Tomorrow Qi still didn't give up, he raised a finger and said, "I'll give a million, a million copper coins!"

Lin Que couldn't cry or laugh, he couldn't imagine that he was worth a million copper coins, in Qingyang Town, the top treasures were only sold for hundreds of thousands of copper coins, and he was even more precious than those treasures. This tomorrow is Qi, but you can afford to look at yourself.

Ling Chong refused again, he said: "Tomorrow Qi, Lin Que is a member of our Tianyan Chamber of Commerce, not a treasure, so I won't agree at all!

Tomorrow Qi snorted, stared at Ling Chong angrily, then stared at Lin Que again, pointed at him, and said, "Boy, now that Ling Chong is covering you, when you leave Universiade City, I'm afraid you won't be so lucky!"

The three battles were refereed by the city lord, and neither the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce nor Qinghemen had any opinions. A rectangular piece of ground under the waterfall is the place where the two families fought.

"In the first battle, Wu Feng of the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce fought against the fat head of Qinghe Gate!

Wu Feng dragged a three-pointed two-edged knife, and the blade drew a narrow scar on the ground. The blade trembled slightly, and there was a faint chirping sound, like the chirping of a cicada. The fat head jumped up, and the whole ground shook slightly. He had a fat head and big ears, a short and fat body, and held a seven- or eight-foot-long Zen staff in his right hand, which was two heads taller than the fat head. Therefore, the fat head and the Zen staff look extremely asymmetrical.

The two met without saying anything, and then fought. Wu Feng raised the three-pointed two-edged knife, and a sharp sword qi broke out of the air, turning into a white practice and striking at the fat head. The fat head waved his Zen staff and slammed the sword qi with a slam blow. Taking advantage of this moment, Wu Feng bullied forward, and the three-pointed two-edged knife slashed at the fat head. "Dangdang" was a few sounds, and the two had been fighting for seven or eight rounds.

Fat Toutuo was already fat, and when he couldn't stand for a while, he was sweating profusely, and the sweat squeezed into his eyes, causing his eyes to be unable to open. After fighting for a while, his physical strength gradually ran out, and under Wu Feng's fierce attack, he could only retreat step by step, turning attack into defense.

"Hehe, old ghost Ming, Wu Feng looks like he's going to win. Ling Fangzheng couldn't help but say.

Old Ghost Ming was unwilling to admit defeat, he retorted: "Ling Fangzheng, it's too early to judge, no one can say clearly until the last moment!"

Ling Fangzheng continued: "Old ghost Ming, the one who knows the times is Junjie, the fat head is obviously not good, why bother to support it, let him step down quickly!"

While Ling Fangzheng was talking to the old ghost Ming, Wu Feng and Fat Tou Tuo fought for more than a dozen rounds, Fat Tou Tuo was already soaked, his face was covered with beads of sweat, he was out of breath, and his physical strength seemed to be coming to an end.

Suddenly, the fat head bent his footsteps, and he was about to fall. Wu Feng seized the opportunity and brandished a three-pointed two-edged knife to stab at the fat head. At this time, the fat head reached out with his left hand, and with his right hand, the Zen staff flew out.

With a "bang", the Zen staff hit Wu Feng's chest, and Wu Feng's body flew backwards, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground panting. Ling Fangzheng was startled, and a pharmacist hurriedly stepped forward to investigate Wu Feng's physical condition, and then, his face turned pale, and he stammered, "Yes, yes, president-" He was the numb-faced pharmacist before.

Ling Fangzheng said impatiently, "Tell me quickly, what's the situation?"

Seeing that Ling Fangzheng was angry, the pock-faced pharmacist immediately became articulate: "President, the ribs on the fat head Tuo's chest are all broken, and the broken bones may have pierced the liver." Even if he is saved, I'm afraid he will be a waste person from now on!"

Ling Fangzheng frowned and ordered, "No matter what, you must revive Wu Feng! No matter how much it costs, no matter how expensive the medicine is! You must revive him!" After Wu Feng was carried down, Ling Fangzheng's eyes widened angrily, staring at the old ghost Ming.

"Old ghost Ming, you did a good thing!"

Ming Lao Ghost put on a victorious posture, and he strode forward.

"Master, this time, Fat Tou Tuo is fortunate not to be dishonored!" Fat Tou Tuo knelt down respectfully.

Old Ghost Ming hurriedly helped him up, then patted Fat Tou Tuo's shoulder, and said, "Fat Tou Tuo, you have done a good job, and after I go back this time, I will definitely reward you heavily." Hurry back and bandage it!"

Fat Toutuo had just blocked the three-pointed two-edged knife with his left hand, so the entire palm of his hand was cut off by the blade. At the beginning of fighting Wu Feng for a few rounds, he showed that he was on par with his own strength, and if he wanted to defeat him, he had to resort to abnormal means.

His face was pale, his lips were purple, his face was covered with sweat, and blood was spilled all over the ground, and he said, "Yes, old, sir!"

The fat head kicked the severed palm into the waterfall, and then left without looking back.

Old Ghost Ming looked at Ling Fangzheng provocatively, and Ling Fangzheng was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

The city lord sighed secretly, he didn't want to see such a tragic picture the most, so he chose to withdraw from the battle.

Lin Que recalled the battle just now: Fat Tou Tuo deliberately sold the flaw and let Wu Feng come forward to attack, and Fat Tou Tuo exchanged the price of one palm for Wu Feng's lifelong disability and won the first battle. Is it really worth it?

The city lord said sternly: "Although the sword has no eyes in the competition, it is best not to be so unscrupulous and reckless for the sake of victory! Ling Fangzheng, Ming Old Ghost, did you hear that?" This sentence was actually said to Ming Lao Ghost.

The old ghost of Ming replied undeniably, he thought: As long as you win, why do you care so much?

He turned back to Ming Qi and said, "Tianqi, the second battle is your play, you must be careful, no matter what, you must achieve the final victory!

This sentence has already indirectly responded to the question of the city lord.

Tomorrow Qi said: "Daddy, don't worry! I will definitely not let you down! This year's spiritual mist must belong to us Qinghemen!"

Ming Zhao also interjected: "There is also the City Lord's Mansion, and the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce also belongs to our Qinghe Gate!"

Old Ming Ghost glared at Ming Zhao, and said in his heart: You little bastard, you don't care about the occasion when you speak! Even if we want to annex the other two major forces, you still shout out so openly and brightly!

Ling Fangzheng explained to Ling Chong: "Chong'er, although you lost the first battle, you may not lose the second battle, so don't take it to heart." Also, this competition is just a very ordinary battle, there is no need to go to the point of life and death!" "Knowing that Qinghemen would be so desperate, he wouldn't let Ling Chong play. Old Ghost Ming doesn't care about Ming Zhao, but it doesn't mean that Ling Fangzheng doesn't care about Ling Chong.

"In the second battle, Ling Chong and Tomorrow Qi!"

Tomorrow Qi shook his neck and made a sound like fried beans.

He said: "Ling Chong, let me say one last thing, if you hand over Lin Que to me, maybe, this time I will let you walk out of the field intact!"

Ling Chong sent two words: "No way!"

"Okay, okay, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"