The sun rose as always, and the morning in Xianglong Town did not show the slightest strangeness because of Gao Xiangchen's death, as if, except for the three members of the high-definition water family, everyone was not related to Gao Xiangchen...... People who should laugh are still laughing, and people who do business are still busy making money......

Gao Zhihao suddenly felt that this year's winter had come to an end, and it was really cold, bitterly cold.

"Have a good competition, grandpa has high expectations for you, don't let him down. ”

Gao Gao Shui saw his son's sadness, stretched out his hand, gently rubbed his head, and encouraged him, "Your mother and I have come to see you compete after sending paper money to grandpa." ”

"If you don't wait for the old lady to come, you will lose, just wait to go home and eat fried meat with bamboo poles!"

When she said this threat, Ji Haihan didn't smile evilly as usual, on the contrary, in her eyes, the water flashed, she realized it, and hurriedly turned her back and wiped it with her sleeve, "The evil wind from there! It's really annoying! Blowing sand into my eyes! What are you doing here?! Don't you have to go and get the number to draw lots!"

"I'm going to win. ”

Gao Zhihao never casually promised people things, but this time, his answer was resolute, "If you lose, you can fight." ”

Gao Zhihao took a deep breath, put his hand into the placket, touched the whiteboard that had stayed up with him all night, and touched the rune paper that had just been added to his sleeve and had just been added, twisted his body, and went straight to the ring of the martial arts competition.

Some people call this competition a martial arts competition, and some people call it a martial arts competition, both of which make sense, but for today's Gao Zhihao, it is more appropriate to call it a martial arts competition.

He wants to stand in this ring to the end, and he will not hesitate to win the first place, as a tribute to his grandfather, Gao Xiangchen, who died the night before!

"Yo, isn't this Zhihao? What's the matter? You poor ghost, you're also here to participate in the competition?"

Before he could reach the registration place, a snarky man's voice sounded behind Gao Zhihao, "What about that cowardly dog you raise? Could it be ...... When I heard that you were going to participate in a martial arts competition, you were so scared that you ran away?"

The reputation of the tabula rasa club for fortune has spread in Xianglong Town, but because of the previous time, its cowardice was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that many young people still don't want to believe this fact, and only think that Gao Zhihao, a "poor ghost", made it up in order to cheat and eat and drink.

The teenager who spoke was obviously one of them.

Without looking, Gao Zhihao could guess who the person who spoke was, he didn't look back, just as if he didn't have zài, and continued to go to the place where he was registered.

"Gao Zhihao, are you fucking long-handed! Lao Tzu called you, you dare to ignore it!"

Seeing that Gao Zhihao didn't turn his head back and ignored himself, the young man suddenly became angry, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he sneaked up towards Gao Zhihao's heart without the slightest immortal cultivator's demeanor, "Gao Xiangchen is dead! No one is protecting you! You fucking ......"

Woo one by one

The figure flashed.

Before the young man finished his swearing, he was suffocated by a wail of his own.

Looking at where the two of them were, Gao Zhihao had already put the young man face down on the ground, his arms and legs bent back, and he was tied into a pig to be slaughtered.

"You should call him Grandpa, Gao Jingchu. ”

As Gao Zhihao spoke, he hung the boy on the lowest branch of a tree next to him that could only be hugged by three people, "Also, I am older than you, according to the rules, you should call me brother instead of calling me by my name." ”

"Gao Zhihao! Lao Tzu grass your uncle! You fuck, put Lao Tzu down! Otherwise, otherwise, I'll let my father, let my father beat you to death!"

Gao Zhihao was hung on a tree branch like a pig to be slaughtered, and Gao Jingchu, a person who had been pampered since childhood, could bear this humiliation? At that moment, he swore obscenities and scolded Gao Zhihao even more ugly, "You poor ghost......!

Smack one by one

A loud slap unceremoniously slapped Gao Jingchu's unfinished swear words back into his stomach.

Gao Zhihao stood three steps away from Gao Jingchu, his chin was raised lightly, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Gao Jingchu, who had been beaten by himself, with no anger or ridicule on his face, as if he had just cleaned up Gao Jingchu, not him, "I will convey your greetings to my uncle, oops, look at my memory...... My uncle, isn't it your father? Tsk, you kid, you are so naughty, even your own father scolds you, if this goes on like this, how can you get it?"

After being cleaned up twice, he was hung upside down on the tree, he didn't have the slightest strength to fight back, the contract spirit beast was not around, no matter how conceited and proud Gao Jingchu was, it was impossible not to know that people were under the eaves and had to bow their heads.

While cursing Gao Zhihao in his heart that he must not die well, and when his spirit beast comes, he must let him return it tenfold, no, a hundred times, Gao Jingchu closed his eyes, and summoned his own spirit beast with his heart.

Gao Xiangchen's spirit pet is the spirit fox, so the children and grandchildren who are related to him are all stained with the light of the contract he signed with the spirit fox clan, and each person has a spirit fox, of course, Gao Zhihao, who can't afford to buy meat to feed the spirit fox cubs, and was rejected by the spirit fox clan, is not among them.

"What time is it, Zhihao?"

The whiteboard, which was originally shrunk in Gao Zhihao's placket and sleeping soundly, woke up for unknown reasons, poked his head out of his collar with a yawn, rubbed his eyes with his front paws, and looked around, "Is this the venue for the competition? Have you finished drawing lots? Who will you fight with in the first game?"

"Not yet, you can sleep a little longer, it's time to start fighting, I call you up. ”

Rubbing the head of the whiteboard dotingly, let it retract into his clothes, Gao Zhihao dropped Gao Jingchu who was hanging on the branch, turned around and walked to the desk where the lot was drawn in the distance, "It will take a while to draw lots, not so fast, go to sleep." ”

Gao Jingchu's spirit fox arrived a moment later and rescued Gao Jingchu who had fallen on the tree, at this time, Gao Zhihao had just drawn a stick out of the lottery holder, and it was written that the opponent was number 11.

Looking at Gao Zhihao holding the stick in his hand, Gao Jingchu suddenly lost his mind and went crazy, laughed, and after laughing, he leaned over and took out a bamboo stick from his boots that was completely different from the one in Gao Zhihao's hand, and shook it at Gao Zhihao gloatingly.

The bamboo stick reads, number 11.