowned, looking at the meat skewers that hadn't even reached his mouth yet, feeling somewhat annoyed.

"What's all this howling and wailing about in the middle of the night? It's ruining my appetite."

Before the words were finished, a figure stumbled out.

The man was wearing a light blue training uniform and looked quite spirited, but at this moment he looked terrified, his hair was disheveled, and he had lost one of his shoes.

It is tomorrow's one-on-one opponent of Zhang Chulan - Shan Shitong, known as "Qingfu God".

Shan Shitong was utterly terrified.

He was practicing his breathing in the woods, adjusting his state to prepare for tomorrow's competition, when suddenly a crazy woman appeared and, without saying a word, grabbed a shovel and tried to hit him.

"Brother! Help me! There's a crazy woman behind me trying to bury me!!"

Shan Shitong spotted Zhang Tianyi squatting by the fire at a glance.

Although this person was wearing shorts and flip-flops and looked like a camping tourist, in a situation like this, he would grab onto even the smallest straw.

"Bury you?"

Zhang Tianyi took a bite of the pork belly, but hadn't had time to swallow it yet.

Whoosh-!

A cold light flashed.

A rusty shovel, accompanied by a whistling sound, flew past Shan Shitong's scalp with pinpoint accuracy, and with a "thud," embedded itself deeply into the tree trunk next to Zhang Tianyi.

penetrating!

If this were slapped on the head, it would definitely be a rotten watermelon.

Dan Shitong was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, trembling.

Then, the bushes were slowly parted by a hand.

A disheveled, expressionless young woman walked out.

She was wearing the uniform of Na Du Tong, holding a roll of thick hemp rope in her hand, her eyes empty yet focused, staring intently at Shan Shitong, who was slumped on the ground.

His gaze was like that of an old farmer staring at a cabbage ready to be harvested.

It was Feng Baobao.

"Why are you running?"

Feng Baobao, speaking in a completely flat Sichuan dialect, rolled up her sleeves as she walked:

"I'll just bury you for one night, leaving your head out to breathe, I won't kill you."

"I'll dig you out after the competition tomorrow. Be good and don't run around, so I can save some energy."

Shan Shitong was almost in tears when he heard this:

"Big sister! I don't know you! Why did you bury me?!"

"Because you're going to fight Zhang Chulan tomorrow."

Feng Baobao said matter-of-factly, walked to the tree, reached out and pulled out the shovel, weighing it in her hand:

"Zhang Chulan must win. You're too much trouble. Burying you is the safest option."

As she spoke, she picked up the shovel, ready to give Shan Shitong a physical hypnosis.

"Okay, okay, stop."

Just as the shovel was about to fall, a hand holding a skewer of meat casually cut in.

Despite his seemingly slow movements, he precisely used the bamboo skewer to block Feng Baobao's powerful shovel strike.

when!

A crisp sound.

The seemingly fragile bamboo skewer remained completely still, but Feng Baobao felt a jolt in her wrist, and the shovel almost slipped from her hand.

She tilted her head, and her eyes, which seemed perpetually unfocused, finally looked at the man squatting on the ground beside her.

His nose twitched slightly.

"It smells good."

Feng Baobao blurted out this sentence.

Zhang Tianyi was both amused and exasperated.

He stood up, looked at the skewer of meat that had blocked the shovel in his hand, and shook his head with some regret:

"Tsk, it tastes rusty, it's inedible."

After saying that, he flicked his wrist, and the meat skewer turned into a streak of light, landing precisely in the trash bag next to him.

"Girl, why aren't you sleeping in bed at night? Why are you here doing infrastructure work?"

Zhang Tianyi looked at Feng Baobao, his tone was relaxed, but the faint aura emanating from him made Feng Baobao instinctively take a half step back.

"It's you……"

Feng Baobao recognized the man who had made her feel dangerous during the day.

Are you going to stop me?

Feng Baobao gripped the shovel tightly, crouched slightly, and assumed an attack stance:

"If you try to stop me, I'll bury you along with me."

"Bury me?"

Zhang Tianyi chuckled. He wiped his hands on the oil-smelling T-shirt, walked up to Feng Baobao, and looked down at this stubborn girl.

"Girl, do you know who I am?"

"I understand," Feng Baobao nodded honestly.

"I am Zhang Chulan's second master."

Zhang Tianyi pointed to himself, "That kid is under my protection."

"Oh."