He didn't have a place in the Tula family at all. In order to prevent the Tula family from finding out, he could only hide his name and find a way to become stronger alone.

Zhang Wenyuan was the first friend he met. They had similar interests and made progress together in cultivation.

In the vast world, there are as many as oxen and horses as are the proud ones of heaven and those with strong luck and strength.

A monk like Tu Laruoming who has no family recommendation and low luck talent is the lowest level of existence. No one will get to know this kind of guy.

However, Zhang Wenyuan didn't care at all. He treated Tula Ruoming with utmost sincerity and nothing he said was false.

This is the first person Tu Laruoming has met who is sincere to him, like a close friend or a bosom friend, in such a long time.

He hated those arrogant geniuses. Tu Laruoming, who had repeatedly hit the wall, looked at Zhang Wenyuan, who was on the rise, and felt unbalanced to the extreme.

He complained and blamed him, but Zhang Wenyuan was puzzled and thought he was too paranoid.

Tu Laruoming thought that Zhang Wenyuan was just like those people and centered on himself.

He was determined to prove that he was right, but Zhang Wenyuan insisted on his Taoism, and the two broke up from then on.

However, things are unpredictable, and both of them have reached a fork in the road, from friends to enemies, from brotherly love to hatred.

"In the next life, I will definitely defeat you once and for all, so that you can be convinced and agree with me." Tula Ruoming said as he was dying.

Zhang Wenyuan's heart was full of mixed emotions. Tula Ruoming's physical body had already been sacrificed, and from now on it would only turn into ashes and fall into the abyss of hell, never to be reincarnated again!

Next life, how can there be a next life?!

"You shouldn't." Zhang Wenyuan clenched his fists and trembled all over. He gradually sighed and knitted his brows tightly together.

"Okay, in the next life, we will compete openly and openly. Then don't listen to my advice." Zhang Wenyuan turned his back and said with force.

Tu La Ruoming's vision was covered with a layer of red mist, and even his voice was blurred. The remaining strength in his body seemed to be slowly disappearing, and a strong regret settled between his eyebrows.

Perhaps, he should not have looked back and tried his best to prove something that was not necessary at all.

It wasn't until now that he realized what Tao means and what is strong. He was so wrong!

But, it's too late!

Tu Laruoming looked at the familiar and hazy figure. His eternal best friend would never ridicule him for being weak, discriminate against him for having no talent, or look down upon him.

If it happened again, he would never doubt it again, and maybe he wouldn't go to the point of no return.

"Goodbye, Zhang Wenyuan."
Chapter completed!