To be honest, he did have the idea of repenting at that moment, but when he saw the audience was furious and the third son of the Li family was upholding justice.
He was immediately frightened.
"Then why don't you express your position quickly!"
The third son of the Li family urged loudly.
Wei Zhengyu was forced to have no choice but to grit his teeth and said: "This is between me and Lu Xiaoyue... I want to talk to her alone."
In fact, he still had a fantasy in his heart, hoping that Lu Xiaoyue would be less sensible and not take everything away for the sake of being so pitiful.
Besides, for a little girl of a few years old, a martial arts gym is not of much use.
He wanted to try to see if he could keep the martial arts school.
However, as soon as these words came out, the third son of the Li family quickly saw through his mind.
He smiled coldly and said, "Let's talk alone. You don't want to bully Lu Xiaoyue for not knowing anything, do you?"
"Let me tell you! Since I am organizing this martial arts tournament and I have witnessed your promise with my own eyes, if you don't fulfill it, you will be going against my Third Young Master Li and my Li family!"
"You don't need me to tell you what the outcome will be, right?"
Mr. Li San's words were resounding and he used the name of the Li family.
Once you say this, no one in Qingyue City will dare to object.
Everyone knows: Qingyue and the Li family must repay their debts!
After hearing these words, Wei Zhengyu had already begun to give up.
But he still had no intention of giving up.
"Lu Xiaoyue, can you let my disciples follow me..." He asked unwillingly.
For him, even if the martial arts school is gone, as long as the disciples are still there, there is still a chance to make a comeback.
"What a beautiful idea! You said before that you can give away disciples to others, and now you want to go back on your word?" The third son of the Li family asked unceremoniously.
"I have no regrets! I'm just worried about the future of my disciples. Without me in the martial arts school, who will teach them Zhengyu Qijian?"
Wei Zhengyu retorted confidently.
"Pfft!"
One audience member couldn't help but laugh.
Suddenly, more laughter came from under the ring, and even the third son of the Li family couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Hahaha, what kind of swordsmanship do you think you are the only one who knows?"
"Don't blame him! He didn't see it, how could he know that this little girl's sword skills are much better than him!"
"Yes, I didn't see it, it's true, but if the little girl can defeat the man in black, is her swordsmanship inferior to his?"
"The frog in the well! He always thinks that he is so great. If others leave him, he can't even learn swordsmanship."
"Yes, yes, it's just the frog in the well."
"Let me see, in the future, don't call it Zhengyu Qijian. Let's change its name to Frog at the Bottom of the Well."
"Hey, this guy's suggestion is good, I agree!"
The taunts, big and small, reached Wei Zhengyu's ears, making him blush and almost lose his composure.
Indeed, he did not see with his own eyes how Lu Xiaoyue won the competition.
But he never imagined that Lu Xiaoyue had used the "Zhengyu Qijian" in the competition, and was more powerful than him, and was recognized by the man in black.
Seeing Wei Zhengyu's embarrassment, the third son of the Li family was quite proud.
He likes to watch others make fools of themselves, and he also likes to add insult to injury when others make fools of themselves.
"Hey, Well Bottom! Do you want to see Lu Xiaoyue's swordsmanship for yourself?"
The third son of the Li family said with a mocking look on his face.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and smacked his lips and said: "Oh, I almost forgot. Your hand is disabled and you can't use the sword. You will definitely not have the chance to see it in person."
Wei Zhengyu was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die, and his eyes were red and splitting.
If the broken hand hadn't just been reattached, I might have gotten up and fought with Mr. Li San.
When the disciples heard that Lu Xiaoyue's swordsmanship was very powerful, their eyes shone brightly, and they wanted to rush forward and kneel down to worship him.
Since ancient times, disciples have been easy to find, but famous teachers have been hard to find.
A good master can not only teach more things, but also be a leg that can be held for a lifetime.
Whenever you encounter any difficulties, just ask: Who is my master?
If the master's reputation is big enough, he can solve it on the spot.
Although Lu Xiaoyue is not famous now, she has a bright future!
Seeing the expressions of his disciples, Wei Zhengyu immediately gave up on this idea and gave up the idea of using his disciples as an excuse.
However, he still had to make one last attempt.
"Lu Xiaoyue, I also want to become your teacher, please accept me as your disciple!"
He shouted and looked as if he was about to get up.
This was his last resort. Even if he had nothing now, as long as he could hold Lu Xiaoyue's thigh, he could still survive in Qingyue City.
At this moment, the third young master of the Li family on the side pushed him back violently.
"I don't want it! You are a bad person, and I don't want you to be my apprentice!"
Lu Xiaoyue refused unceremoniously.
From the first time Wei Zhengyu came to help the village chief threaten her, Lu Xiaoyue had already defined him as a bad guy.
The reason why I helped him this time was entirely because Mu Jian wanted the martial arts gym.
Since you already have the martial arts gym, why do you still need to get involved with the bad guys?
"Hahaha, rejected!"
"The owner of the dignified Weishi Martial Arts School, Zheng Yu Qijian, was actually rejected by a little girl!"
"They don't even want to accept him as their apprentice, which makes me laugh to death."
"Tsk, tsk, when it comes to this, if it were me, I would go back and find a piece of tofu and kill the arithmetic ball!"
Countless ridicules followed, but Wei Zhengyu still did not give up.
He said loudly and insistently: "I can help you run the martial arts gym, I can help you recruit disciples, and I can help you become famous outside Qingyue City."
"Stop talking!"
Lu Xiaoyue pursed her lips, waved her hands impatiently and said, "I don't need anything you said!"
"All right!"
Wei Zhengyu let out a long sigh, his whole body became depressed, and he lay on the stretcher, unwilling to move again.
After three attempts to no avail, he had given up completely.
Seeing this scene, the third son of the Li family showed a smile and announced loudly: "Now I declare that from today on, the Weishi Martial Arts School belongs to Lu Xiaoyue."
"As for you..."
He turned around and looked at Wei Zhengyu's disciples, and then said: "If Lu Xiaoyue wants it, you can follow her. If you don't want it, just follow this cripple and get out of Qingyue City!"
After saying these words, the third son of the Li family finally showed the aura of a superior man.
In Qingyue City, the Li family has always said the same thing.
He told these people to get out of Qingyue City, and they would never come back!
"Master, please bow to me as a disciple!"
Senior Brother Qin Xiao was the first to kneel on the ground and shouted loudly.
Immediately afterwards, the other disciples also prostrated themselves one by one, shouting the same words.
"Master, please bow to me as a disciple!"
Lu Xiaoyue panicked, took a few steps, and ran under the ring.