"I feel sorry for you," Nan Batian patted his shoulder, sighed and said, "However, your humiliation last night seems to have had no effect."
"What's the meaning?"
Lu Xuan's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.
"Look!"
Nan Batian pointed to the rostrum, and what Lu Xuan saw was that Sect Leader Shang of the Tiger Sect was sitting next to Donghuang Wending, talking with a flattering smile on his face.
As for what he was saying, Lu Xuan couldn't hear it, but he was definitely trying to flatter Donghuang Wending.
It seemed that Sect Master Shang's flattery was very effective, making Donghuang Wending laugh out loud.
"Oh shit!"
Seeing this scene, Lu Xuan immediately became angry.
As Donghuang Wending said, he was humiliated in vain yesterday! Sure enough, Lu Xuan is not a god, so it is impossible to deduce it at any time. If he knew that the Tiger Sect wanted to be Donghuang Wending from the beginning
As a lackey, he would not endure the humiliation and humiliated Shang Ziyu.
"But this group of rabble is nothing to worry about. As long as the Thunder Sect and Hua Qing don't act like Sect Master Shang, otherwise -" Nan Batian hesitated, and did not say the next words.
Except for the Tiger Sect, the other four major sects all looked down upon the Tiger Sect. After all, its predecessor was a gang organization, and it specialized in bullying the weak and fearing the strong. The sects that relied on the Tiger Sect were all real evil heretics.
generation.
It is precisely because of the rejection of the other four major sects of the Tiger Sect that Sect Leader Shang wants to climb onto the high branch of Donghuang Wending so that the four major sects will no longer dare to look down upon him.
What you don't have to think about is that last night, Zongzhu Shang came to visit Donghuang Wending like a pug, and Donghuang Wending naturally accepted Zongzhu Shang's attachment gladly.
Thunder Sect, Hua Qing Sect—Lu Xuan was speechless and choked when he thought of the grievances he had with the two sects.
"It all depends on people, don't think too much, just participate in the martial arts competition properly first and get a good ranking!"
Nan Batian patted Lu Xuan's shoulder and comforted him.
"Um!"
Lu Xuan nodded and said no more.
"The drawing ceremony begins!"
After the announcement by an old man from the Wuya Sect, all the contestants took the stage one after another.
But Lu Xuan was still not in a hurry and wanted to draw lots at the end.
There are a total of thirty-nine people participating in the second round, so one person will definitely get a bye in this round.
And this person must get lottery number 39.
All those who drew lots were eager to get the 39th lot, even strong men like Hua Qing and Lei Yan.
The weak ones will be eliminated first, and in each subsequent round of competition, they will meet stronger people. Everyone hopes to recharge their batteries and deal with the next opponent.
When Su Wanyu drew the lottery, she glanced at the number on the lottery ticket, turned around gracefully, and walked straight out of the competition arena.
"——" Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned. It didn't take much to think about it. It was impossible for Su Wanyu to abstain from the competition, but she won the 39th lottery.
Everyone looked at Su Wanyu's graceful back with envy, jealousy and hatred.
But before Su Wanyu left, she glanced at Lu Xuan, with a sarcastic smile on her lips - Su Wanyu must also know that Lu Xuan was severely humiliated by Shang Ziyu last night, so she looked at him like this.
In Su Wanyu's mind, Lu Xuan had left a perfect image, a young talent with both civil and military skills, but she didn't expect that Lu Xuan would be bullied like this by Shang Ziyu, who looked like a street gangster. It was really embarrassing.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, so Su Wanyu hates Lu Xuan extremely.
Lu Xuan was angry and funny: "What an ungrateful woman!"
Originally, Lu Xuan had a good impression of Su Wanyu, but now he is extremely disgusted with her.
"Pfft!"
Hearing the sound of laughter, Lu Xuan turned his head and glared at Wan Yafei who ran up behind him at some point: "Is it funny?"
"Of course it's funny," Wan Yafei said with a sneer: "You probably don't know that Su Wanyu is not only a hero among girls, but she is also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
"I know, I've heard of it," Lu Xuan rolled his eyes and said.
"Did you know that Su Wanyu once said that her rightful husband must be a talented man who can be both civil and military?"
Wan Yafei's eyes were full of cunning smiles, which made Lu Xuan tremble.
Obviously, Wan Yafei knew what happened on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Lu Xuan guessed three lantern riddles in a row, showed great literary talent, and intimidated Lei Yan, the young master of the Thunder Sect, with his strength.
Lu Xuan's performance can be said to be very amazing, he is both civil and military, and Lu Xuan is also suave, handsome and unrestrained, which makes Su Wanyu admire him.
"You still bring something like this?"
Lu Xuan slapped his forehead, dumbfounded.
Su Wanyu seemed to be aloof and cold, but she was a little woman after all. How could she be unmoved? Her requirements for choosing a son-in-law were very high, and Lu Xuan happened to meet them. However, Lu Xuan's subsequent performance disappointed her. Naturally,
It is love that gives rise to hate.
But we can't talk about love. Su Wanyu just has a good impression of Lu Xuan and wants to try to get in touch with Lu Xuan.
"This is love giving birth to hate, giggling -" Wan Yafei smiled like a foxy girl again, her flowers trembling wildly.
"Lu Xuan, you are going to go on stage to draw lots."
Nan Batian said suddenly, and his words made Wan Yafei not dare to tease Lu Xuan anymore.
This unreasonable disaster indeed left Lu Xuan speechless, but if people misunderstood him, he would be misunderstood. When he shows his true strength, everyone will shut up.
At this moment, Lu Xuan was the only one left to draw lots, and he strode onto the podium.
Donghuang Wending was still sitting on the chairman's seat, with Donghuang Yu and Donghuang Xingyu, the monk's master, beside him.
Everyone looked at Lu Xuan, the expression on their faces was still contemptuous.
When Lu Xuan passed by Donghuang Wending, he grinned at Donghuang Wending. That smile, how should I put it, was a bit gloating.
But this time Lu Xuan didn't say anything, but Donghuang Xingyu couldn't sit still and scolded: "Why are you laughing?"
Lu Xuan turned his head, smacked his lips and said, "I can laugh whenever I want. What's wrong with you?"
"presumptuous!"
This time it was the turn of Shang Zongzhu, who had been flattering Donghuang Wending, to sit still. He stood up and roared: "How dare you be so rude to the prince."
Lu Xuan nodded: "I just smiled at the prince and said hello. How could it be considered rude? Do I have to be wagging my tail like a pug to someone to be polite?"
"puff!"
As soon as Lu Xuan finished speaking, countless people burst into laughter.
Many people can't stand the fact that Sect Master Shang shamelessly flatters and flatters Donghuang Wending.