"Hehehe, it's just a casual talk, why should Chen Xiangu take it seriously?"
After Sima Youchuan finished speaking, he turned around and said to his disciple who was standing respectfully: "Don't you always want to challenge the God of Medicine? Today I'm a master and you can just go and have fun."
When the young man heard this, he felt secretly happy, but his face remained calm: "Yes, Master!"
This tall and tall young man with a "fairy child mole" in the middle of his eyebrows is named Wu Xianfeng.
Among all his disciples and grandchildren, he was the most beloved by Sima Youchuan, and he had already reached the level of Xuanzong at a young age.
In fact, as early as sixteen years ago, Wu Xianfeng had the opportunity to break through Xuanzong, and more than once!
However, in order to participate in the Medicine God Tournament and gain extraordinary glory, he compressed or dispersed a small part of his profound energy.
The reason why Wu Xianfeng did this was to hone his combat skills to the peak of half-step Xuanzong, and then participate in the Medicine God Tournament in the best condition, win ten consecutive victories, and become a blockbuster!
Now, Sima Youchuan has spoken out, and his chance has finally come.
What makes Wu Xianfeng even more excited is that he can take this opportunity to severely defeat Fuyao's aloof temper and win the favor of his master.
As long as Sima Youchuan is willing to increase his support, Wu Xianfeng will be able to achieve success in the Tiangang Sect in the future...
"Do you want Wu Xianfeng to be Tulong's opponent?"
Chen Xiaoyun said calmly.
"Yes, this guy Wu Xianfeng is top-notch in terms of his talent in Xuanxiu. It's just that he doesn't have many setbacks and experiences, so it's inevitable that he has a restless mind."
Sima Youchuan smiled evilly and said: "If possible, I would like to use your racing hand as a whetstone to help him smooth out the edges!"
This guy talks about being humble, but in fact he has an unruly look on his face.
Rather than saying that Sima Youchuan was waiting for Chen Xiaoyun's competitor to defeat his disciple, it would be more appropriate to say that he wanted Chen Xiaoyun and even the Fuyao Sect to lose face.
"Oh……"
Chen Xiaoyun chuckled lightly and did not answer.
Sima Youchuan raised his eyebrows and said, "You're from Male Gobi, what kind of clothes are you wearing, little girl?"
"I'll see if you can still laugh when my proud disciple beats your 'local dog' that slipped away from nowhere to a pulp!"
Not long after, Wu Xianfeng left and returned.
Sima Youchuan's face suddenly dropped: "Why are you back? Didn't my teacher ask you to compete?"
Logically speaking, when cultivators are confirmed as contestants for the next competition, even if there is still some time before the start of the competition, they can only stay in the backstage of the arena, or in the arena. In short, they have no right to move freely.
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"Returning to Master, this disciple originally planned to recommend himself to be Tulong's opponent, but this request was rejected."
"Oh? Why?"
"Because...the organizer showed me Tulong's racer registration information. He is just a Seven-Star Xuanhuang."
Wu Xianfeng suppressed his smile and said: "According to the competition rules of the Magic Medicine Arena, that guy's opponent in the first game can only be a Seven-Star Xuanhuang."
Hearing this, Sima Youchuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly: "Pfft hahahaha! What did you just say?"
"The dignified Immortal Fuyao, is this bitch that I invited to compete in the competition only as good as the Seven-Star Xuan Emperor?"
Sima Youchuan's unabashed loud voice not only caught the attention of the gradually growing number of spectators around him, but even Chen Shen in the arena below heard it clearly.
He turned his head and raised his eyes, staring directly at Sima Youchuan at the VIP seat on the high platform with an unkind look.
"Huh? Look, this bitch seems to have quite a bad temper. How dare he glare at me?"
Sima Youchuan didn't take Chen Shen's glare to heart at all.
How could a strong man like him get so angry just because of the glare of an ant?
He looked teasing and said: "Hahaha, Fairy Chen, you find a seven-star Xuanhuang realm native dog to participate in the competition, and you even try to win ten games? You're not here to make a joke, are you?"
"Oh, I understand, the part where you have hidden injuries is probably your brain, right? That's no wonder, hahahahaha..."
Chen Xiaoyun frowned slightly.
Yun Guxue, however, couldn't bear the humiliation of her aunt, so she immediately jumped out and said: "Senior Sima, our racer's name is Tulong, not Tugo."
"We sit so close, you can even get people's names wrong. It seems like you can tell at a glance who has the brain problem~"
"Huh...huh?"
Sima Youchuan's wild laughter stopped suddenly, and the evil spirit surged faintly: "Damn girl, I am talking to Chen Xiangu, how can you interrupt?"
"Auntie Chen, if you can't control your disciple's bad mouth, don't blame me for bullying the younger ones. I'll help you to discipline them."
Chen Xiaoyun narrowed her eyes slightly and said coldly: "My disciple, it's not your turn to discipline me yet!"
"snort!"
Sima Youchuan's dark brown sword eyebrows twisted: "As you and I, there is no point in arguing about this."
"How about a gamble?"
"I won't bully you. If you win all ten battles, you, a local dog, will definitely be in trouble."
"How about we bet on whether he can survive the first three rounds? What do you think?"
"boring."
Chen Xiaoyun slowly closed her eyes, not even interested in saying one more word.
"Don't you dare? Hahahahaha, it seems that you really have no confidence in this native dog you brought!"
Sima Youchuan deliberately raised his voice and emphasized the word "local dog" very hard.
According to Chen Xiaoyun's temperament, under normal circumstances, she would never get angry because of a racer, and a stranger who was recruited temporarily.
But for some reason, Sima Youchuan's repeated provocations now made Chen Xiaoyun feel like she was furious.
It's like... her descendants were wantonly humiliated by others.
Finally, Chen Xiaoyun couldn't bear it and raised a finger: "Okay, I will bet you one million kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones."
Sima Youchuan twitched the corner of his mouth: "Tsk, the dignified Immortal Fuyao is really shabby."
"That's all, let me bet on this one with you. Who can make me excited?"
"Hey, gambling on spiritual stones and stuff looks like a lot of fun, can I take part in it?"
At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the center of the arena.
"Tulong? This kid..." Yun Guxue curled her lips and thought to herself, "He must have been scolded by that old guy Sima Youchuan, right?"
Unexpectedly, Sima Youchuan ignored Chen Shen at all.
In his eyes, the boy at the Seven-Star Xuanhuang Realm was not worthy of talking to him, let alone betting against him.
Chen Shen was not annoyed, and waved to Yun Guxue with a naive smile: "Sister Xue'er, it's not convenient for me to leave the arena. Could you please come over and help me bring the spirit stone to Fairy Aunt."
"You're a little guy, who do you want to call Sister Xue'er!"
Before the little witch could explode, Chen Shen hurriedly added: "I will give you the spirit stone and bet on myself to win all three battles."
"If I lose, it's mine. If I win, we'll split the profit in half. How about that?"