Under the stage, a middle-aged man who looked to be only in his mid-thirties crossed his arms and watched Fang Che walk away.
He smiled softly: "This kid is a bit interesting."
Fang Che went all the way to the academic office and handed in the application form for housing outside the hospital.
Inside was a bald old man, who looked up in surprise: "You bought a house next to the martial arts academy?"
He lowered his head and took another look, and immediately said: "Fang Che?"
He raised his head and said, "Master Fang from Bibo City?"
Then: "Young Master Yi Boyun Tianfang?"
Finally: "No wonder you are so rich, no wonder, no wonder, approved."
Duang!
Put a stamp on it.
Fang Che felt dumbfounded when he received the approval letter.
This bald old man's yin and yang aura has simply reached a very awesome level.
But Fang Che was not angry.
This old man has a good outlook on life. He cannot treat people as enemies just because they ridicule him.
Now that the matter is done, just say a few words if you are told a few words. Who makes you the villain now?
Shi Shiran went home.
It shouldn't be too late to practice for two hours, take a nap, and train Ye Meng again, and then come back in the afternoon.
Fang Che left.
But the people on the other side of the arena were still noisy and lively.
From time to time, cheers rang out from the audience, indicating that the person he had bet on had won.
It is worth mentioning that in this first game, everyone basically bet on the top three or six. Generally, there will be no mistakes, and some people actually screamed.
This guy has a bunch of hair on his face and is thin and dry. Because he lost too much in previous years, he bet on the ninth place, um, the lucky number for his birthday, hoping to upset him.
As a result, the ninth guy was originally pretty good, but he was so unlucky that he bumped into Ding Juran in the first round of the draw. With one move, he was beaten so hard that he vomited blood and rolled off the ring.
So there was a sad person below who went around bowing and borrowing credits, but unfortunately, no one borrowed them.
Wherever he went, he avoided him like the god of plague.
A solitary tuft of hair looks desolate among the crowd.
…
And Fang Che's performance aroused heated discussion.
Many people who were holding on to their points and waiting to see what happened gave up on Fang Che and chose someone else instead.
Because although Fang Che won the first game very quickly, and it was against bare hands, everyone could see that although Fang Che seemed to be much stronger than Lin Ziqing, compared to those who won cleanly and neatly in the ring now, there were still some
Not as good as that.
Moreover, a lot of Fang Che's victory was due to psychological factors - his poisonous mouth made his opponent angry.
Therefore, Fang Che's support rate dropped significantly.
Of course, there is also a wave of good-looking girls who don’t care about points and resolutely put their points on Fang Che!
"Winning or losing doesn't matter, just for the sake of this prosperous appearance, it's worth losing!"
It has to be said that there are not a few girls who are completely obsessed with sex.
The main thing is to play!
Hey, just playing.
What are the points? Dog lickers have plenty of them!
…
In the ring, they were fighting against each other, and Fang Che guessed well.
When he came slowly in the afternoon, he had only hit the forty-fifth pair, and there were still five pairs left to finish.
Fang Qingyun was waiting for him with a huge team. Compared with the previous day, the team was obviously much larger, with several more beauties added.
"Cousin, why did you run away? I went around the ring looking for you eight times!"
Fang Qingyun was a little angry: "This is such an important game for you, and you didn't stay at the scene to see the strength of others? How could you take it so lightly?"
"Isn't this cousin, are you here?"
Fang Che smiled: "You must have recorded all the news for me."
Fang Qingyun snorted and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve: "These are the winners of all previous battles. We analyzed them together."
Fang Che took it over and took a look, oh!
So detailed.
Name, age, weapons, estimated cultivation level, combat characteristics, combat style, ranking in the battle, victory time. Then brackets, suspicion of hidden strength...and so on...
“So detailed!”
Fang Che took a quick look and saw that there were actually six people here, all of whom had won with one move.
Effortless to the extreme.
And these six people are now the six with the highest support rates!
When the fire first burns, Ding Jingran, above the autumn clouds, Xie Gongping, Mo Ganyun, Ximen Rising Sun.
"It's basically as I guessed."
Fang Che looked at these six names.
In other words, these six people are the least exposed and have the highest support rate, especially Huo Churan and Qiu Yunshang, whose bets have exceeded 20,000!
"How many people are beating me to win the championship now?" Fang Che asked.
"I don't know how many people there are, but the points weighing on you are 7,300, ranking seventh!"
Fang Qingyun sighed.
"Why so many?"
"These are all points for appearance." One of the girls with big eyes said with a smile: "I bet 18 points on you. Who made our cousin handsome?"
"..."
Fang Che was speechless. He thought his approval rating had dropped, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.
It can be seen that this world of looking at faces has no cure.
"It seems that we need to keep a low profile. We will complete Huang Yifan's mission first and then focus on deceiving people."
Fang Che made up his mind: "As long as we can win, let's talk about the rest..."
Four rounds completed.
Fifty people were promoted.
Draw lots again.
Fang Che is still No. 1, the first one to draw.
Take it out and take a look.
I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
The target is matched so early: Ximen Rising Sun!
Fang Che immediately remembered the keywords: hidden weapon, red blood snake!
But the information Sun Yuan gave him showed that he was an eighth-grade warrior.
But I don’t believe it at all; an eighth-grade warrior would never be able to kill monsters and grab points among so many people to get as high as seventh place!
This guy is also an old yin!
The two people stood facing each other on the stage.
