The sky was so blue!
The clouds were so white!
My mood is so wonderful!
Fan Zifan led the way excitedly. Just now, he had used a communication talisman to ask his disciple to place the bet.
He had wanted to do this a hundred years ago. Why should Wen Xiaowu be able to plunder his medicine mountain while he could only suffer injustice?
Back then, Wen Xiaowu was ruthless. If he dared to dream, she would twist his neck off and kick it like a ball. Now, he has finally ushered in such a chance for the serf to rise up and sing. How could he not be happy!
Naturally, none of this escaped Huo Yongfei's eyes.
Like Shan Hongxing, Huo Yongfei was serious and taciturn, like a banished immortal atop a high mountain.
But there are differences. Huo Yongfei always had a faint smile when it came to Wen Jinge's matter, while the other person exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.
Who are you betting on?
Fan Zifan was taken aback, his old face showing a little embarrassment: "It must be Wen Xiaowu!"
Huo Yongfei then asked, "What are we betting on?"
"lose!"
Seeing that Qiao Yu was also looking over, he asked again, "You're a cautious person, how could you bet on her losing?"
"It's precisely because it's a sure thing that I dared to gamble." Fan Zifan patted his chest proudly. "After all, she destroyed ten medicinal mountains. Don't I know her well?"
Lao Shan is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Even if he wins, he'll probably be disgusted to death. So, I bet on him winning first and then losing.
"I remember Medicine Mountain has nine and a half peaks?" Huo Yongfei joked. "There's a little one here too, so be careful about the impact. Don't ruin Master's reputation."
"Didn't we ruin Master's reputation like this before?" Fan Zifan said casually, with a hint of regret in his voice. He muttered to himself, "But then someone even more monstrous than Master came along, and I suffered so much."
"I, I..." Qiao Yu, who was called out, opened his mouth, but he was at a loss for words again.
Fortunately, he can now see his master from afar.
"Want to get closer?" Qiao Yu's answer was unimportant to Fan Zifan. By the time he came to his senses, he was already at the edge of the battlefield. "Take a closer look at your master. Although you may not be able to see him clearly, it will do you some good in solidifying your ninth-grade cultivation."
"I've been putting up with you for so long!" Shan Hongxing roared.
"My goodness!" Fan Zifan shrank back as he stood outside the arena and quickly cast two layers of protective barriers on himself and Qiao Yu.
There's no other reason than that Shan Hongxing is used to awkward silences, but such irritability is simply unheard of.
"Uncle Fan," Qiao Yu called out to him, then looked at her master's frail figure, her heart filled with anxiety, "Master, will we really lose?"
Do you want her to win or lose?
“My father said this when he was still alive,” Qiao Yu said reluctantly after thinking for a while, “A responsible man would not hit a woman.”
Swords and blades have no eyes; since it's a fight, how could you not get hurt? It must hurt a lot!
I don't want my master to get hurt.
Fan Zifan nearly twisted his back from stumbling, and seeing Qiao Yu's blank expression and melancholy in her eyes, he immediately felt trapped: "I'm sorry, but to be on the safe side, your words have already been relayed to your Uncle Shan."
You know that, right? I've placed my bet on your master.
I've never been one to accept defeat.
Qiao Yu was stunned for a long time. At this moment, he suddenly realized the danger of the sect.
"Wen Jingge! I swear I will fight you to the death!"
Seeing that the main force had finally caught up, Wen Jingge became serious, but that didn't stop her from continuing to annoy Shan Hongxing: "Eek!"
"You two, master and disciple, are just here to annoy me, aren't you!"
Fan Zifan's voice was blocked from Wen Jinge, so she was surprised to see the man getting even more agitated, but that didn't stop her from putting on an act. She sent a voice message: "Senior brother~ Little Sisi is still on the mountain. Sisi is so cute, how can she make you angry!"
That's me, Wenwen. Seeing that my senior brother, such a talented young man, was all alone, it was such a waste of his talent, so I came to offer him some warmth!
Wenwen is as warm as her name!
Senior brother, why haven't you made your sword move yet!
What are you staring at?! Could it be...hehehehe...?
Come on! Come on! Come on!
Shan Hongxing felt as if a dark cloud was hanging over his head, making him feel suffocated. His internal energy was also becoming unstable, and he feared he was doomed if this continued. Just as he was about to throw Wen Jingge's knife—
Wen Jingge had already turned around with Gou Chen in his arms, and with one hand, he swished a few times at Shan Hongxing's waist. The light and shadow changed unpredictably, but the change happened in an instant: "biubiubiu! Dynamic Light Wave!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his belt shattered.
Shan Hongxing: ...
"Hahaha, I knew it, senior brother..." Fan Zifan tugged at Huo Yongfei's arm gleefully. This was the relief of transferring the disaster that had befallen him for a hundred years to others. "How could Wen Xiaowu be someone who would suffer a loss? My goodness, I'm so happy."
Gada
A crisp sound.
Fan Zifan's smile vanished. He awkwardly raised his hands, took a few steps back, and chuckled, "I, haha, I, hahaha, Senior Brother's hand, hahaha, wasn't it just broken by Wen Xiaowu a few days ago? Ha, I, how could I forget about that?"
Huo Yongfei sighed and said helplessly, "This is another one."
As he spoke, he used magic to seal his blood vessels and set his bones.
"I...I didn't mean to," Fan Zifan said with a stiff smile.
"It's normal for people to get old." Huo Yongfei said no more. "Let's watch the show."
"Wen Jingge!" Shan Hongxing took a deep breath, his head throbbing with pain. If he didn't beat Wen Jingge up today, he might go berserk.
From the moment Wen Jingge joined the sect, the two of them had been fighting. At that time, it was Wen Jingge's one-sided provocation that he ignored. Later, as Wen Jingge became more and more powerful, it turned into a one-sided crushing of him.
He wanted to win, to stand above her, to mock the world as she did...
He had been thinking about all of this for so long that it was almost becoming a mental obsession.
"I'm here!"
Shan Hongxing sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes to rest, and tried hard to recall the formation he had seen earlier. "Do you dare to go in?"
"Good grief!" Wen Jinge patted the "non-existent" image in her mind. "Did I provoke him? Why did he create this mess?"
[You drew it the same way yesterday. It's true that they want to fight you, and it's also true that they want to test whether you're the man in black.]
“I know!” Wen Jingge answered matter-of-factly. “Otherwise, do you think I’d be so bored as to act with him? It’s all to make an enemy of him.”
But you two don't get along anyway!
"How stupid! It's only satisfying to start a conflict yourself! He hates me, he attacks me, that's why I have a reason to kill him!"
[...]
Do you know how to get someone who doesn't want to fight you to fight you?
【have no idea. 】
"Do you know how to make an enemy of someone in front of everyone?"
[Strike at his weak spot!] This is it.
Wen Jingge entered the formation openly and honestly, which surprised Shan Hongxing, but then the surprise turned into anger.
Because she asked, "What's your current strength?"
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