Then I heard Lu Fan nodding in the crowd: "Yes, yes, you're right, that's it."
Without giving Dongfang Yanran a chance to speak, Lu Zhenming nodded and said, "Okay, I already know what happened to your Dongfang family."
"Don't worry, since you are my Lu family's nephew-in-law, your Dongfang family's affairs are my Lu Zhenming's affairs."
"When things here are over, if you need any help, just ask your uncle, and he will do his best to help you complete your revenge."
A look of surprise flashed across Dongfang Yanran's pretty face, and she was about to speak.
"Master Lu, don't you think too much of us?"
A strange voice suddenly sounded not far away.
The commotion calmed down, and everyone turned their heads and looked at the middle of the square, where three people were standing. As they spoke, a very special kind of zhenqi fluctuations emitted from their bodies.
At this time, their expressions were extremely arrogant, indifferent and disdainful.
It was as if several imperial ministers had arrived in the countryside.
"These three are the secret realm monks sent by Lu Jianping?"
Lu Fan's eyes swept over and settled on the three people.
The three people looked teasingly, obviously feeling extremely unhappy that they had stolen the limelight.
However, when their eyes fell on Dongfang Yanran, they suddenly became extremely hot and even filled with greed.
"The aura of these two people is a bit weird, they don't look like real overseas monks."
Dongfang Yanran also noticed the three of them and whispered.
"Are you people in the seventh room ready?"
The middle-aged man at the head scolded coldly: "We don't have much time. If we can't find a suitable candidate tonight, we will treat you as a seven-room abstainer."
He was not without threats: "Do you want to abstain?"
A group of Qifang clan members glared at each other, obviously extremely dissatisfied with Lu Jianping's practice of having to send someone to select even the candidates for the competition.
Lu Zhenming was about to speak.
"Okay, but the competition has to wait until after dinner, right?"
"If you haven't eaten enough, what can you compare it to?"
Lu Fan said calmly.
"Eat, eat?"
An overseas monk was stunned. He obviously didn't expect that in the face of such an important competition, there would be people who could actually eat?
"Prepare a meal for my nephew."
"My nephew won't compete today if he doesn't have enough to eat!"
“Serve!”
Lu Zhenming suddenly waved his hand and arranged for the tribesmen to prepare meals.
Although the three overseas monks were very angry, they came here and acted on orders.
If the really awesome Qi Fang voluntarily gives up the right to compete and disrupts the plan to go up to the peak, it will be difficult for them to explain it back.
I can only sit on one side, drink tea, and stare here coldly.
Soon, someone brought a large round table with fine wine and food placed on it.
Lu Fan invited Dongfang Yanran to sit down and eat together, and also drank some wine to relieve the fatigue from the journey.
Dongfang Yanran drank a glass of white wine, exhaled softly, and glanced behind her: "Have you seen their origins?"
She knew that Lu Fan would never do things without aim, so the reason why he took the initiative to take on the challenge for the people in the seventh room must have been something he had noticed.
"Well, I probably know a little bit about the origins of these people."
Lu Fan put down his wine glass, and Lu Pianpian hurriedly filled it up for him.
"You knew already?"
Dongfang Yanran was stunned for a moment, then picked up the wine glass and sipped the wine gently: "South China Sea Wonderland?"
"No." Lu Fan shook his head.
"Qingfu Wonderland?" Dongfang Yanran asked again.
"No." Lu Fan continued to shake his head.
"That is……"
At this moment, an overseas monk finally couldn't help it, put down his teacup, and patted the table: "You just have to eat, and you are still chatting while eating and drinking. We are ready to wait until any time!"
