"Shut up!" Mo Ji shouted angrily, the sound like a bell exploding in the crowd, and the laughter around him instantly became much quieter.
Qiong Ao frowned slightly and said coldly: "Damn fat man, this is Crimson Pavilion. You'd better speak in a lower voice, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"
He still remembered Mo Ji's previous punch. If this was not the Crimson Pavilion, he would have taken action long ago.
Mo Ji's eyes turned cold. He didn't care whether he was the master of the Crimson Pavilion or not. Qiong Ao provoked him again and again. In his opinion, he was unworthy of being beaten!
Chu Liuliu raised his hand to stop him and shook his head gently.
"Since Young Master Qiong wants to see it, I will show it to you." Chu Yiliu said calmly.
"However, I have a condition." He changed the topic and looked at Qiong Ao with a smile in his eyes.
Qiong Ao's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt that this kid was a bit weird, and immediately sneered, "I want to see what tricks you can come up with."
"If my hero post is true, as compensation, you have to apologize to us two brothers in public."
Apologize in public?
Qiong Ao's eyes turned cold. What was his identity? How could Emperor Ao of the Qiong family humbly apologize to these two strangers?
"Do you dare?" Chu Yiliu said with a faint smile.
Everyone's eyes fell on Qiong Ao. Qiong Ao was already riding a tiger and couldn't get off. His heart skipped a beat and he said in a cold voice: "Huh, just bet. If there is anything you don't dare to do!"
"However, if you can't come up with the hero card, you have to kneel down obediently, kowtow and admit your mistake!" Qiong Ao's eyes showed a cold look.
"Okay!" Chu Yiliu agreed decisively.
Chen San looked at Chu Yiliu nervously. He didn't quite believe that the beggar could come up with a real hero card. He swallowed softly and whispered: "Master, how about we..."
"What, you regret it?" Lin Chong sneered and joked loudly.
"Regret?" Chu Yiliu shook his head and said, "How could we regret it? How could I let go of the opportunity that Young Master Qiong gave us to apologize in public?"
He turned his hand over, and the purple-gold hero card appeared in his palm.
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Chu Yiliu's palm.
The same cover, the same color. Qiong Ao's heart skipped a beat.
Everyone around whispered: "It really does exist."
"Is it possible that the beggar really gave him a hero card?"
"It can't be true." Someone whispered.
"It must be fake!" Qiong Ao suddenly shouted, looking directly at Chu Yiliu, and snatched the hero post from his hand.
However, after the post was posted, Qiong Ao's heart suddenly sank.
Real post!
His heart suddenly became cold, and he was secretly shocked: What is the origin of this kid?
Spiritual power surged, and the three characters "Crimson Pavilion" appeared on the hero's post, like a recognized anti-counterfeiting sign. Qiong Ao already knew that this post was genuine.
The post is opened.
No name!
Only "The Crimson Pavilion is about to open. I invite you to come. Crimson Pavilion greets you!"
Unnamed post!
"Haha, it's really fake!" Qiong Ao seemed to see a glimmer of hope and suddenly shouted loudly, "Since it's an invitation post, why doesn't it have a name?"
Immediately, Qiong Ao opened his post, looked around and laughed, "Please take a look, the real hero post looks like this."
I saw Qiong Ao's hero post writing "Qiong's Third Young Master Ao" by name.
Everyone around looked astonished, it turned out that the real post was like this.
Um?
Chu Yiliu frowned. He didn't expect why his post didn't have a name. But if there was a name, he didn't dare to mention it.
Qiong Ao immediately laughed and said, "You brat, I'm afraid you've never seen a real hero post. The fake one looks quite similar!"
"Haha." Everyone around burst into laughter.
Qiong Ao looked at Chu Yiliu proudly, this time he made a fool of himself in public!
He shook his hand and threw the post away.
But he was caught by someone.
He is the book boy of the Crimson Pavilion Master.
How did he appear?
The book boy, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, took the hero card and said with a smile: "What makes Mr. Qiong so happy?"
When Qiong Ao saw the book boy, his face immediately lit up with joy. He got his hero post from this person. He was the so-called seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, so he was also polite to the book boy.
"Sir, you don't know, this kid actually dares to pretend to be the hero of Crimson Pavilion. The master of the pavilion must severely punish such a young man!" Qiong Ao scolded righteously.
The spectators all around looked at Chu Yiyi with gloating eyes: I asked you to cheat, but now you have met the real one. Let’s see how you end up.
The book boy tilted his head and glanced at the hero's post, then said, "It's rare that the third young master is so thoughtful. I thank you on behalf of my husband. But this is a real hero's post."
"You're welcome, it's our responsibility to combat the tricks of such young people!" Qiong Ao laughed loudly, and then he realized something was wrong and asked suspiciously: "What? You said this is true?"
His gaze was directed towards the book boy, projecting a terrifying light.
The book boy frowned and said calmly: "It is indeed true!"
"How is that possible?" Qiong Ao screamed and said sternly: "Why doesn't his invitation have a name?"
"You don't need to know this." The book boy said calmly, his tone full of indifference, which made Qiong Ao suddenly realize that his attitude was wrong and apologized quickly.
