"However, I still hope to see Brother Lu in this Medicine God Competition. No matter what identity Brother Lu appears in, I want Brother Lu to see that my blood medicine sect is in the Medicine God Competition, even if
There are three sects and one sect. The Twelve Aristocratic Families do not recognize us, but the Blood Medicine Sect will still come out on top. I hope that when we take over the Medicine God Bag, Brother Lu can witness it with his own eyes!"
Licorice's eyes were firmer than ever before, just like he had been living in seclusion in the valley with these junior brothers and sisters from the Blood Medicine Sect since he was a teenager, and had been living hard for more than ten years without changing his inner beliefs.
"Okay, if that happens one day, I will come to Jinling to see you."
Lu Fan smiled and stretched out his hand, about to pat Licorice on the shoulder.
"Plop!"
Licorice knelt down on one knee, bent his proud head, and said respectfully: "Blood Medicine Sect Licorice, I would like to send you my best wishes!"
"Congratulations, Master!"
The members of the Blood Medicine Sect not far away all knelt down and shouted at Lu Fan.
Lu Fan's arms froze in mid-air, he sighed softly, turned around, got in the car and left.
at the same time.
Nanhua Street, Nandu.
Lyman Bar Indoor Boxing Gym.
This time should be the busiest time in the boxing gym.
Ever since the Liu family opened four boxing gyms in one go and sent out martial arts disciples of the Liu family and the Lu family army headed by Zhang Zihao, after training in the four major boxing gyms, they became almost invincible. The four major boxing gyms won consecutive victories and beat the Bai Family Platinum Club.
All the boxing gyms in the area have the same momentum, but tonight, all the four major boxing gyms are closed, and the door of the boxing gym is deserted. Except for the cleaners sweeping the floor, not even a mouse is seen.
The Ryman Bar was brightly lit and the empty auditorium was completely different from the scene in the previous few days when it was so popular that it was hard to get a ticket.
"Zihao, if it doesn't work, forget it. With your current body, if you continue to beat me, it will be completely destroyed and you will never be able to stand up again."
Mu Kang was standing on the ring at this time, looking at Zhang Zihao, whose body was covered with hideous wounds and whose facial features were hard to see, he sighed softly and said.
"And even if you stay here, no audience will come anymore. The venues are closed, so why do you keep going like this?"
Mu Kang had a look of reluctance on his face and stretched out his hand to help, but Zhang Zihao waved it away.
Zhang Zihao was still taciturn, but his eyes, which were almost squeezed together by bruises, burst out with unprecedented unwillingness.