On this day, Xia Yu had just won a game and came off the ring. Wu Zhenzhen came towards him and said, "Brother, sister has something to discuss with you."
Seeing that Wu Zhenzhen's expression was different from usual, Xia Yu asked: "Sister Zhenzhen, what's wrong?"
"I have to discuss something with you first, how about... let's talk while we eat?"
It was already getting ready for dinner. Xia Yu couldn't help but secretly smile. Could it be that this girl doesn't just want to have dinner with me?
Then...brother should drink less.
...The two of them arrived at a restaurant they often went to. When Wu Zhenzhen saw Xia Yu smiling and teasing, he pursed his lips and said, "What?"
Do you think I’m deliberately looking for an excuse to have dinner with you?”
"Um...didn't you say something was wrong?
By the way, it’s normal for you to want to stay alone with me for a while.”
Xia Yu took a deep breath, "It's also good to smell my sister's fragrance more!"
Wu Zhenzhen rolled her eyes at Xia Yu, "I know that talking nonsense makes my sister unable to sleep every day! I have seen through you, you are just a little... little heartless person with evil intentions but no courage! Damn it! Humph!
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"Uh..." Xia Yu picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, "Then I'll punish myself with one drink! Just tell me if you have anything to do, sister."
"Well..." Wu Zhenzhen said, "There is a new guy who has won more than 200 games. I want to ask you if you are interested."
Xia Yu's eyes lit up, "Of course I'm interested!"
"But this person is at the seventh level of Xuan level, so he must be very strong. You have always won... what if..." Wu Zhenzhen sighed, "Originally I didn't want to tell you, for fear that you would be happy to see Hunter Xin, but I promised
You helped arrange a stronger opponent for you. If I didn’t tell you, sister, wouldn’t I be breaking my promise?”
Xia Xia Yu smiled slightly, "Sister Zhenzhen is such a trustworthy person! Please arrange it for me!"
Wu Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment and said: "Okay... you can do whatever you want! Anyway, according to the methods you said, you won't lose money no matter how you play the bank... Brother, you have helped your sister so much, so you can't let her thank you."
You?"
"Didn't you help me pick my opponent? Besides... you also gave me a share of the profits..." Xia Yu sighed and touched Wu Zhenzhen's hand, "Actually, the main reason is that the master's control is too strict, and I can't help it.
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"You cultivators think your master's sect is bigger than the sky!"
Wu Zhenzhen pursed her lips, "You're the most heartless! I'll make you drink!"
"Okay! Drink!"
...After dinner, Xia Yu had some long hair on his body and a few red marks on his neck.
Wu Zhenzhen had a few more peach blossoms on her face, her clothes were a little messy, and her eyes were so rippling that they were about to drip.
After tidying up, Xia Yu was a gentleman and sent Wu Zhenzhen to her residence. Under her reluctant eyes, she turned around and left.
The opponent on the second day, Xia Yu defeated him easily. The opponent on the third day was exactly the opponent Wu Zhenzhen mentioned who had no defeat in more than 200 games. His name was very arrogant - Jian Ruhong.
Jian Ruhong is a young man with ordinary appearance, but his eyes are very sharp, and his weapon is an ordinary long sword.
On the ring, he cupped his hands towards Xia Yuyao, "I heard that Brother Murong's swordsmanship is fierce. I hope you and I can have a good fight today!"
These words suited Xia Yu's taste very well. He laughed "haha" and said, "I hope so too!"
"please!"
"please!"
After the two of them finished speaking, neither of them took action and stared at each other closely.
Although their hands haven't moved, the momentum of the two people has been exchanged in the air no less than ten times.
Xia Yu narrowed his eyes, this guy is pretty good! Very good! Jian Ruhong raised the corners of his mouth, he finally met a decent opponent! Oh! The two of them moved almost at the same time.
However, Xia Yu was about to get on the front line, and he executed a stabbing technique. The sharp sword energy seemed to break through the limitations of space, and he was in front of Jian Ruhong in the blink of an eye.
Zhaixing, who was in the audience, looked satisfied and nodded, "This sword makes him look like my disciple!"
On the ring, Jian Ruhong's eyes were stung by the sharp stabs in the sword energy. A look of shock flashed in his eyes, what a fast sword! He quickly changed his moves, swiping the long sword horizontally.
Boom! An arc-shaped sword energy was emitted.
The two sword energies collided and made a roaring sound.
The overflowing energy hit the formation around the arena, causing ripples to appear.
"good!"
"Good swordsmanship!"
"Very good!"
The audience burst into loud cheers.
Due to the recent rise in fame of "Murong Fu", whenever there is a match of "Murong Fu", more and more spectators come to watch. Even some spectators who usually only watch earth-level matches will also come to watch the exquisite skills of this mysterious level master.
swordsmanship.
In the audience, a dark-skinned middle-aged man stared at the two people on the field, and whispered to an old man with a gray beard next to him: "Master, that sword is like a rainbow, it seems to be no less than Murong Fu, is it even possible?"
Did he also recruit him?"
The old man is Ma Botao, the master of the Hall of Heroes in Willow City, and the middle-aged man is the person in charge of the Xuanji Arena, named Yu Wenhua.
"Do you know Jian Ruhong?"
Ma Botao asked.
"Jian Ruhong has just arrived. This is his second fight. His subordinates haven't observed him carefully yet..." Yu Wenhua said, "Jian Ruhong fought in Jiang Xuecheng before. My subordinates asked
Jiang Xuecheng, with his strength, should be able to be on the rookie list, but I don't know what his real name is.
Also, Jiang Xuecheng said that this Jian Ruhong has always been alone, like a casual cultivator, not a disciple of a large sect or aristocratic family."
Ma Botao nodded, "We are not very familiar with Jian Ruhong, so don't worry about it for now! Let's ask Murong Fu first! Through observation during this period, the old man next to him should be his teacher.
Judging from their behavior, they should be a pair of casual cultivators and masters. Based on the sincerity of my Heroes Hall, I don’t think they will refuse!"
"Then what if... they don't agree?"
Yu Wenhua asked.
Ma Botao snorted coldly, "There is no such thing as an emergency. We can't help them! He's just a casual cultivator! Even if his swordsmanship is unique, does he have the guts to reject me from the Hall of Heroes?"
"Master, this subordinate is too stupid to understand the depth of Murong Fu's master."
Yu Wenhua said.
Ma Botao stroked his beard and smiled lightly, "Are you from the eighth level of the Earth Rank?"
Yu Wenhua nodded, "It's... the state that my subordinate improved to three years ago."
"That master Murong Fu is only three realms higher than you..." Ma Botao said, "He just entered the heavenly realm.
With me being at the third level of the heavenly realm, I can overwhelm him! Even if his swordsmanship is good, he cannot be my opponent! If they are disobedient, take that Murong Fu first, and then I will make a good show of his master!"