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Return to the temple.

An Ruoxing smiled and said: "You all go and wait outside. The selection battle will start in the afternoon. Remember to go to the ring to watch the battle."

He looked at Fang Che and said, "Since we only take first place, the reward for first place is one thousand merit points. Do you understand?"

"Got it."

Fang Che smiled cordially and respectfully: "Chief An is such a good person."

An Ruoxing rolled her eyes.

I am a good person...then Zhao Shanhe is a bad person?

You won’t stop until you make Zhao Shanhe angry.

Everyone filed out.

Everyone else took a deep look at Fang Che and left. Only about twenty kings from Baiyun Martial Academy stayed behind and surrounded Fang Che with smiles on their faces.

"School beauty Fang is so fierce."

"That's right, I was dumbfounded just now."

Fang Che hurriedly smiled bitterly: "Do you think I want to be so fierce? How about you do it instead?"

"Don't dare."

Twenty people shook their heads in unison like rattles.

We are good at theater, but if we were to act in a theater in person, we would still be grateful.

"In terms of fierceness, Teacher Shen and Jiaoxi Li are the best."

Another student sighed: "I also want to talk to them like that, but it's a pity that I don't have enough strength."

"Haha... you can try it too."

Everyone squinted their eyes and walked out together.

The old man had already swung his body and walked over to stop Fang Che, glaring with a dark face: "Do you owe something?"

Li Changkong also looked angry: "I also think you forgot something."

Fang Che's eyes widened and he was confused: "What's the matter?"

My mind was spinning rapidly, but I couldn't remember it.

What did I forget?

The old man squinted his eyes, slapped Fang Che on the back of the head, knocked him to the ground with a snap, and said with a fierce look: "Where is my wedding wine!?"

Fang Che suddenly understood and stood up, covering the back of his head, but was slapped in the same position by Li Changkong, who immediately slapped him to the ground again: "Where is the wedding wine for the four of us!?"

Fang Che covered the back of his head and apologized repeatedly: "It's my fault, my fault. I was too busy during this period and forgot about it. I was wrong. I was wrong. I will make up for it when I get back. I will definitely make it up."

Another two slaps came over me: "You still have to wait until you get back to make up for it?!"

"I'll make up for it after I finish it this afternoon. Ye Meng and I will toast the two teachers and give them tea... I'll have a big meal when I get back."

The two of them snorted: "That's pretty much it."

The old man cursed: "I'm urging you today and I'll be urging you tomorrow too. You're like a gentleman and don't express your opinion until life or death. But I haven't watched you for a few days and actually secretly spoke and got married... This is special

Well, when I found out about this, I was so angry that I didn’t eat for a whole day!”

"I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"snort!"

On the high platform in the distance, Ye Meng watched this scene and smiled.

Feeling a little distressed again.

Although these two people are doing it for their own good, they still feel a little distressed when they beat Fang Che like this. Although the beating doesn't hurt...

So he walked over, bowed and said softly: "Young master, he...he has been talking about it every day for the past few days, saying that no matter what, he wants to invite Teacher Shen and Li Jiaoxi to have a good meal, but he is too busy these days.

He was in seclusion a few days ago and couldn't even see me..."

Ye Meng bowed: "Teachers, sir, you must have a few more drinks tonight."

Old Man Shen and Li Changkong laughed loudly and said, "For Ye Meng's sake, I'll spare you this one time."

As soon as Ye Meng walked out, the eyes of all the young Wuhou and Wuwang who came to participate in the selection were immediately bright.

I couldn't help but want to get closer.

Even if you don't have any evil thoughts in your heart, a beauty of this level is a pleasure to look at once more.

Besides, if you miss this time, you will probably never see a beauty of this level in your life.

But they were all frightened away by the fierce look in the old man's eyes.

Master Song Yidao came over and his eyes lit up when he saw Old Man Shen. He immediately took a few steps and stood with Old Man Shen, finally regaining some confidence.

This Xuan Shen is uglier than me.

I suddenly felt a little relieved.

Although I am bald, I am still more handsome than Shen Zhixuan, and I am a head and a half taller than him.

As for the tall and tall Li Changkong next to him, Song Yidao automatically ignored him - he was not on the same level, so he didn't want to compare.

Therefore, Palace Master Song had been chatting happily with the old man Shen, and they were almost inseparable.

It's late afternoon.

The selection battle for Marquis Wu begins.

The old man Shen and Li Changkong were on each side, protecting Ye Meng in the middle. Song Yidao sat behind Ye Meng, guarding the triangle.

As for Fang Che, he was watching the game from the player area.

…

The battle at the Wuhou level was already quite intense.

There was cheering and applause all around.

Everyone is showing off their heroes on the stage, and it’s extremely intense.

But Fang Che just wanted to doze off.

Fang Che couldn't help but sigh when he saw the Wuhou level competition and the first place selected. The first place was a third-year student from Baiyun Martial Academy.

He is already considered to be very good, and it can be seen that he works hard, and his intelligence and talent can be regarded as a temporary choice. Moreover, he has no shortage of practical experience.

But in Fang Che's eyes, it was still full of loopholes.

Thinking of the demon sect geniuses he encountered while raising Gu to become a god, they were just the ones who died under his own hands. If they grew up to be Wuhou, there would be at least thirty or forty of them, which would be better than the first one in front of them.

And those who survived...not to mention super geniuses like Yanbei Hanchenyin, even Lingkong Xiyun and the others could steadily surpass them.

And this is already the result of the entire Southeast selection.

"Only my orthodox religion is indeed protected by the gods and brings great luck."

Fang Che sighed inwardly.

Fang Che had no hope at all whether the number one selected by the Southeast could stand out in the headquarters competition and compete with the younger generation of the Soli-Orthodox Sect.

In other words...if someone like this could become a representative, Fang Che would even be a little desperate.

What follows is a king-level battle.

The referee is shouting from above.

"Who volunteers to be the first king-level champion?"

Before he finished speaking, the black clothes flashed, the stars twinkled, Fang Che's tall body rose into the sky, and he took off his cloak in mid-air. With a wave of his hand, the cloak flew through the air like a black cloud, and fell into the night.

In the arms of dreams.

In the air, Fang Che has ape-like arms and a wasp's waist, with broad shoulders and long legs. He is as handsome as jade and has a stunning grace.

He strolled in the air and landed, his black boots gently landing on the ring.

Turn around as soon as you hit the ground.

The neckline of the black butler's uniform is illuminated by the bright sun of Venus.

At this moment, his style is peerless and almost impossible to look at.

Fang Che stood on the ring, stood leisurely, smiled lightly, and said: "Che below, the chief deacon of the Baiyunzhou Guard Hall, has come to take the seat of the ring leader. If you brothers are not convinced, feel free to come up and challenge me."

The 20 kings, 30 Martial Lords and more than a dozen Martial Emperors from Baiyun Martial Academy cheered loudly.

"School belle Fang, so powerful!"

The voices were neat and majestic, making the whole place tremble.

Suddenly everyone was asking: "What do you mean? How did you become the school beauty Fang?"
To be continued...