"Grandpa, are you talking about Fang Yuanqiu who was beaten all over the floor by me when he was a child? With his talent, what can he do when he comes back?" Lan Xinyu said nonchalantly.
"Xinyu, don't underestimate him. I just received news that Fang Yuanqiu became a disciple of a strong man from Donglin Country three years ago and has reached the ninth level of fighting spirit." The worry between Mr. Lan's brows became even stronger.
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"His talent is the ninth level of fighting spirit? I remember that three years ago he only had the fourth level of fighting spirit. He was no better than trash. How could he reach the ninth level of fighting spirit?" If Mr. Lan hadn't looked so serious, Lan Xin would have
Yu even thought he was telling a joke. In just three years, a waste from the fourth level of fighting spirit was promoted to the ninth level of fighting spirit. Even the strongest man could not be so outrageous.
"I don't think it's possible, but the news shouldn't be wrong. In short, you have to be careful and don't be careless." Mr. Lan actually couldn't figure out the reason, but he still said seriously.
"Well, don't worry, Grandpa, I will be careful." Lan Xinyu nodded. She is no longer the Lan Xinyu who always didn't take anyone seriously. Ling Chuxi is right, today
It's very high, the ground here is very thick, and there are many strong people. Her character is different from the past.
"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. Please stay with Miss Ling and Mr. Ling. I'll ask the housekeeper to arrange a family dinner for you in the evening, and we'll come together then." Mr. Lan left after saying that.
"Lan Xinyu, do you still remember the heart-refining spell in the temple? Your grandfather is right, don't be careless." Ling Chuxi reminded because she was afraid that Lan Xinyu was still disapproving of her opponent's strength.
"Yeah." After hearing Ling Chuxi's words, Lan Xinyu nodded. In the martial arts competition, E Shulan's strength was actually on par with hers, but with the help of the Heart Refining Curse, she was able to inspire far stronger
Who knows what adventures Fang Yuanqiu may encounter with the strength of the eighth-level fighting spirit? It is indeed something that cannot be taken lightly.
"However, even if he really has the strength of the ninth level of fighting spirit, I will never give up." Lan Xinyu said firmly, looking at her grandfather's back that actually showed his age.
"Of course it is a good thing to have such determination, but the gap in strength cannot be made up by determination alone." Ling Chuxi looked at Lan Xinyu thoughtfully.
"What do you want to do again?" Lan Xinyu had an uneasy premonition in her heart.
"Of course I'm helping you improve your strength." Ling Chuxi smiled maliciously.
"Ah! Ling Chuxi, I don't want you to be such a bully!" In the martial arts training ground, there was a muffled bang again, and Lan Xinyu howled angrily.
Ling Yichen turned his head and couldn't bear to watch anymore. It was too bullying.
Mr. Lan's walking footsteps paused slightly, but a knowing smile appeared on his face.
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Three days later, a group of people from the Fang family arrived at the Lan Mansion, and the once-in-a-decade competition between the two families began.
The largest competition venue in White Rock City is already packed to the brim. The game has not even started yet, but there is already a cheering sound from the audience. The blue family’s once-in-a-decade competition is also a major event in White Rock City. The Lan family is White Rock City.
It is precisely because of the strength of the Lan family that Baishi City is prosperous today. Naturally, no one wants the Lan family to lose.
In the stands at the back, three old men sat side by side, flanked by Lan Linguo, the patriarch of the Lan family, Fang Ding'an, the patriarch of the Fang family, and the dean of White Rock College who was invited to act as a notary.