As long as that guy doesn't plot against her.

Chu Xixuan stared at Lan Ziye in a daze: How do you know that I don’t like you now?

The order of appearance is randomly drawn. Of course, in this case, the later the appearance, the better. After all, those who appear first are more likely to suffer heavy losses due to lack of physical and spiritual strength.

Unfortunately, Lan Ziye was one of the first four people to go on stage, and his private room number was two.

Seeing his name on the big screen, Lan Ziye's mouth twitched. Could Xiong San have done this on purpose? Was he deliberately draining his spiritual power and causing him to suffer?

Chu Xixuan silently pulled out a bottle of pills from his pocket and said, "This contains the Spirit Gathering Pill, which can quickly replenish your spiritual power. The rules of this fighting arena are not very strict and don't mention pills. If you feel your spiritual power is running low, just take one!"

Lan Ziye: ...It's not that the rules of the fighting arena are not strict, but it's impossible for people who come here to compete to take elixirs, right?

You have to know that elixirs are very expensive no matter what era it is. With that much money to buy elixirs, who would come to the fighting arena to fight?

"How much does one of these Spirit Gathering Pills cost?" Lan Ziye asked curiously, "Are there still alchemists among the human race?" Or is this pill made by the demon race?

Chu Xixuan looked at Lan Ziye with a doting smile and said, "The human race doesn't have alchemists, but they do have pharmacists! It's just that those pharmacists can practice and refine spiritual energy. So this pill was not made by an alchemist, but invented by a pharmacist!"

Lan Ziye: ...Why does she feel that the human race is becoming more and more pretentious as it evolves?

"So how much is it?" Lan Ziye asked as if he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

You have to know that Chu Xixuan is the ancestor of the pit digging world. Who knows what kind of compensation he will ask for from me after I eat his pill?

"About 20,000 yuan for a bottle. There aren't many pills in it, just four!" Chu Xixuan said with an expression that looked as if he really couldn't do anything to you.

"Five thousand yuan a pop? Well, that's a bargain, a good deal!" Lan Ziye thought about it briefly, then pulled out his phone and said, "I'll transfer the money to you!"

Chu Xixuan nodded with a smile.

Lan Ziye transferred the money and made sure that Chu Xixuan had received it before he accepted the bottle of pills with peace of mind.

The competition began. Lan Ziye entered the private room. Standing opposite him was a burly man with his upper body naked. His muscles were like pieces of stone and looked hard. He had a pair of big eyes like copper bells on his round face. He looked ferocious and it was really scary when he glared at him.

"Are you the Twelfth Young Master Lan?" the burly man asked in a rough voice.

Lan Ziye shrugged.

"You have such weak arms and legs, you are not strong enough for me to beat you. I advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late to regret after I punch you!" The burly man looked at Lan Ziye with disdain.

"So much bullshit!" Lan Ziye muttered impatiently, and moved in front of the burly man at an extremely fast speed.

The burly man had not yet recovered from his contempt when he saw Lan Ziye's fist, as hard as a hammer, enlarged in his pupils. He had no time to dodge and hurriedly released all his spiritual power to resist.

"Bang!" A dull sound was heard, and Lan Ziye loosened his fist. The burly man slid back several meters, staggered two steps, and barely stabilized his body.

It was not until this moment that the burly man realized that the person standing in front of him was the recently famous Lan Twelve Young Master, not the small arms and legs he had seen.