"Then what's going on with your sword skills?" Zhou Xian was so regretful that he wanted to hit the wall, but couldn't help asking.

"Nonsense, do you think your sword skills are very strong? Can it be compared with the fourth level of Soul Saint? Even the fourth level of Soul Saint masters can't do anything to me, just you?" The fat white man looked contemptuous and arrogant.

Needless to say, everyone in the audience could think that this fourth-level Soul Saint refers to Gu Fenghua. Since Luo Enen can greatly increase his combat power under Gu Fenghua's tempering, how could this fat man be missing?

Looking at the complacent white fat man on the stage, the same envy appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Is this guy a little proud?" Luo Enen curled his lips and said, looking at the fat white man with a smug look on his face.

"Fenghua has no choice but to do anything to him, he just beat him up to find teeth." Ye Wuse nodded and said. Well, this is a bit familiar, as if he had said it at some point.

"Fenghua, I think the fat man has a bad mentality now. He will be so proud of his success in a small victory. If he continues like this, he will probably find it difficult to achieve higher success in the future. I think you should spend more time, work harder, and sharpen him." This time, it was Luo Enen's turn to worry about the fat man.

Gu Fenghua and Ye Wuse looked at each other: This pair of live treasures really have a close relationship, and even the words that tricked each other were almost exactly the same.

"In this competition, Xinghua Kingdom, Jun Lan will win, and the next game will be successful," Mr. Shuiyue announced.

Amid the cheers of the people of Xinghua and the silence of the people of Guanghua, a young man with a strong figure flew onto the stage in the Guanghua seat, his movements were so light.

"It's my turn." Ye Wuse wiped his red eyes and walked onto the competition platform.

"Why are you crying?" Cheng Zhiyi asked in confusion when he saw Ye Wuse's red eyes and tears that were about to burst out from his eyes.

Not only him, but also the audience on the stage looked puzzled. Before he even went on stage, he started to wipe his tears. What does this mean?

"Could it be that he was scared?" Someone in the crowd in Guanghua Kingdom said with speculation.

"It is very likely that not everyone has the strength of Gu Fenghua and the extraordinary combat power of Luo Enen and Jun Lansheng. Ye Wuse is probably not confident enough." The companion next to him said excitedly.

The audience from Xinghua frowned. Although Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen, Jun Lansheng gave them three surprises in succession, but Zhang Haoran and others performed too badly before, and they still couldn't afford to lose in one game.

Before the fight started, Ye Wuse had already wiped away tears, and seemed so confident that this battle would be lingering.

"I didn't cry, I was just sad." Ye Wuse replied.

"Then why are you sad?" Cheng Zhiyi looked suspicious and always felt that this person was strange. The main reason was that the white fat man was too strange. Now he looked at everyone in Xinghua Country and felt that it was strange.

"It's so touching. Tell me. I was a childhood sweetheart. Why did she misunderstand him? If you misunderstand, just misunderstand. Why didn't he explain? Isn't it okay to explain it? I have to keep misunderstandings.

Finally, she finally resolved the misunderstanding, and she became blind again. In order to let her see the light again, he gave her all his eyes, but she cured her eyes and suffered from amnesia and refused to recognize him. God will do whatever she wants.
Chapter completed!