Seeing the bottle, Wu Xuzi was shocked. He swallowed hard and said, "Is this the top-grade internal injury elixir I bought at the last auction?"
Lan Ziye looked at Wu Xuzi with approval and said, "Good memory!"
"Twelfth Young Master, this is very expensive!" Wu Xuzi opened his mouth wide in surprise.
"I don't need it anyway, so give it to them as a...gift!" Lan Ziye said.
"If you don't need it, you can give it to me!" Wu Xuzi said with an exaggerated expression, "If this pill were sold on the black market, it would be priced sky-high!"
After all, not everyone can enter the auction house.
If you can buy top-grade elixirs without entering the auction house, even if the price is sky-high, people will probably rush to buy them, right?
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just go when I tell you to!" Lan Ziye said impatiently.
Wu Xuzi curled his lips and muttered with resentment, "You're so generous to strangers... Why haven't I seen you be generous to me, your partner?"
Soon, the competition venue was cleaned up and ready for the third round.
What Lan Ziye didn't expect was that there were familiar people in the third game, including the middle-aged bald man Wu Laosan.
That guy had a lot of fans, but his fighting ability was not very high. Less than a minute after the competition started, the white flag in his hand fluttered in the wind, causing sighs from the audience.
"He's going to lose fans!" Wu Xuzi, who just came back after delivering the medicine, shook his head.
"Losing fans is better than losing your life!" Zeng Li had recovered from the shock of the previous game and spoke.
Wu Xuzi thought for a moment and said disdainfully, "With your strength, you're still trying to bully a rookie? How shameless!"
The games were played one after another. Just as Lan Ziye had just said, although there were many games, there was a big gap in strength between each game, so each game ended very quickly, and soon it was the eighth game.
"It's Ghost Seven!" Zeng Li suddenly shouted. Because Lan Ziye was interested in Ghost Seven, Zeng Li also paid special attention to him.
Upon hearing this, Lan Ziye looked up at the arena and saw Gui Qi standing on the stage with her hands in her windbreaker pockets and an arrogant look on her face, as if this competition had nothing to do with her and she was just there to make up the numbers.
But as the gong sounded, signaling the start of the competition, Ghost Seven suddenly vanished, disappearing...
Just like what happened with Yang Tao and Yang Guo just now, the place instantly became boiling with screams.
Wu Xuzi was bewildered. "What's going on? Is this also her ultimate move?" He paused, then continued, "But what is her ultimate move? How come she's gone?"
Lan Ziye raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "Speed!"
"Speed?" Wu Xuzi looked towards the stage curiously, but saw that the other people on the stage had fallen forward and were seriously injured, while the arrogant Gui Qi was still standing indifferently in the same place as before, even her posture was exactly the same, as if her disappearance just now was just an illusion and she had not moved at all.
Zeng Li was stunned once again. She turned to look at Lan Ziye and asked, "How did she do that?"
Lan Ziye turned to look at Zeng Li, and said thoughtfully, "She was very fast, so fast that the average person couldn't even see it. She punched each of those nine people twice in the face, kicked them once in the stomach, and kicked them twice in the chest. No, she kicked one of them twice in the chest, and the other one seven times in the face and only once in the chest!"
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