One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 121 Master Jia, let's dance!

Yes, that's right, it was a wheelchair that flew over!

But this wheelchair has been heavily modified.

The wheels were retracted, and four glittering golden "Swiftness Talismans" and "Wind Control Talismans" were pasted on the bottom.

Behind the wheelchair, there were two huge fire extinguishers strapped to it, spraying white dry powder smoke wildly!

If Xiaoyuzi Gong Qing were here, he would recognize this wheelchair at a glance.

It's the same chair that Tian Jinzhong used to sit in!

In a wheelchair.

Tian Jinzhong, wearing goggles, his hair slicked back, gripped the handrails tightly, and a maniacal smile spread across his face.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The brakes are broken! I can't stop!!"

"Nitrogen boost! On!"

Tian Jinzhong slapped the button on the armrest.

"puff!!!"

The fire extinguisher unleashed another powerful thrust.

Holy crap!!

Jia Zhengliang only felt a gust of wind pass by, and before he could see what was happening, he realized what had happened.

He was hit by the turbulent wheelchair and lost his balance in a huge spin.

"Whoosh!!!"

The wheelchair transformed into a puff of white smoke, instantly passing Jia Zhengliang and crossing the finish line!

Because it was going too fast, it didn't stop after crossing the line and crashed directly into the haystack below the podium.

Then came a loud bang!

"Bang!"

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

It looks like the explosives have detonated.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the old man who crawled out of the haystack, his head covered in weeds but still full of energy.

"Ahem... Number one! I'm number one!"

Tian Jinzhong raised his hands and cheered like a champion who had won a gold medal.

Su Wuxian was laughing so hard on stage that he kept slapping his thigh.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

"Senior brother, did you see that? Second senior brother's 'wheelchair maneuvering technique' is simply divine!"

Zhang Zhiwei covered his face, somewhat reluctant to acknowledge this junior brother:

"This isn't a flying object...this is a rocket launch!"

At this moment, Jia Zhengliang, covered in dust and dirt, finally drifted unsteadily across the finish line.

He looked at the old man who was still celebrating and broke down shouting:

"No, I disagree! Isn't he the referee?"

Tian Jinzhong dusted himself off, in high spirits, and laughed, "I was just the starter. After firing the signal flare, I even gave you a few extra minutes. Whose fault is it that you're not as skilled as others?"

"Referee! I disagree!"

"He's cheating! Does a wheelchair count as a control device? And he even added propellers!"

"This is a combination of technology and ruthless skill!"

Su Wuxian picked up the microphone and said in a serious tone:

"Protest invalid."

"First, the wheelchair is an object, and Master Tian is driven by Qi, which fits the definition of controlling objects."

"Secondly, the rules do not say that additional accessories are not allowed."

"third……"

Su Wuxian pointed at Tian Jinzhong:

"Even if you were over a hundred years old, I'd still let you win."

Jia Zhengliang: "..."

This is a biased refereeing decision!

This is blatant referee corruption!

Where is the arbitration panel?

I want to apply for arbitration!

"Alright, the first competition is over!"

"I'm also on the arbitration panel. Do you want to apply?"

Su Wuxian smiled as he looked at Jia Zhengliang, who had a look of utter despair on his face.

Su Wuxian announced:

"The champion is Tian Jinzhong!"

Jia Zhengliang sighed, thinking that second place would be acceptable.

Second place: Wang Ye!

Jia Zhengliang: "???"

No, where did this grandson of Wang Ye come from?

Jia Zhengliang immediately protested: "Referee! Aren't I second??? Where is Wang Ye?"

Before Su Wuxian could speak, a cough came from the bushes where the explosion had just occurred.

"Cough...cough...cough...Luckily I used the force against myself, otherwise I would have been killed if I had hit him."

Coincidentally, Wang Ye had just seen Tian Jinzhong on the road and was thinking of saying hello to him.

Unexpectedly, the old man was driving too fast.

He was knocked flat on his back.

But coincidentally, the clothes got caught on a hook on the wheelchair.

So they were forced to be dragged from there all the way to the finish line.

He only regained consciousness after realizing that an explosion had just occurred.

Third place: Jia Zhengliang.

"Master Jia, are you ready?"