"Classmate Fang." Ximen Xuri is dressed in white. He looks very handsome, with fair skin, tall figure, neither fat nor thin, and has a good temperament.
Although his face is longer, it is still not a horse face, at most it is a donkey face.
He obviously knows how to hide his weaknesses. He tucks his chin slightly and nods gracefully: "It's unexpected that I met you this round. I'm sorry. In this real battle, there are really no tricks."
The implication is obviously a satire on Fang Che's trickery to get first place.
Fang Che smiled kindly: "What Ximen said is that it's no wonder that he can get the seventh place. His strength is indeed extraordinary."
Ximen Xuri's face slowly darkened, and he said calmly: "Fang Che, does your name mean that you have completely lost?"
Fang Che smiled faintly, clasped his hands behind his back, looked at Ximen Xuri with a condescending look, and said calmly: "Classmate Ximen, I have learned a lot, and I have done some research on interpretation and calligraphy. Your name is not very auspicious."
Ximen Xuri: "Oh?"
"Since ancient times, the sun has risen in the east. How can there be a rising sun in the west gate? Your name confuses the five elements of the world and you will be punished by God."
Fang Che said kindly: "How about changing your name?"
Ximen Xuri looked indifferent: "As long as I'm here, wherever I go, the sun will rise in the east!"
Fang Che smiled faintly: "I'm afraid that you, the rising sun in the west, will be completely knocked down when you meet me."
All has been said.
From the moment they stepped on stage, the two of them felt at the same time: they were not from the same place.
That kind of hostility is very strong.
No one took advantage of the verbal attacks, and both parties were very calm.
Since you can't tear open the opponent's mental gap as a breakthrough point, you can only see the truth behind your hands.
Ximen Xuri shook his sleeves, revealing his white palms, sliding under his feet, and smoothed out seven meters as if on the ice, and slapped him with one palm!
Fang Che took a half step back, then kicked off and stepped back again, his black robe fluttering for a moment.
The moment the starlight shone faintly, it had already crossed two feet, and the same right palm was exposed and shot.
boom!
The two palms met and they made a muffled sound.
The black robes and white clothes floated up at the same time, and the two of them took three steps back at the same time.
The two referees on the stage looked at each other with admiration in their eyes.
This palm was done deliberately, to test the opponent's strength. But the key is that neither side tried their best!
Fang Che used the strength of the ninth level warrior, while Ximen Xuri used the strength of the first level martial artist.
On the surface, they look evenly matched.
Ximen Xuri's face darkened.
His body spun around, and a small whirlwind suddenly appeared on the spot. The whole person had turned into a shadow, and surrounded Fang Che, attacking like a violent wind and rain.
Fang Che fought steadily and never was greedy for merit. He just raised his cultivation level to the first level of a martial arts master. He used every move to make a three-point attack and a seven-point defense.
In an instant, the black and white colors on the arena were swirling together, and they were indistinguishable. It was like a Tai Chi diagram with half a circle of black and white suddenly appeared.
Ximen Xuri occupied the seventh level of offensive and could be said to have the upper hand. However, his heart became increasingly heavy.
Can't break the opponent's defense.
Fang Che's defense was flawless. And every time there was a collision, he could feel the repercussions. Ximen Xuri felt even heavier.
The other party's cultivation level is definitely higher than your own!
Although you may have a superficial advantage, you will definitely lose if you continue fighting like this! Once the opponent counterattacks, you will lose.
Everyone watched Ximen Xuri gain the advantage and suppress Fang Che in the fight, but only Ximen Xuri, who was in the middle of the game, understood that he was actually the one who was really at a disadvantage!
I want to win! We can’t let this kid pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger!
The decision is made.
The white shadow flashed, flipped in the air, and the white clothes unfolded, just like a white crane appeared in the sky, turned over, and three rays of cold light shot out.
It's his secret weapon skills that keep him under control.
"Go!"
When the hidden weapon was released, he shouted loudly as a reminder.
The two referees secretly shook their heads. They had already disapproved of Ximen Xuri's character, but they were already ready to save Fang Che.
Fang Che obviously didn't expect it and hid in a panic, barely escaping.
Another seven rays of cold light flashed in the air, followed by three almost invisible dark lights.
Three dark lights, a pair of Yintang, a pair of Dantian, and a pair of heart.
The mother and son seize the soul.
The referees all had anger in their eyes.
This is a killer move!
It was just a competition between classmates, no hatred or resentment, but a killer move actually appeared!
Fang Che turned sideways and drew his sword out of its sheath with a swipe. He seemed to be furious and uncontrollable.
With two clanging sounds, two three-edged nails were knocked down. His body shook continuously and suddenly rushed out from the gap in the hidden weapon.
The sword light suddenly became brighter, like a sun appearing on the arena, shining brightly in the eyes.
"mean!"
Fang Che roared, and blood appeared on the stage!
Ximen Xuri let out a shrill scream, and an arm connected to half of his shoulder fell into the dust.
Fang Che had already put his sword across Ximen Xuri's throat. He probably couldn't control his rage, his arms were shaking a little, and he roared angrily: "It's just a competition between classmates, and you actually want to kill me!"
The broken arm on the ground was stepped on by Fang Che. The wound was immediately bloody and bloody. The pale palm spread out and rolled out a steel needle that had been pinched in the palm!
The whole place was silent!
Toru was standing on the stage, his body trembling slightly, his face full of aggrieved anger.
It seems like a huge injustice has been done to him.