Could it be that all this hard work has ultimately failed? The immortals looked at each other in dismay, as if they had lost their parents.
"What's going on? The space is actively recovering, and the professor has been blocked? There are experts outside!" Just when the immortals were feeling disheartened, Yang Gu suddenly shouted again.
"What's going on?" Hua Gu, Wang Gu, and Jiao Gu couldn't stay in Xi Fu's room any longer, so they pushed open the door and came to No. 2 Prosperity Lane.
"Wait for me!" Yang Gu also chased after him, carrying his iPad.
Fu Sigui, Wang Yao, Tang Meifeng, Chen Jiu and their group from Debate Hall No. 5 also went down the stairs and surged onto Prosperity Lane No. 2.
At the entrance of the alley, there was a vertical line interwoven with white and gold. It was created by the interweaving of golden and white light. Everyone could see that wisps of light still pierced through the line and spurted into the space, like flying electric currents.
The professor roared at the line, but still slowly retreated. A chant, like that from beyond the heavens, was transmitted through the line.
"Is this... a Buddhist method?" Hua Tuo frowned in surprise.
The immortals stared intently at the straight line formed by dazzling white and gold light in the darkness, and at the beast's body as it retreated step by step. At this moment, the chanting became clearer, and golden light gradually emerged from the straight line in the shape of a lotus flower.
A silhouette of a monk, like a paper cutout, slowly seeped through a straight line, the chanting becoming clearer. The monk passed through the line, and his figure returned to normal. He was seen holding a wooden fish in his hand, slowly approaching the professor.
The professor, as if facing a formidable enemy, roared and retreated backward.
"What the hell is going on?" Wang Yao stared in disbelief at the monk who had just entered. Who else could this guy be but Hui Shuo, the one striking the wooden fish?
"Oh no, we have to go back right away!" Hua Tuo exclaimed, swiping his iPad repeatedly. It turned out that the roar of the Beast Master had already affected several mortals, and he hurriedly swiped them back to Xi Fu's house.
"Wang Gu, go back and assist Hua Gu!" Wang Yao had no time to think. The professor hadn't been eliminated yet, so there was no time to be surprised. "Everyone, quickly surround the fat worm!"
The shouts and curses rang out again. Wang Yao looked at Hui Shuo in the darkness and saw that his eyes were closed, his hands were striking a wooden fish, and he was chanting incantations. How could he actually deal with the professor? Wang Yao was greatly surprised.
He picked up the iPad and examined Hui Shuo closely. He found that on the screen, Hui Shuo's head was covered with a layer of golden light, and there was not a trace of green in it.
"Hui Shuo!" Wang Yao wondered where this fake monk had been all this time, and then suddenly jumped out like this, pretending to be a god, and single-handedly fought against the professor. You should know that even a Nascent Soul stage immortal couldn't withstand this professor. Isn't Hui Shuo courting death?
Wang Yao called out, trying to get Hui Shuo to leave, but Hui Shuo kept his eyes closed and just kept chanting sutras while striking the wooden fish, ignoring Wang Yao's calls.
The crowd around Wang Yao had already surrounded the professor, and for a time, shouts and curses were incessant, mixed with Hui Shuo's chanting and the sound of the wooden fish. Wang Yao, standing to the side, also felt that the noise was too loud and he was extremely dizzy. The professor's performance was even more unbearable.
Having finally broken through the space, he was blocked again. Although this person was a monk, he was actually a mortal. This caused the professor to completely lose his fighting spirit. This is exactly the state of the professor, who was at the end of his rope.
Although it still had a clone, it had almost exhausted its bewitching power after fighting from afternoon until midnight. Even if it wanted to send the clone out to attract fire, it could no longer do so.
All they saw was the fat caterpillar lying on the ground, trembling violently, and thick, foul-smelling black smoke billowing out again. When the smoke cleared, they were astonished to find a man in a suit with his glasses slipping down to his nostrils, rolling his eyes as he appeared.
"Damn, the prop has turned into glasses again!" one contestant shouted.
"Yang Quanxing? Yang Quanxing is back again?" Chen Jiu exclaimed in astonishment.
"This...is this your friend?" Tang Meifeng turned to look at Wang Yao.
Yang Quanxing's suit was now wrinkled and disheveled, his hair was messy, and his face was pale. He was nowhere to be seen with any of his usual dashing professorial demeanor. He lay on the ground with his eyes rolled back, as if he were having an epileptic seizure, with white foam on his lips. He had clearly fainted.
"Yang, check on those professor puppets in Real Prosperity Lane." Although Yang Quanxing looked like the professors had been completely defeated, Wang Yao still didn't dare to make a judgment easily. Instead, he asked Yang, "If the professors have been defeated, those puppets should also be freed."
"What puppet?" Tang Meifeng looked at Wang Yao in astonishment.
"Those puppets are leaving Prosperity Lane. It seems they've broken free from the professor's control," Yang Gu's voice reached Wang Yao's ears.
"Yang Quanxing, wake up! Yang Quanxing, do you still recognize me?" Chen Jiu squatted down next to Yang Quanxing and called out repeatedly, while a crowd gathered around to watch the commotion.
"This person isn't a prop, it's a real person?" Wang Shouxin still couldn't believe it.
"Where...where is this..." Yang Quanxing blinked as he woke up. "Professor Chen...how come you...are here too?"
“This is Prosperity Lane, you…do you remember what happened today?” Chen Jiu asked in a shrill voice.
"I...help me up...I'm so dizzy. I only remember smelling a really sweet scent, and then I can't remember anything else...How did I get to Fanrong Lane?" Yang Quanxing shook his head, a pained expression on his face.
"Professor Yang, please come up and have a seat. I have some things I need to trouble you with," Wang Yao said to Yang Quanxing.
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