Jiang Deng frowned slightly. The fourth disciple is coming?

If the fourth disciple came to watch the game, she would definitely not need to use her sword energy during the competition. After all, her sword energy was so special that the fourth disciple, who had lived with her for so long in her previous life, would definitely be able to recognize it.

Half an hour later, everyone's spiritual power had been restored, and their injuries were almost healed after taking the pills.

However, they waited for a long time but did not see Murong Feiran arrive.

Just as the audience began to whisper, Ying Fuhao had no choice but to go on stage and explain, "Ahem, the leader is at a critical juncture in his cultivation and cannot come to watch the match, so this match will continue to be presided over by this hall master."

"Huh? What!"

Upon hearing this, there was a burst of boos from the audience.

Jiang Roushui's expression was extremely ugly. "Damn it, this is totally unfair!"

"Uncle Jiang, what's wrong?" The talkative Shi Zihang couldn't help but ask curiously.

Jiang Roushui glanced at Ying Ziru impatiently, "Ying Ziru, you speak!"

Ying Ziru touched his nose and said awkwardly, "Uncle is my cousin's father."

Everyone: “…”

Aren't you talking nonsense? Do you really need to teach such a simple thing about seniority?

Xia Chenqing frowned and explained, "Junior Brother Ying means that Ying Ling's father is Ying Fuhao on the stage, and Ying Ling will also play in the next game."

Hearing this, Jiang Deng nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, I see. You mean, you're worried that the old man on the stage will favor the Paradise Palace?"