"Ha, Brother Ling, didn't you say that you wanted to invite me to drink? It's better to hit the sun another day, or why don't you just do it today?" Fang Han smiled and changed the topic lightly.

Ling Zhi also smiled, "No, Brother Fang, you also saw it just now, Elder Wu seems to be very injured, I want to go back and have a look now, don't worry, when this time is over, I will definitely find you to have a drink." ”

Fang Han is also from the Luoxia Sect, and he also knows Wu Jian, but after listening to Ling Zhi's words, he obviously didn't say that he was going to be with him, he just shook his head lightly, "That's okay, I just thought that I still have some things, Elder Wu, you help me say hello, I'll go to see him when I have time, Brother Ling, let's see you tomorrow!"

Turning around and taking a deep look at Fang Han's back, Ling Zhi's brows furrowed slightly.

"Evil Gate!"

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"What are you talking about? Tomorrow you're going to have a duel with Aohachi Horse Fengyuntai?"

In the courtyard of the famous family, Gongsun Long looked at Ling Zhi, his two eyes were almost bulging out, "No!

"What did you say?"

"Ling Zhi, I'm not joking, you can do whatever you want, but I will definitely not agree to this matter!"

Gongsun Long's expression was serious, and his always obscene face showed a rare bit of majesty.

Ling Zhi didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went straight to his room. As soon as I stepped into the room, I saw Wu Jian lying on the bed with a pale face.

"Elder Wu, do you want to do anything, let me help you take a look!"

Ling Zhi said that he wanted to step forward to help him heal, but when he saw the other party raise his hand, he said very calmly: "No, you are about to fight, you don't need to spend your strength for my old bones, if it weren't for you, I would have turned into a stubborn stone warrior!" Ling Zhi, let me ask you, are you really sure?"

"You know everything?" Ling Zhi smiled bitterly and raised his head again, "Elder Wu, do you think I shouldn't go?"

"No!"

Wu Jian shook his head, "Being valued by the sect master, you are definitely not a thing in the pool, although I can't see through you now, but I am willing to believe you." ”

"Elder rest assured, I will definitely not lose the face of the Xia Sect, I will win this battle!"

Ling Zhi's eyes were full of confidence. In fact, he really has no reason to worry, with the power of the seventeen dragon elephants, if he can't even fight the eight horses, then he might as well buy a piece of tofu and die in it.

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"You say, he took the initiative to send you an invitation to fight?"

Tianlong Sacred Courtyard, Miscellaneous Family Courtyard, in an elegantly furnished room, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, who belonged to the kind of middle-aged man who couldn't be found at all if he was thrown in the crowd, looked at the arrogant horse in front of him and asked lightly.

"Yes!"

Ao Bama nodded, his expression indescribably respectful. No wonder he is. Although the man in front of him seems ordinary, only those who really know him know how terrible he is.

As the sect master of the miscellaneous family, Lu Fengxian is also the head of a hundred schools, even among the twelve sect masters who are as strong as a forest, his combat power can also rank in the top three.

At this moment, he stood there at random, his eyes were flat, and he did not release any strong breath, but Ao Bama had a strange feeling, in the whole room, this space seemed to be controlled by him, and his words and deeds, or any small movements, were invisible under his sight.

"You agreed?" the middle-aged man asked again.

"Of course, since he is sincerely seeking death, how can I not accept it?" Or in front of the sect master in front of him, he is just an insignificant ant, but he also has his own pride.

Just a famous disciple, the Xuanwu realm is only heavy, if he can't even deal with this, what kind of face does he have to live in this world?

"This son, it's not easy!"

The middle-aged man turned around suddenly, his slightly narrowed eyes revealing a hint of essence, "Do you know why our twelve sect masters rushed to ask for him on the day of the assessment?"

"This ......" Aobama's face froze, but there was still rebelliousness in his eyes. He naturally heard what Lu Fengxian meant, which was nothing more than saying that Ling Zhi was extremely talented and a rare genius.

But the so-called genius also takes time to grow. If Ling Zhi Xiao'er keeps going, he may become a genius who surpasses him in the future, but now...... Hehe!

Lu Feng first looked at the edge of the Aoba*, but he was not ready to continue.

It's a good thing that the child grows up and has his own ideas, and as an elder, he only needs to watch silently and remind him if necessary, so that he can take as few detours as possible.

After a long silence, Lu Fengxian spoke again, "Tomorrow, I will go to see your duel!"

"Sect Master......" Ao Bama looked at the man in a daze, his mouth wide open, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Since entering the Holy Courtyard, he had experienced countless battles and formations, even the last time he fought with Fang Han, the sect master had never been to the scene. Now, however, he has offered to watch his duel tomorrow...... Could it be that in the eyes of his uncle, Ling Zhi'er is heavier than Fang Han?

"Hehe, don't think too much, my father and I have been close friends for many years, watching you become stronger step by step, I am also very happy, you can do your best with peace of mind, uncle has confidence in you!" Lu Fengxian patted Ao Bama's shoulder, his eyes full of encouragement.

"I will live up to the trust of the sect master!" Ao Ba Ma's heart warmed, and at the same time, he made up his mind that tomorrow, he must let his uncle see a different Ao Ba Ma.

"Okay, you go, tomorrow Uncle will definitely come to the scene to cheer for you!" Lu Feng first showed a kind smile, and it was not until he watched Ao Bama leave that the smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a cold chill, "Ling Zhi...... I hope you'd better not be the opponent of the Eight Horses, otherwise, don't blame the old man for being spicy!"

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Although only a few short hours have passed, the news of the famous chief Ling Zhi Fengyun Terrace's invitation to fight the life-and-death battle of the Eight Horses is still like a flood that bursts the embankment, and it instantly flows through every corner of the Tianlong Sacred Academy.

