"Brother Fang is really good. You won the heart of a beauty and left a good reputation."
Yan Changying came forward and joked with Fang Tian.
"I just don't want to face that Du Feng. You should be careful too."
Fang Tian shrugged, indicating that it didn't matter whether he won or lost. He just didn't want to fight with Du Feng next. He had always believed in his own instincts, and he just so happened to smell a dangerous aura from contestant 177.
"No way, Brother Tian. You can't even beat me."
Although Yan Changying said so, he still felt that Fang Tian was exaggerating. He was just a nobody from a second-tier country. He couldn't be overestimated just because he defeated Long Zeqi and Ling Xiaosu. Although the four of them didn't become the four great young masters, in Yan Changying's heart, only he and Fang Tian were experts. The other two were just relying on the advantage of their warbeasts, so they weren't considered powerful.
"Contestant 2 has a bye!"
What's going on? Why is there a bye again? Yan Changying's fighting spirit was at its peak, but he was dumbfounded when the order of the battle was announced. He actually had a bye again. Fang Tian lost to Zhao Lan just now, so only he and Du Feng were left to compete with Zhao Lan for the first place.
"There's definitely a shady deal."
"It's normal. Those big shots in the sect definitely want to see the final battle between Du Feng and Yan Changying."
"I think so too. It would be ridiculous to let Zhao Lan enter the final battle."
The disciples below the stage were discussing. Although the competition was based on the principle of fairness, the elders were still manipulated. Two of the four young masters that they were most optimistic about had been eliminated. Fang Tian deliberately lost to Zhao Lan. If Zhao Lan had a bye, she would directly enter the top two. If someone suddenly gave her the championship, the champion of the Qingyang Sect's Inner Disciple Competition would become a joke.
Uh … Du Feng also had a headache. He didn't care about fighting Yan Changying in advance, but he was worried about facing that woman. Why not let him have a bye? Let's see how Yan Changying would face the first beauty of Zhao Kingdom.
"Little brother, I heard that you never hit a woman. Is that true?"
Zhao Lan wasn't in a hurry to make a move after getting on stage. Instead, she flirtatiously winked at Du Feng. She was right. Du Feng never hit women.
"You even know about this? Your ears are quite sharp."
Du Feng smiled faintly and did not object to this matter. It was true that he did not hit women, but he was an exception when he bumped into them.
"Then can you let me …"
Zhao Lan took a few steps forward and stopped less than half a meter away from Du Feng. She was quite bold. She knew that the other party wouldn't take the initiative to hit a woman, so she stuck so close to him. When she spoke, her breath smelled like orchids, and her fragrance almost blew into Du Feng's ears. The closer he was, the more he could see that her chest was really big. She had the face of an angel and the body of a devil. No wonder she was called the number one beauty in Zhao. In comparison, although Yin Cuicui was also a beauty, her temperament was still lacking. After all, the two of them grew up in different environments, and temperament could not be determined by facial features alone.
"You can't …"
Du Feng took a step back and refused before the other party finished speaking. He knew what Zhao Lan meant. She wanted him to learn from Fang Tian and deliberately lose to her. The reward for the champion was much higher than the runner-up, not to mention that if he lost this round, he could only be third place. The two of them were so close that the other party could attack him at any time, so he must first pull away.
"Stingy!"
Zhao Lan pouted, and her eyes drifted to Fang Tian below the stage. Her meaning was clear. Fang Tian, the head of the four big young masters, let me win. You, a newcomer from a second-class small country, don't know how to appreciate favors.
Fang Tian, this guy, was quite cooperative. He cracked a smile and waved at the stage. However, the direction of his waving wasn't right. It seemed to be directed at Du Feng. It seemed to be saying, "Brother, you do as you see fit. I don't have any burden."
You motherf * cker. Du Feng rolled his eyes at him. You, a playboy, don't lack money, but I want to win the championship to earn a prize. Who cares about the number one beauty or the number two beauty? As long as they block Brother Feng's path to wealth, it won't do.
"Whoosh …"
Taking advantage of the opportunity when Du Feng looked at Fang Tian, Zhao Lan lashed out with her whip. According to the previous match, she summed up an experience. You can't use a hidden weapon to sneak attack. You will be hit back by the opponent. The whip was a soft thing, so it wasn't easy to use it.
Aiya, this stinking woman is sneaking an attack again. Du Feng's figure blurred for a moment, and he easily dodged it. It looked like he didn't move at all, but for some reason, he suddenly became blurred. It felt like he was looking at flowers in the fog.
Shifting Shadows! Fang Tian's pupils suddenly enlarged. He even regretted not continuing the match and sparring with Du Feng. But after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. When two tigers fight, one must be injured. He could deliberately lose to a woman on the stage, but he absolutely couldn't accept losing to a man. If he really fought, he definitely couldn't stop it. After the group battle, it would inevitably become a fierce battle. Previously, his right eyelid kept twitching, but it stopped twitching after automatically giving up the finals. It seemed that his intuition was still very accurate.
What's going on? Am I seeing things? When Zhao Lan saw that Du Feng didn't move, she thought she hit him, but she didn't feel any force from the whip. She anxiously lashed out a few more times, but the opponent's figure still moved. He wasn't hit.
Zhao Lan was really anxious. She actually tore off the ribbon wrapped around her waist. Originally, the neckline was quite wide and very low. Without the comfort of the waist ribbon, the spring scenery in front of her chest was even more dazzling.
"What are you doing? You don't have to take off your clothes even if you can't win. Brother Feng doesn't fall for this."
His mouth said that he didn't fall for this, but his pair of eyes swept from top to bottom. Tsk tsk tsk, her figure is really good. If the fight was more intense, would such thin clothes be torn? Du Feng never did such a wretched thing, but using his eyes to take advantage of her was equivalent to making a profit.
"Devil's Dance!"
The light purple ribbon in Zhao Lan's hand suddenly exploded, turning into many thin ribbons. This ribbon was made of century-old silk, which was more resilient than a whip. As long as one was entangled, even a herculean ape couldn't break free. Because the silk would tighten the flesh, the harder it was, the more painful it would be. There was once a person who thought that he was strong and strong. He didn't put a weak woman like Zhao Lan in his eyes and verbally molested her.
As a result, he was entangled by the silk. He couldn't break free even after several attempts. In the end, it became tighter and tighter. A strong man was strangled to death by the soft ribbon.
"Snow Treading to Find Plum!"
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