"You let her run to get the certificate tomorrow, isn't it also considered a marriage, is this suitable?"

The one who laughed was Zhao Ritian, who was sitting in the lobby and bowing his head and playing with his mobile phone.

Everyone could hear the mockery in the laughter.

The fat chef was furious and said sharply: "Rampant junior, the old man is discussing lifelong matters with the master here, how can you point fingers?" ”

Zhao Hao said slowly: "If you want to point fingers, it's unfortunate, I really have this qualification." Brother Canglong had asked me to do my best to take care of his sister before the catastrophe, so as not to let Teacher Cangyun be bullied by cats and dogs. Since she has decided to keep filial piety for three years, irrelevant personnel should not stay here, why should they go. ”

Cang Yun was surprised and glanced at Zhao Hao deeply.

She knew better than anyone that before Canglong crossed the tribulation, she had never met Zhao Hao at all, and it was impossible for her to say that there was no such thing as Tuo Guzhi.

Of course, she never dreamed that Canglong entrusted Zhao Ritian in a very supernatural way after his death.

To be honest, the proprietress didn't expect Zhao Hao to come to the funeral at all.

Because she heard the news from Yue Rou, Zhao Hao flew up to the third-order evolution world a few months ago.

Sometimes when a person doesn't have hope, there are unexpected surprises.

Zhao Hao not only attended the funeral, but also stood up at the most critical moment.

Cangyun's heart swelled with three points of gratitude and seven points of worry.

As far as she knew, Xiao Zhao had only been promoted for a few months, and it was less than half a year since he was full.

And the fat chef was already a legendary real person a hundred years ago.

At this time, Zhao Hao stood up and came out, which was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

"Junior, the master of this place has not yet spoken, do you dare to give an eviction order on your behalf?"

The fat chef sneered, and took advantage of the word first, so that he could find fault next.

Zhao Hao looked like his IQ needed to be recharged, and took the initiative to drill into the set: "If you meet someone who is playing tricks, you can't get rid of it." Why don't you have something real, old man, don't you want to have a discussion with me, why don't we go outside and practice? ”

"Okay, without further ado, go now!"

The fat chef was uncharacteristically excited.

Afraid that Zhao Hao would regret it, the red-nosed fat old man strode towards the open space outside the old mansion.

Deng Pan and Wen Qinghe also followed, and they couldn't understand along the way, why was the fat chef who never showed mountain dew so excited today?

They will not understand that there is a feeling called master loneliness.

In this land of China, Kunlun has the most real people, but unfortunately he basically doesn't set foot in mortal dust, and he can't see it if he wants to. In the past eighty years, the fat chef has never met a real-life opponent again, and the loneliness of the high place is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

After waiting for eighty years, finally at Canglong's funeral, he waited for two real people.

One of them was Xue Qing, considering that the other party was the female apprentice of the protector mage, the fat chef selectively ignored it. Over the years, he didn't know that there was a protector mage in the capital, but he never had the heart to challenge. If you really want to do this, you will be accidentally labeled as endangering national security, and you may even offend the mysterious Kunlun faction. Although the fat chef is lonely, he is not stupid enough to joke with his own life.

And Zhao Hao is different, according to the news received by the Deng family, this person has been dismissed from his military position, and to put it bluntly, he is a helpless scattered person. Not to mention sparring with Zhao Hao, even if Zhao Hao is killed "accidentally", the fat chef can find plenty of reasons to prevaricate.

At the edge of the clearing, a group of spectators was more nervous than the two parties.

Among them, Xi Yuantu and the middle-aged man were the happiest, no matter who won the book, they had no loss, and they were happy to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

Deng Pan and Wen Qinghe stood together, and the two of them forcibly suppressed the excitement in their hearts, waiting for the fat chef to KO Zhao Ritian within three moves.

Red Pepper pinched a handful of sweat for Zhao's brother-in-law, the fat chef she knew could be called the first real person in the folk, and she didn't know if Zhao Hao could withstand it.

Cang Yun and Yue Rou stood together, they were more nervous than Xue Qing, and they almost didn't think that Zhao Hao had a chance of winning.

The referee of this duel is Yu Wenjun, who is the hero who nominally laid down the No. 3 base and has now been promoted to lieutenant general.

"Prepare and go!"

With Yu Wenjun's order, everyone watching the battle held their breath.

In front of everyone's eyes, the fat chef began to show off the flowers, opening his mouth and spewing out a cold light flying sword.

This starting skill shocked everyone on the spot.

Flying swords to kill the enemy and ten miles away, this is the means of the legendary land immortals.

And the land immortals in folklore are actually what the cultivation world calls real people.

I saw that where the flying sword passed, even the air was cut into a crack, and its speed was so fast that Zhao Hao on the opposite side was stunned.

Zhao Ritian was indeed stunned for a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes.

As the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

At that moment, Zhao Hao captured too much information.

First of all, he used the Heavenly King's eyes to see through the grade of the flying sword.

That flying sword was at the level of a two-star real weapon at best, and it was not as good as the black sword that Zhao Hao shattered.

Secondly, the true element contained in the flying sword was simply so weak that it exploded.

Zhao Hao has developed a habit of not underestimating any opponent, originally he defined the fat chef as a master of the level of Ximen Clear Sky and the Prosperous Demon Emperor. However, the quality of the fat chef's true yuan is far worse than that of Ximen Clear Sky, and it is even more incomparable with the prosperous demon emperor who has a medium-grade true yuan power.

To be honest, the fat chef in front of him is no different from those soy sauce practitioners in the Qingyun Realm.

Spicy Chicken!

Zhao Hao sighed secretly, he wondered, such a weak rookie turned out to be a super master in Huaxia second only to the Protector Mage?

"Brother, calm down, you have to be calm. Maybe that dead fat man deliberately pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, don't be fooled! ”

Zhao Hao remained vigilant and tentatively flicked his fingers.

He stretched out a middle finger with a counter-shock force and concentrated the sword body impartially.

Shout!

The wind sword flew upside down, piercing several old trees in the air, and flew crookedly towards the fat cook.

Looking at the transparent hole in the old tree, the onlookers were dumbfounded, unable to understand whether the fat chef's flying sword was too powerful, or the rebound power of Zhao Hao's middle finger was too strong.

The fat chef finally managed to control the natal artifact, and his heart was terrified.

He knew too well how difficult it was to upgrade every level of the real human realm, after all, Zhao Hao was still a second-order evolutionary a few months ago, even if this kid was unlucky and promoted to the third order with his adventures, it stands to reason that he would not be much more powerful in just a few months.

But in the first round of the fight, the fat chef inexplicably had the illusion that his son was beaten by his father.

"Junior, take me another sword!"

The fat chef couldn't accept the fact that he knelt down with one move, and he used his nirvana with a deep drink.

I saw that the flying sword suddenly became larger, and many clones were conjured.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred three-foot Qingfeng with cold light flashed towards Zhao Hao from all directions.

Each flying sword phantom was accompanied by a fierce sword aura that was like a substance, which shocked the onlookers to retreat.

A hundred swords at the same time!

The fat chef poured all his cultivation into that flying sword, which was his strongest killing move.