The book boy belongs to the master of the Crimson Pavilion. The identity of the master of the Crimson Pavilion is extremely mysterious. Even the head of the Qiong family is in awe. How dare Qiong Ao make any mistakes.
The book boy glanced at him lightly, snorted coldly, then turned around with a smile, respectfully handed the invitation to Chu Yiliu, and whispered: "Master, please take your invitation."
ah?
Everyone had big mouths and dumbfounded expressions on their faces. This gap must be too big. The book boy in Crimson Pavilion was very kind to Qiong Ao, but he was so polite to Chu Yiliu.
What a world of difference.
Chu Yiyi took the invitation and smiled lightly, "Thank you very much, brother."
"The master of the pavilion said that he would like to invite the young master to sit in the Crimson Pavilion if there is a chance." said the book boy.
"There will be a chance soon." Chu Yiliu smiled slightly.
It just so happened that he also wanted to see where the Crimson Pavilion Master came from? Could it be that he had already seen through his identity?
Also, why did he give himself a hero post?
Chu Yiliu had many doubts in his heart.
The book boy bowed slightly and then left.
Qiong Ao's face turned blue and white for a while.
"What? Young Master Qiong, are you willing to admit defeat?" Chu Yiliu said with a smile.
Everyone's eyes showed surprise. Unexpectedly, Chu Yiliu actually knew the Crimson Pavilion Master. What is the origin of this boy?
Under the gaze of everyone, Qiong Ao's eyes flashed with a stern look, and he said coldly: "Your invitation is nameless, who knows if it is yours? Even if it is true, how can you prove that it is yours!"
His eyes looked straight at Chu Yiliu's.
So you can still cheat like this? Chu Yiliu smiled lightly and shook his head, saying, "I never thought that Young Master Qiong is really good at cheating."
"Second brother, we don't need to waste time with this guy, just take the invitation and leave." Mo Ji said angrily.
"That's right, he's just a clown." Chu Yiliu nodded and looked towards the ring.
A clown?
Qiong Ao's heart suddenly sank, she clenched her fists and said to herself: "It's not that easy to get the invitation."
In the confrontation just now, although he did not apologize to Chu Yiyi in public, he still lost a lot of face.
He clenched his fist slightly and winked at Lin Chong.
boom...
On the competition stage, one person was blown away.
The people on the stage looked proud and said loudly: "Who else wants to challenge?"
This man has defeated seven opponents in a row, and his methods are very powerful. Everyone around him looked at him with fear, and no one dared to step forward.
Mo Ji groaned, his blood and energy boiling all over his body, he jumped onto the high platform and said with a loud sound, "I'll give it a try."
The man's eyes turned cold and he sneered: "Fat man, you have to think carefully. Once you take action, I won't guarantee your life or death."
He defeated seven people in a row, and suffered three injuries, three deaths, and one escape. But even with an impressive record, he was still spending a lot of money.
"You need to take a rest." Mo Ji said in a naive voice.
Now that he has come to power, how can he go down again?
"Rest?" The man raised the corner of his mouth and sneered: "I don't need a rest to deal with you!"
As he spoke, eight spiritual clouds circulated in front of the man, and six spiritual lights shone on a short dagger in his hand. He suddenly jumped forward and stabbed Mo Ji diagonally.
roar!
Mo Ji roared lowly, his energy and blood boiling all over his body, and he punched the man away with a bang.
One move!
The man fell directly to the ground and could not get up.
The pupils of everyone around him shrank deeply, and they exclaimed in surprise: "What a strong strength!"
The strength of Mo Ji and the people on the stage are simply not on the same level.
Qiong Ao's pupils in the audience shrank deeply, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and he said bitterly: "No matter what, we can't let this fat guy get the hero post!"
"Yes!" Everyone around him nodded.
Lin Chong smiled slightly and said, "It really can't be done. I'll teach this fat man a lesson later."
Like no other genius, Lin Chong has absolute self-confidence.
On the stage, Mo Ji looked at the man with wide eyes and said, "I told you to take a rest. I can give you another chance!"
A look of fear flashed in the man's eyes, and he quickly took the elixir and sat cross-legged aside to regulate his breathing.
More than an hour later, the man stood up again, with a fierce look in his eyes, and said sternly: "Fat man, you made a mistake this time. Let me recover, and you will have no chance!"
He laughed loudly, and a fierce light arose around him. The spiritual light on the dagger suddenly exploded to the extreme, and the entire competition stage was filled with the light and shadow of the dagger.
Mo Ji said in a deep voice: "You think too much, I just want you to be convinced that you lost!"
As he spoke, his body shot up, charging towards the man like a ferocious beast in human form. As he waved his fists, the power of billowing energy and blood surged like waves.
boom...
Both fists surged out, and the person on the opposite side suddenly seemed to be submerged in the waves, bumping up and down, with veins bulging on his face.
He felt that his opponent was not a human, but a humanoid beast!
"I...I admit defeat!" the man said with difficulty.
boom!
Mo Ji waved his hand and threw him out of the ring.
"This is too cruel!" The audience took a deep breath.