Su Wuxian grinned mischievously:

"Our punishment segment... it's time to arrange a dance."

"Wait, why should the third-place team be punished?"

Jia Zhengliang was stunned.

"Because everyone else has been eliminated, even if you're in third place, you're still last!"

"According to the rules, the person who comes in last place must be punished!"

"Mom! The city is full of tricks, I want to go back to the countryside!"

……

The award ceremony stage at the Longhushan Martial Arts Arena.

The stirring "Athletes' March" rang out again, but this time it was replaced by a more festive suona version.

Tian Jinzhong stood on the champion's podium, beaming with pride.

He was still wearing that tactical vest, and in his hand was a "trophy" that Su Wuxian had just made for him on the spot. It was a gold-plated... back scratcher.

"Ahem, now we'll proceed with the awards ceremony!"

Su Wuxian, holding the microphone, hosted the event with a serious expression:

"The winner of the first Longhushan Cup Wheelchair Obstacle Course Championship is—'Wheelchair Race God' Tian Jinzhong!"

"Prize: A pure gold (copper plated) supreme back scratcher! And... a lifetime right to choose your own vegetables at the Longhushan canteen! From now on, you can pick the lean meat first in the braised pork!"

"good!!"

The applause of the audience was thunderous.

The young Taoist priests, in particular, clapped their hands with extra force. If the advisor was happy, they would be better off.

Tian Jinzhong held up a back scratcher, grinning from ear to ear:

"Thank you! Thank you! It's just that those two fire extinguishers were too powerful! Next time I'll try using two nitrogen cylinders!"

After the award was presented to the champion, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Su Wuxian's smile turned somewhat amused as he turned his gaze to Jia Zhengliang, who was standing in a corner of the audience, trying to hide himself.

"Um...our last place, Master Jia?"

Su Wuxian beckoned with his finger:

"Don't hide, I can see that big red-haired guy."

"A bet's a bet, and we at Longhu Mountain value integrity. Come on up!"

Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes in the audience, as well as mobile phone cameras, Jia Zhengliang, looking as if he had lost his parents, walked heavily and slowly onto the stage.

His current image is very pitiful.

His expensive tracksuit was covered in egg yolk and mud, and his once meticulously combed hair was now a mess from the wind. He was still clutching those flying knives that cleaved immortals tightly in his hand; they were his last vestige of dignity.

"Senior Su... Senior Su..."

Jia Zhengliang attempted a final struggle:

"Could you change the punishment? Like making me clean the toilets? Or making me chop firewood in the back hill?"

"Dancing...and that kind of dancing...I still have to make a living in the world of supernatural beings!"

"Oh? That's not right."

Zhang Chulan jumped out at this moment, holding a phone that was live-streaming, with a mischievous grin on his face:

"Master Jia, that's where you're wrong."

"In today's influencer era, being infamous is still being famous! That jump of yours will definitely gain you tens of thousands of followers! If you start selling throwing knives online, won't they sell like hotcakes?"

"Look, everyone in the live stream is waiting! They're showering us with gifts!"

As he spoke, Zhang Chulan shoved his phone screen right in front of Jia Zhengliang's face.

The barrage of comments is scrolling:

[This is the expert from the Jia family in the West? Jump, jump!]

I want to see the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife accompanied by a dance!

[If you dare to jump, I'll send you ten rockets!]

"I..." Jia Zhengliang felt like he wanted to die.

"Come on, let's change our gear."

Su Wuxian waved his hand.

Wang Zhenqiu, who always loved watching the drama unfold, immediately ran up with a piece of clothing in his hand.

It was a bright red and green floral cotton-padded jacket with a distinctly Northeastern style.

Not only that, there was also a large pink folding fan and a bright green handkerchief.

"Qiu'er, change it for him," Su Wuxian ordered.

"Alright!"

Wang Zhenqiu groped Jia Zhengliang and, despite his desperate resistance, forcibly put a floral-patterned jacket on him.

Surprisingly, Jia Zhengliang's red hair paired with a red and green cotton-padded jacket actually gave off a strange... sense of style.

"Music! Start!"

With Su Wuxian's command.

The background music playing through the loudspeaker has changed.

That was filled with the magical aura of anime and manga – "Gokuraku Jodo".