"Tell me, who makes you more comfortable?!"

"Is this what you called me here for?"

"Speak! Speak...or not? If you don't tell me, you won't be able to go anywhere."

"Sister Leng, don't do this. It's very dangerous."

"Don't say anything. I didn't ask you anything. Just lie down and play. If you really can't do it, go play in front. This is a duel between Chu He and me."

"But...but, you've been monopolizing Brother Chu for an hour..."

"You're still feeling wronged, aren't you? Are you the eldest sister or am I the eldest sister?! Huh?!"

That day, Chu He was in pain and happy... No, it should be happy and happy.

Faced with Leng Shuanghuan's angry expression and questioning words, she wanted to get the answer, but still did not get the answer she wanted.

His mouth was as tight as if it were sewn shut.

Ren Qingqing didn't have a lot of fun, but luckily Chu He made up for it later, and she smiled with satisfaction.

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Yilong Mountain.

"The first duel, Wang Fugui versus San!"

On the next day, the martial arts competition held by the five factions officially began.

And in the first game, it was Wang Fugui's turn to take the stage.

"Come on, Brother Wang!" Lin Xiao watched this battle without any suspense, and still cheered for Wang Fugui.

Nangong Wentian held his forehead with his hand. The match started with a Yellow Rank vs. Black Rank match. There was no need to watch this match.

The result was as expected. Wang Fugui couldn't withstand a single move from the Xuan-level master.

“Amazing.”

Wang Fugui covered his stomach and couldn't help sighing.

As expected, I am still a little weakling.

"This country bumpkin, a Yellow Rank guy, is quite brave to participate in the competition."

"If I remember correctly, he was the only one participating in the tournament, right?"

"Hahaha, it's really unlucky to play in the first game."

"I think it's better to say that I was lucky. If I had met an Earth-level master, I would have died without knowing how I died."

After Wang Fugui stepped down in disgrace, some noisy sounds were heard around him.

Hearing those voices, Wang Fugui's old face turned red, and there was some embarrassment on his honest face.

"A yellow-level person dares to participate in the competition. He is really brave." Mo Lingxu looked at the first competition with a slight smile on his face. After glancing at Wang Fugui and the other two, he looked away.

"A young man like him will only realize after suffering that this competition is not for the Yellow Rank to participate." Wang Huai shook his head. It was not that he looked down on the Yellow Rank. Most of the Yellow Rank had self-awareness and would not be as stubborn as Wang Fugui.

Every time there is a competition, there will always be such ignorant guys. But every time, they are just like Wang Fugui, who clearly know how big the gap between people is.

At this time, the leaders of the four factions were sitting together, except for Master Kunlun.

Because Grandmaster Kunlun is still tracking down the murderer of his son, only disciples and a few elders from Kunlun Mountain came this time.

"I remember that my nephew Qiuyue seemed to have participated in a martial arts competition before?!"

Wei Long looked at Dugu Qiuyue who was sitting beside him.

She was the only young person who could sit with the four old guys.

Of course, Qiaoer and Ruxue were also there.