I don’t know what bad fate made Tian Buyi accept such an inefficient lamp!

Fang Ru, who was stared at by Tian Buyi with death, felt something, but did not dare to turn his head.

After all, he has always had nothing to do with this kind of old father-like existence.

This is engraved in our bones, and no one else can change it.

Tian Linger also had a puffy face and was very dissatisfied.

She showed it deliberately, without even thinking about it.

But Lu Xueqi didn't do anything, she just stood there and seduced her seventh senior brother away.

How can Tian Linger feel so comfortable?

Considering the consumption of the competition, each person will only compete once a day.

The remaining time is left for the disciples to recover.

Of course, if the consumption is really too great, there is nothing you can do, just admit defeat.

After all, you can't even get out of bed if you're so consumed.

That only shows that your strength is not much stronger than your opponent, so it is very reasonable for you to stop here.

That night, Fang Ru did not sneak down the mountain again.

It's not that someone from the other side has changed his ways, but that Tian Buyi has been teaching him a lesson and he really can't find a chance to escape.

According to the rules of the competition, if these contestants can reach the finals, they will need to compete for four days.

But it was only the second day, and Fang Rui was already watched closely by Tian Buyi, who insisted on giving him ideological and political lessons.

It was obvious from that posture that the process would be the same in the next two days, which made Fang Ji, who was not an ascetic to begin with, couldn't help but complain.

Even when she saw Zeng Shushu the next day, Fang Rui was no longer in the mood to talk flirtatiously with him.

Fortunately, it was only four days after all, and it went by in a blink of an eye.

Today is the last day of the Seven Meridians Competition, and it is also the day when the top four will be decided.

I don’t know if it was God’s will, but the last ones standing on the stage were Qi Hao, Lu Xueqi, Fang Ruo and Zeng Shushu.

Except for Zhou Yicai, who is no longer in the sect, those who remain are the four strongest young disciples of this generation.

If the drawing process had not been made public and no one had done anything wrong, Fang Ru would have suspected that this was a deliberate arrangement by the leaders.

To put it bluntly, for the four of them, there is nothing surprising about the identities of these top four.

Even Zeng Shushu, who had been pretending to be low-cultivation and just relying on luck to reach the top four, really didn't feel that there were many people better than him in the Qingyun Sect.

Although the consumption of the four-player battle was not too much, for the sake of fairness, the semi-finals were postponed for one day.

Similarly, the order of the players in the battle also needs to be determined by drawing lots again.

Trouble is trouble, but in order to convince the public and at the same time to be fair, it is understandable to do so.

And when he got the lottery ticket, Fang Ru couldn't hold it back and laughed directly.

"Pfft! Old Zeng, have you prepared the healing medicine?"

Just after reading his signature, Zeng Shushu's face collapsed and he said with a sad face: "Junior brother Fang, why is it you!"

"Pull them down. If we meet each other, we will be more measured in our actions. If those two were replaced, you should really prepare some healing medicine!"

Directly exposing Zeng Shushu's secretly happy thoughts, Fang Ji smiled and said: "Since we two are going to have a fight tomorrow, why not have a good meal in advance tonight?"

Zeng Shushu was happy, pointed at the Tian Buyi family on the stage, and said with a smile: "I don't care, but Junior Brother Fang, can you get out?"

"Hiss! I totally forgot about this!"

A night of silence.

The next day, the sky broke through the clouds.

When the rays of the morning sun shone on the square, the arena was already surrounded by spectators.

Not only to witness the exquisite Taoism of the brothers, but also to witness whether the bet I made with a lot of money will win or lose.

Just like Mr. Fang, Du Bishu and the others like to bet when they have nothing to do, there is also a handicap in the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition.

There is not much suspense about the candidates for the semi-finals.

Qi Hao and Lu Xueqi are famous, and people who are familiar with Zeng Shushu also know that this is a hidden master.

Only Fang Ru stayed at Dazhu Peak and did not interact with other disciples, so his reputation was not known.

The only famous deed is that he traveled down the mountain and brought back an old senior from the Qingyun Sect, who testified about Cangsong's identity as a traitor.

But Zeng Shushu would not miss this kind of handicap. He placed a heavy bet that the buyer would enter the semi-finals. Naturally, some smart people followed suit.

It's a pity that just because Fang Ru doesn't know many Qingyun sect disciples, he doesn't know that this handicap exists!

Until just before entering the ring, Fang Rui heard Uncle Zeng happily saying that he bought him to win and made a lot of money as a result.

Only then did someone from the other side realize that he had lost a fortune in blood.

Suddenly, Fang Rui felt that the smile on Zeng Shushu's face was extremely dazzling. He didn't even mean to say a few polite words and directly held the Changhong Sword.

Seeing the situation, Zeng Shushu knew something was wrong, and hurriedly signaled with his eyes that he would give half of the proceeds to Fang Ru, which made Fang restrain his murderous intention.

As the bell rang, the four people on the two stages started to move at the same time.

Lu Xueqi held the Tianya Divine Sword in her hand, blooming with divine light, and faced Qi Hao's Ice Fairy Sword.

boom!

The two tyrannical momentums suddenly dispersed, shocking the audience.

Compared with the previous battle, this tentative collision was much stronger.

Qi Hao's impeccable conduct and gentle but powerful attitude made him the idol of many disciples.

There is no need to say more about Lu Xueqi.

The combination of a fairy and a divine sword has already attracted enough attention. Coupled with Lu Xueqi's cold and pure temperament, it has attracted countless male disciples.

The battle between these two people made them excited, and they also had a strong interest in who could win.

Comparatively speaking, the number of onlookers under the stage of Fang Ru and Zeng Shushu was much smaller.

After all, these two people, neither the dashing handsome guy nor the cool senior sister, are quite different in terms of image. In this world, after all, face is still a factor.

"Tsk, that's just right. It saves us two being seen acting and getting into trouble."

"...Junior Brother Fang, if you don't grit your teeth when you say this, your credibility will be higher!"

"Huh? You're looking for trouble, aren't you? Do you want to get serious with me?"

"No need, no need!"

After the small talk, the pair of friendly friends also pretended to move their hands.

Anyway, I have practiced it many times beforehand. According to Fang Ru, the speed must be fast and the posture must be handsome.

It doesn't matter whether the tricks are practical or not, as long as they are gorgeous enough. After all, they are just performing, not trying their best.

Even if it is just a fart, it must be done with an aura that is earth-shattering, so that others can believe that it is a special move and not a real fart.

When it comes to splendor, Fang Ji is absolutely right.

The fire-dancing whirlwind that spits out tongues of fire is both gorgeous and powerful, but it's a pity that it's just a performance and cannot be used.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't need to dance in a whirlwind, he can still make himself the most handsome boy in the room.
Chapter completed!