Tang Thirty Six looked at him and said sarcastically, “I wanted to use the ancient horse race method. Let our weakest fight their strongest……but the problem is you are way too weak. We can’t even let you get on the field. Obviously we can only try to win two fights continuously, so you don’t have to get out and lose face.”
Luo Luo actually felt very confident about Chen Chang Sheng even though she didn’t even know where her confidence came from.
At the moment, the people from the Li Mountain Sword sect walked out.
The one who walked in the front was a young man. He was not even fully grown yet but actually looked even smaller than Luo Luo.
He’s Qi Jian, ranked last, and also was the weakest among the Seven Rulings.
Qi Jian was Li Mountain Sword sect master’s close-door disciple(last disciple he would take). He was very young, but had ranked in the top ten on the Honor Roll of Green Cloud, until on one meeting two years ago. He barely lost to Zhuang Huan Yu, so he was dropped to eleventh, but no one dared to look down on him.
Because he’s really small.
His rope appeared very loose, blowing up by wind, Hoo Hoo, looked somewhat cute.
Tang Thirty Six saw this scene, sighed and said, “How can I even hit him?”
Chen Chang Sheng sighed and said, “Sounds like you can actually beat him.”
Tang Thirty Six felt very angry, stared at him.
Tang Thirty Six laughed, didn’t speak.
Tang Thirty Six suddenly remained silent for a while, then said, “If we can fortunately win two fights, this kid doesn’t have to get on. If I lose, then Luo Luo you should just surrender, so we lose two fights continuously, then this kid no longer needs to fight.”
Chen Chang Sheng noticed his word “fortunately.”