Pick-Up Line from Feng Xingtong

The next morning, the sun rose.

On the back of Mount Longhu.

A ray of orange-red sunlight rose from the eastern horizon, illuminating this famous Daoist mountain and instantly creating a misty, radiant glow.

Four weathered Arena stand atop the mountain, awaiting the arrival of the participants.

At this moment, many Outsider have arrived on this hilltop. In addition to the participants, there are many more spectators who are here to enjoy this grand event.

The crowd was bustling and lively.

"My dear Brother Tong, have you drawn a number yet? Which venue are you in?"

Zhang Chulan drew his number from beside the Daoist priest who was announcing the lottery numbers for the competition, and then looked at it.

B – Ink Snake.

He then quickly squeezed in front of Wu Tong and asked with a grin.

Wu Tong glanced at the number in his hand and said casually.

"I drew it, from the Arena A, Jia Hualu."

"Thank goodness, I'm not with him."

Upon hearing Wu Tong's words, Zhang Chulan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hehe, you seem to be getting a little too excited. Why don't you ask the others? What if there are others in the same group as you? Are you really that confident you can beat them?"

Wu Tong smiled and offered a reminder.

"How could that be? I don't have that kind of confidence. I haven't had time to ask yet. I'm about to go and ask now."

Zhang Chulan immediately shook his head and denied it.

He knew very well that even if these guys were all there to help him, even if he eventually won, he would definitely suffer a lot.

What's more, this time the participants aren't just people from the group, but also a bunch of fun-loving people.

People like Xing, A-Huan, and the White-Clad Minister might not necessarily follow the agreement.

After learning about Wu Tong's competition arrangements, Zhang Chulan immediately said goodbye to Wu Tong.

He then ran over to the group of Outsider who were called the most accurate cosplayers and asked them questions.

Wu Tong watched Zhang Chulan's departing figure, chuckled softly, shook his head, and remained silent.

The Arena A.

It looks like it will be released soon.

Wu Tong slowly shifted his gaze to the first arena on the left among the four Arena in front of him, his eyes filled with anticipation.

I wonder if any of the opponents I'll encounter later will be contestants from other worlds brought by members of the group?

The four competition venues, from left to right, are: A, B, C, and D.

Wu Tong's number, Jia Hualu, means that Wu Tong will be competing in the first arena.

However, this is only the first round of elimination, a four-person free-for-all to filter out the less powerful Outsider.

This process selects the most outstanding and capable Outsider to advance to the second round.

Starting from the second round, the competition format changed to one-on-one.

That's when the real battle begins.

Therefore, while Wu Tong had some expectations for the first round of the competition, he didn't have high hopes.

After all, although the competition is in groups of four, it is not an easy task to select two out of fifteen people from hundreds of people to compete on the same field.

Just as Wu Tong, a rather delicate yet cheerful voice rang out.

"Are you the legendary Wu Tong?"

Wu Tong looked up and glanced around.

Um?

Is nobody here?

That sound is...

Before Wu Tong could finish wondering, the voice rang out again.

"Look down here. Although I am indeed a bit short, your actions are really discouraging."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tong looked down and saw a white-haired boy in sportswear looking at Wu Tong's actions with some frustration, as if he had been hurt by Wu Tong's behavior.

Wu Tong did not reply, but instead carefully examined the boy.

She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, wore sportswear, had an outgoing personality, and had white hair.

Hmm... I think I have some guesses.

"Yes, I am indeed Wu Tong, but you are..."

Wu Tong first answered the boy's question, then asked somewhat uncertainly.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Feng Xingtong. I am one of the Ten Elders and the son of Feng Zhenghao, the president of the Tianxia Association. You can just call me Xingtong Brother Tong."

Upon hearing Wu Tong's words, Feng Xingtong immediately raised his head and revealed a somewhat silly-looking smile.

Sure enough, it was Feng Xingtong.

In the original story, the poor little thing was taken away by Wang Bing using Spirit Binding Art. When I saw it, I was quite angry.

It seems that this is why I dislike Wang Bing.

As Wu Tong pondered this, he asked with some surprise:

"Oh, Xing Tong, what do you mean by 'legend'? By the way, am I already a legend now?"

Wu Tong touched his face with a touch of narcissism. He really couldn't imagine how he had suddenly become a legendary figure.

Although he is indeed quite handsome, it seems like this is his second time in this world, right?

Wu Tong stared directly at the white-haired boy in front of him, ready to hear his explanation.

"Brother Tong, don't you know? More than a month ago, when you and Zhang Chulan came to Mount Longhu, didn't you encounter a lot of Quanxing people chasing you? I heard there were more than thirty ambushes."

"I've heard from some people that it seems you were the one who dealt with all those Quanxing people."

"That's amazing! I heard you single-handedly resolved all thirty-plus ambushes, Brother Tong."

"Later, although you never came down from Mount Longhu after you went up there, your experiences have been circulating in the Anomalous Human World ever since."

"Your story has attracted a lot of admirers."

At this point, Feng Xingtong paused, then, as if remembering something, smiled and said:

"By the way, Brother Tong, you have another nickname that's widely known in the Anomalous Human World. I wonder if you've heard of it?"

Hearing this, Wu Tong finally realized that he had also been to the world of Under One Person a month ago.

Back then, I wasn't as powerful as I am now, so I was nearly injured many times during those thirty-plus ambushes by the Quanxing organization.

'Hehe, I almost forgot, Quanxing, right?'

Thinking of this, Wu Tong sneered inwardly, and a murderous intent gradually rose in his heart towards the Quanxing who had come to the Grand Rite of Luo Tian.

Wu Tong hadn't originally planned to target Quanxing, but now that he saw it, it was best to Quanxing eradicate this evil organization.

After all, this is for the sake of stability in the Anomalous Human World.

Wu Tong thought to himself, "Revenge never lingers overnight, and my Mind's Eye is smaller than the eye of a pin."

However, after hearing the nickname Feng Xingtong mentioned, Wu Tong quickly refocused her attention on him.