On the contrary, Yu Xiu's eyes flashed and she walked very slowly. She thought about it in her heart. Taking this time, she invited Tan An to have a meal together and cultivated her feelings. Yes, it was a good relationship.

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"Dongdong."

Fang Cheng knocked on the door. He rushed to the competition in the morning and forgot to bring the keys.

"I'm back." Old man Lu opened the door, glanced at Fang Cheng, and said lightly: "Come in, how did you get what you gain today? You've lived up to your strong expectations."

Looking forward strongly?

Fang Cheng complained in his heart, would spiritual support be useful?

"It's okay to fight."

"Well. You have the first time participating in a martial arts competition, as long as you gain something. You know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is. Victory and defeat are common in martial arts. Even the first martial arts war king, he lost many times when he was young. Winning and losing are important, but not absolute, as long as you have one..."

Old Man Lu changed his mind and took out the red ticket in his shirt pocket.

"Master? What are you talking about? I've reached the quarterfinals and didn't say I lost." Fang Cheng put his backpack aside, smiled proudly, and glanced at Old Man Lu with some strangeness: "Master, I'll go take a shower first."

"Well? Haven't you met amateur-level warriors?"

Old Man Lu was about to take out the train ticket with his right hand, but suddenly froze. He moved very naturally, patted his top pocket and his eyes fell on Fang Cheng's face.

Could it be that this kid is full of luck and is full of amateur mid-level players in five rounds of competition?

Old Man Lu was secretly surprised. Although he did not go to the live viewing, he almost knew the level of the contestants in the Little Pearl Cup, half of the mid-level amateur level, and half of the high-level amateur level, and several professional first-level warriors.

Although Fang Cheng's strength is strong enough, he has too little fighting experience after all.

Old Man Lu only knew that Fang Cheng’s great power was amazing, but he had never carefully evaluated the specific level, and he estimated that he could be at the high level of the amateur level.

"Uh...amateur-level high-level? Today's five rounds of competition are three amateur-level high-level high-level, one amateur-level middle-level, and one professional-level early-level."

Listening to Fang Cheng's words, Old Man Lu's eyes shook violently, and his eyes naturally turned down, as if he was browsing the newspaper in his hand, his face was very calm.

He coughed calmly, as if the other party had achieved unanimous results. He said casually: "Oh, well... he performed well, accumulated experience in the fight. With your talent and talent, professional first-level first-class is not a difficult task. Okay, I'll take out the beef. Go and wash up quickly and prepare for dinner."

"Okay, master."

Fang Cheng just thought that the master had high hopes and confidence in him, so he changed into slippers.

Get ready to rinse, have supper, sleep well, and prepare for tomorrow's game!

But he didn't see it. After he walked over, Old Man Lu looked dull and tore off the ticket from his shirt pocket with his right hand, threw it into the trash can beside him, and muttered: "The script is not opened correctly."
Chapter completed!