But all the people in the Holy Academy, whether they were sect masters or students, were almost all talking about this life-and-death battle with a huge disparity in strength.

There are those who do that good, and even start a gambling game on the periphery.

The odds of betting on Ling Zhi to win are even as high as 10 to 10, on the contrary, the odds of Ao Ba Ma are only a pitiful 0.5 to 1.

Although the odds of betting on Ling Zhi are frighteningly high, there are very few people who come to bet on him to win, but there is an endless stream of people who bet on winning with eight horses.

Seeing that more and more people came to bet, Mo Tianyu, the chief of the Mo family, had a sad face, and immediately made a decision to reduce the odds of the proud eight horses again, challenging it to be 0.1 to one.

Damn, why are these bunnies so unproductive?

Especially the brothers of the Ji family just now, they actually made a bet of 30,000 spirit stones to buy eight horses to win, even if it was only 0.5 odds, and in the end, they had to pay a price of 15,000.

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Tianyu felt a pain in his flesh.

"Huh, Senior Brother Fang Han, I didn't expect him to be so good?"

"Hello Senior Brother Fang!"

Seeing Fang Han coming, in the temporary gambling house arranged by Mo Tianyu, many students who came to place bets greeted him.

"Good, good, everyone!"

Fang Han nodded politely to everyone in return, and then went straight to Mo Tianyu's face, "Brother Mo is really very interested, hehe, after this duel, I'm afraid that you will definitely make a lot of money, right?"

"Earn a fart? These bunnies don't have any gambling spirit at all, see for yourself!"

Mo Tianyu didn't have the appearance of a chief, and pointed to the sign with the name of Ling Zhiao and eight horses on the gambling table, "Du Nima came to pick up the bargain, so far Lao Tzu has not seen a person who buys Ling Zhi to win!"

"Brother Mo, don't be impatient, isn't my brother here?"

Fang Han smiled faintly, took out a ring and put it on the table, "There are 10,000 spirit stones in here, please ask Brother Mo to help me register and place a bet!"

After hearing Fang Han's words, Mo Tianyu's face, which was already bitter, became longer and longer, "I said, Fang Han, you kid also came to take advantage of me?" Hehe, although they are brothers, I have to make it clear, just before you came in, the odds of Ao Ba Ma had dropped to 0.1 to 1 to 1!"

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Mo Tianyu's mouth, and he was about to raise the pen level as he spoke, but he saw Fang Han suddenly raise his hand and stop him from putting down the pen, "Brother Mo, you seem to have written in the wrong place!"

"Huh?" Mo Tianyu was stunned.

"Oh, it seems that I didn't make it clear, my 10,000 is under Ling Zhiying, please write it clearly!"

"What did you say?"

Mo Tianyu raised his head suddenly, looking at Fang Han like a monster, and suddenly he came to his senses, and a flash of heat flashed in his eyes.

As if he was afraid that Fang Han would regret it, he hurriedly hooked up his pen and wrote it under Ling Zhi's sign, and at the same time did not forget to tease proudly, "Hahaha, some people say that Brother Fang and that Ling boy are brothers, I originally didn't believe it, but now I believe it."

It's not a brother, who will take out 10,000 yuan and throw it into the water for nothing? Ha, but Brother Fang, don't be disappointed, gambling, until the last moment, no one can tell the result, isn't it?

The corners of Fang Han's mouth hooked up a meaningful smile, looked at Mo Tianyu and nodded lightly: "Brother Mo is indeed right, until the last moment, no one can say the result!"

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A day is not a long time.

When the next day dawned, a large number of students gathered early in the Fengyuntai Square of the Holy Courtyard.

At this time, there were still several hours before the dueling time of Ling Zhiao's eight horses, and the reason why these people came so early was just to find a favorable terrain to watch the game.

After all, at least eight of the ten of them have bet, although the result is already in the hearts of everyone, but not to see Ling Zhi's defeat with their own eyes, many people are still a little worried.

As time passed, more and more people gathered in the square, and as the game was about to begin, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

At this time, I saw that in the huge crowd of people in the square, a road slowly dispersed, and a group of men with cold breaths, led by a young man, slowly walked towards the viewing position under Fengyun Platform.

"Huh, that young man, is it Zhan Tianhou?"

"Yes, it's Xuanyuan Bugu, three years ago, I saw him in the Holy Courtyard, but why did he come?"

"What do you say?Ao Bama is a disciple of the miscellaneous family, three years ago, Xuanyuan Bugu entered the Holy Courtyard, and he also worshiped under the miscellaneous family, of course today he is going to come to cheer for his little junior brother!"

"Hehe, seeing that you haven't gone out for the past few days, haven't you seen that Zhan Tianhou is cold all over, and his eyebrows are implied with murderous aura?

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Damn, haven't you heard that a few days ago, on the day when the Marquis of Zhan Tianhou opened the mansion and built a yaya, Ling Zhi ran over to make trouble?"

Looking at Xuanyuan Bugu and his party, the crowd began to discuss, and soon, the grievances about Ling Zhi and Xuanyuan Bugu were also picked up by countless people.

However, no matter how people think of Xuanyuan Bugu's person, the same thought swelled up in their hearts at the same time, Ling Zhi, today is over.

"Hahaha, it turned out that the Marquis of Zhan Tian came, the Holy Courtyard is really full of brilliance, the old man has never greeted him from afar, and I ask the Hou Ye to forgive me!"

A deep voice sounded, and after everyone saw the person clearly, their eyes were fixed again.

The person who suddenly ran out to greet him turned out to be the dean of the Holy Academy, Master Fu Disheng.

"Is there a mistake? Isn't it just that the two disciples are competing in private? Why did Master Fu come over in person?"

"Hehe, maybe people are just here to fight the heavens?"

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