Many spectators under the ring turned their heads and looked at the two children outside the crowd.
One was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing constantly and shouting that he wanted to save the master.
The other stood blankly, holding a wooden sword in his arms, seemingly frightened.
"Are these two kids playing house?"
Many people can't help but think of it.
On the ring, Wei Zhengyu suddenly heard Lu Xiaoyue's voice, trembled all over, and stood up suddenly, as if a drowning man saw a life-saving straw!
"Lu Xiaoyue, please save me!"
Wei Zhengyu shouted loudly.
There is a very fair rule among warriors.
In a fair competition, if one party wants to kill someone, then the other party has the right to let someone compete on his behalf!
This is done to prevent the big from bullying the small and intentional killing.
This is the situation Wei Zhengyu is facing now. If the man in black was just trying to win the competition, it would have ended long ago.
But now that the man in black wants to kill him, he has the right to find someone to take his place.
However, no one would have thought that Wei Zhengyu could use this right before.
Because among the people present, except for the man in black, he is already the most powerful one.
"Wow!"
Wei Zhengyu's cry for help seemed to light a powder keg, instantly igniting the emotions of the audience.
Wei Zhengyu, the owner of Weishi Martial Arts School, Zhengyu Qijian, actually asked a little girl under ten years old for help!
If this scene were told, I'm afraid even a three-year-old child wouldn't be able to deceive it.
However, they saw it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears!
"Is Master Wei crazy?"
"He can't even defeat him, so he wants to recruit someone to be his scapegoat!"
"How can you be so attractive? She is just a little girl of a few years old. She must be sick!"
"Who knows if he is sick!"
"Alas! Tell me, why does a little girl of several years old come here to watch the martial arts competition? Don't you think it's strange?"
"Yes!"
"It's very strange!"
"You see she seems to be holding a wooden sword. She may have been practicing for several years!"
"Tsk, a broken wooden sword, how many years of practice can you dare to go on stage?"
"Who knows!"
While everyone was talking about it, the second and third young masters of the Li family in the attic frowned at the same time.
"Third brother, hurry up and don't delay it any longer!" the second young master said with an unhappy expression.
The Third Young Master suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "I think so too, but look!" After saying that, he pointed at the ring.
The black sword that was about to be unsheathed was put back.
The man in black took a few steps forward and quietly came to the edge of the ring. He was staring at Lu Xiaoyue outside the crowd, seemingly very interested.
Wei Zhengyu's plea for help received no response.
Lu Xiaoyue ignored him at all and kept avoiding Liang Tianyi's kowtows.
For her, the competition was not important at all. She just wanted to take her uncles home as soon as possible.
Wei Zhengyu still refused to give up and loudly raised his voice, saying again: "If you are willing to save me, all the promises you made before will count!"
Lu Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment and thought to herself: You just went back on your word yesterday, and now you are telling the truth, how dare I believe you!
She still didn't respond.
"Plus that sword! If you win the martial arts competition, you can win a sword worth ten thousand gold, which is ten thousand times better than what you have!" Wei Zhengyu continued to persuade.
"Bah! I don't want your sword."
Lu Xiaoyue couldn't help but spit and cursed arrogantly.
So what if it’s worth tens of thousands of dollars?
Why compare it to my wooden stick?
"Why did I get shot innocently..."
Jian Zhen was quite speechless, but he wanted to know what this sword worth ten thousand gold looked like.
If you are much inferior to me, wouldn’t I be worth a million?
Ah ha ha ha!
Wei Zhengyu was scolded in public, but he was overjoyed.
No matter what, the other party is responding to him!
"Then what do you want? I can give you money, I can give you a martial arts gym, and I can also give you all my disciples!"
"If you want fame, I can become your disciple now!"
"As long as you can save my life, I can give you anything!"
Wei Zhengyu has fallen into madness.
In order to survive, he put all his capital on the table and let Lu Xiaoyue choose, even saying that he would "become his teacher".
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.
All other things are easy to talk about. Whether it is money, martial arts, or even disciples, they are all external things. If you give them, you can give them.
However, it is impossible for a master like Wei Zhengyu to say such a thing as becoming his disciple!
At this moment, some people even doubted whether Wei Zhengyu was possessed by a ghost...
"This Wei Zhengyu has done everything he can to survive!"
"Yes, even the dignity of a warrior is gone."
"What more dignity do you need? Asking for help from a little girl who is only a few years old, you still have the dignity of a hairy person!"
"That's right. People who need to ask for help from others have no dignity in the first place."
"That's nonsense! You obviously can't defeat others. If you don't ask for help, will you just wait for death?"
"Bah, bah, bah! Don't change the subject."
The warriors who were watching were talking a lot and expressing their opinions one after another.
But one thing that is very strange is that they all seem to think that Lu Xiaoyue is fine, as if she can win if she goes up to fight!
She is just a child!
Lu Xiaoyue was silent.
Just when Wei Zhengyu said the word "Martial Arts School", the wooden sword in his arms became excited again.
Lu Xiaoyue guessed his thoughts tacitly: Mu Guan seemed to really want this martial arts gym.
She remembered that when she was at home, Qin Xiao and others came to her for help, and it was because they heard the word "Martial Arts School" that Wood Stick reacted very strongly.
"Since I like Mu Guan so much, let's get it for him." Lu Xiaoyue thought.
but……
"Can I do this?"
Lu Xiaoyue couldn't help but mutter to herself.
"Sure! Don't forget, you still have me!"
Jian Zhen jumped a few times in her arms, conveying one meaning: I am here!
Feeling Mu Jian's response, Lu Xiaoyue suddenly laughed, very happily.
Yes, you will definitely help me, right?
"Okay! I promise you."
Lu Xiaoyue puffed up her chest and answered crisply in a childish voice.
"Wow!"
"Isn't it? You actually agreed!"
"A little girl of how old actually agreed to compete in the martial arts competition on behalf of Zheng Yu Qijian?"
"Tell me quickly, am I dreaming?"
"Do you think the man in black will agree?"
"If you compete with a child, if you win, you will bully the child. If you lose..."
"I'm dreaming! How can I still lose?"
"If I lose, I'll eat* on the spot!"
A voice of discussion reached the ears of the man in black on the stage.
His face was expressionless and he didn't care about other people's comments at all, but continued to stare at Lu Xiaoyue and the wooden sword in her hand.
"Little guy, your hair hasn't even grown yet, and you want to challenge me?"