"I..." Chen Bufan looked depressed. At this time, he turned his gaze on Bai Luoshui and said, "LuoShui, marry me! Last night, we lived and died together. During the period when I was in a coma, you were always by my side, and I was very moved."

Bai Luoshui still lowered his head, but his face turned redder, like a red apple.

"You really don't like me?"

Seeing that Bai Luoshui didn't speak, Song Daqiao was very depressed.

"If you don't like it, then I can only go after Qingyi."

"What?" Bai Luoshui became excited when he heard this, and turned from a gentle woman as soft as water to a female tiger. She almost grabbed Song Daqiao's clothes and said, "You are my man. If you dare to look at other people's women more, I will send you to be the Nine Thousand Years."

The sudden change of Bai Luoshui caught Song Daqiao off guard. He almost cried: "My father-in-law, can I still return the goods?"

"cannot!"

After Bai Shan finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

...

The next morning, everyone got up early to prepare for the third game of the Ninth Court martial arts. Because there will be twenty-five people participating today, and one person will be left in groups of two or two, so another lucky person will be produced.

For these twenty-five people, if they can draw a lucky draw this time, it will be a big step away from the top ten places.

Soon, the lottery began.

"I don't know who will be so lucky this time, and I will draw the lucky draw again."

"It shouldn't be Song Daqiao's! His luck shouldn't be that good!"

"This may be possible."

"If he gets a bye again, I will change to the Qingshan Sect!"

...

Just as everyone was speculating, the referee's voice rang.

"The one who was bye this time was Chen Yiming of Qingshan Sect."

As soon as this sentence sounded, the crowd became turbulent.

"Damn it, it's his Qingshan Sect again, this..."

"They are so lucky! They were the participants from the entire sect before and were allowed to be admitted to the next round, but now they are allowed to be admitted to the next round."

"It seems that this time the Qingshan Sect was favored by Cang!"

"Oh, why am I not so lucky?"

"Fortunately, Song Daqiao didn't draw it, otherwise I would be beaten to death by my master."

...

Some people are happy, some are disappointed. Some are even more envious. They are able to enter the next round. What does this mean? Everyone knows very well that one foot has basically entered the top ten.

Bai Shan didn't expect good luck to happen again. He stroked his beard lightly and smiled a little proudly. At this time, he felt a hostile gaze coming from his side, and immediately restrained his smile and looked away. He saw Taoist Cangsong looking at him.

The two eyes were intertwined in the air, and in a short while, a strong smell of gunpowder filled the audience.

"I've always relied on the walk, even if I reach the final, so what?"

Hearing such words, Bai Shan smiled even more intensely.

"At least a certain sect can't even enter the finals. Alas, Senior Brother Cangsong, it seems that you won't have to participate in the Qingfeng Sect when you meet martial arts in the Ninth Academy next time. It's a waste of time anyway."

Bai Shan threw this ridiculous joke back.

"You..." Cang Song Taoist was very angry, but...

"Isn't this the end yet? Maybe this time, all the remaining four will be wiped out?"
Chapter completed!