Chapter 383 Fang Duobing

How many people in this world can have a master who is the greatest swordsman in the world?

There are four more cases of illness in other areas!

As the sole inheritor of the Yangzhou Slow Style that spans the world, he can confidently say that he is the next number one in the world, no doubt about it.

"Number one in the world? You'd better finish your apprenticeship before you talk about that."

Li Lianhua no longer enjoys hands-on practice. As a master who has transcended vulgar interests, he now only likes to motivate his apprentices with words.

Fang Duobing, who was "motivated," wanted to cry at this moment. Was he about to graduate?

If the requirement wasn't to defeat his master, he might have considered it.

Defeating the world's number one is already difficult enough, but to defeat four more is even more difficult. Will he ever truly graduate?

"Fang is ill, practice your sword!"

"Coming!"

"Fang Duobing, look at your clumsy legs, you need to practice your lightness skill!"

"Okay!"

"Fang is ill and hasn't noticed the sleeping potion. He needs to practice drug identification more!"

"knew--"

"Fang is often ill..."

Even though he was exhausted from the four-on-one professional guidance, Fang Duobing didn't refuse. After all, who wouldn't be envious of such treatment? As far as he knew, the dim-witted Fang Duobing next door also had his eye on it.

Although he knew that his fourth master was closer to that sickly Fang, it didn't matter. He would prove with his strength that he was the one who deserved his master's favor the most!

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The world of martial arts has changed from generation to generation.

Although Fang Duobing never completed his apprenticeship, his reputation as the "Melancholy Young Master" was still quite well-known outside.

After he challenged one newcomer after another in his pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts (actually in order to complete the graduation test), many people in the martial arts world called him the new number one in the world.

However, every time Fang Duobing heard this, he would sternly refuse, saying that he could only be considered the sixth best in the world at best.

His four masters and his eldest uncle were tied for first place. Yes, he had become arrogant; he no longer respected Lao Di. But why did Lao Di only compete with his masters and not him?

Therefore, he wanted to express his contempt for him "fiercely" and rank him seventh in the world!

As the saying goes, if you stand by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.

Even the proud sixth-ranked master can stumble. No matter how much his four masters grant him special privileges, Fang Xiaobao is still the same kind, righteous, and easily deceived Fang Xiaobao.

Although he has grown a lot, there are still people who deliberately sabotage him.

When Fang Duobing realized he had been drugged, his face changed drastically. Oh no, he'd have to go back and practice drug-related lessons again!

"Hahaha, Fang Duobing didn't expect this, did he? No matter how careful you are, you can't avoid the muscle-weakening powder that's formed when alcohol and incense come together..."

Oh no, this fourth master said that not only will he have to practice more, but he might also be punished by copying!

"You, the Sorrowful Young Master, have met my Ghost-Slayer; you can only go to the underworld to meet your maker!"

“We have no grudges against each other…” Fang Duobing quietly placed his hand on his waist.

"It's all because your reputation is too great. If I kill you, I can immediately become famous in the martial arts world. So what if I'm the best in the world? It's nothing special!"

"I already said, sixth place, sixth place! I'm not in first place, don't slander me!"

"Hmph, with your sixth-place ranking, how strong can the first place be? Once I've dealt with you, I'll take care of the first place too!"

"Are you sure? Then I'll call for backup."

Fang Duobing suddenly shot a signal into the sky, then flipped over and moved away from the opponent's attack range.

"I'm not good enough for sixth place, but if I can't beat someone, I can call for help! You want to find the number one in the world? I'll call for you!"

"Master, Second Master, Junior Master, Fourth Master, stop looking! Help!"

Before the blade aimed at Fang Duobing could even reach his head, it was caught by two long, elegant fingers, and both he and the blade were sent flying backward before he could even react.

"Hehe," Fang Duobing breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew you wouldn't abandon me, Master."

Li Lianhua clapped her hands: "Fang Xiaobao, practice more."

Li Lianzi: "Add one."

Li Lianye: "Add two."

Li, unwilling to admit but forced to acknowledge that he was named Li Lianhua (Lotus Root): "Add three, one month."

In other words, each master would practice for an extra hour, continuing this for a month, until the sickly cried out, "No—!"

Calling for help is fun, but the consequences of calling for help are not fun at all!