"Chang Changlao didn't think much about it. He happily welcomed the little martial uncle back to Shengfa peak. I don't know what happened. You should have guessed it. In a few days, Shengfa peak was upset by her. Chang Changlao knew that he was trapped by elder Qiu. He ran to make a big fight angrily. If it wasn't for your martial uncle's persuasion, he might have torn down our Shengjian peak.

Then Chang Changlao wanted to send the young martial uncle back, but elder Qiu refused to. He quarreled with each other. Finally, he decided to hold two debates ahead of time. If he lost, he would be responsible for looking after the young martial uncle in the next three years, until the next two debates won again. " The disciple said with shame on his face. After all, Qiu Chang of shengjianfeng is not authentic.

"..." after listening to his words, Han Yangshu was speechless for a while. It seemed that elder Qiu's burning face and Chang Changlao's anger had appeared before his eyes.

Next to him, Gu Fenghua's eyes widened in surprise. How could he be so familiar with the painting style? She seemed to hear the low sigh of the Lord of the Luo family and see the dazzling halo of the Tiankeng of Miss Luo.

However, there are all kinds of strange things in the world. Gu Fenghua is not sure that this food plus pit goods must be Miss Luo.

"The little martial uncle you said is also on the stage?" Gu Fenghua forbeared his inner excitement, pointed to the direction of the test bench and asked.

There are two white bearded elders sitting on the seats behind the competition platform. They must be elder Chiu Chiu Jian and elder Chang Wan FA. Some young disciples respectfully stand behind them, but there is no Luo en in them.

"No, I guess I'm going to cook something delicious again." The young disciple gave a look and answered. When it comes to the "good", he obviously accentuated his tone, as if he had a lingering fear.

In fact, there is another thing he didn't say. This little martial uncle loves to eat. He is also very hospitable. Every time he makes "good" food, he likes to share it with others. Unfortunately, not everyone enjoys her kindness. Since Sheng Jianfeng invited him back, Jizong's antidote pill has become less and less useful.

At this point, the fazong disciple on the competition platform fell down, and the Jizong disciple saluted with a sword.

The disciples of Jizong cheered and the disciples of fazong were dejected.

"Jizong won this competition, and now the two are tied, three wins, two draws and one loss. Here is the competition of the outside disciples. Those who want to participate in the competition will take the stage." Chang Wanfa said with a calm face.

Compared with the inner disciples, the status of the outer disciples is much lower, so there are not so many rules. If you want to show your strength, just go on stage.

Under the stage, I fell into a short silence. Although this is a great opportunity to show my strength, it is also related to the final outcome of the two cases. If there is not enough confidence, no one dares to go up and show his shame.

"If you don't want to come, let's make a fool of ourselves." A young man in white flew onto the stage and saluted the two elders, saying, "disciple Fang Yunan, a disciple from the outside of fazong, has met the two elders."

"Yes, some of them are bold." Chang Wanfa nodded with satisfaction. He has some impressions of Yunan. Although he is only an outside disciple, his qualifications are very good. Because of his superior family background, he practiced before joining nanlizong, and his foundation is much better than that of ordinary outside disciples.