Chapter 970: This Heart Dead

Of course, Wen Ziyu was half-believing and half-doubted about Zhao Yan's statement, but what the child did not expect was.

Otherwise, in the third move, Fang Qinghan suddenly used the nine plum blossoms to bloom again, and this time he suddenly opened seven plum blossoms, which caught his opponent Chen Lulu off guard. The sound of the piano in his hand was messed up, and his feet staggered, and he sat on the ground!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the flying sword in Fang Qinghan's hand followed like a shadow and pointed directly at Chen Lulu's neck.

Fang Qinghan was wearing a white Taoist robe and holding a long sword in his hand. He proudly won. Cheers rang out of the field. Chen Lulu had to admit defeat and failed to admit defeat! Fang Qinghan went further from the mid-term first place!

After the battle, Chen Lulu hurriedly left with her guqin in her arms.

Fang Qinghan stood tall and walked down the platform proudly. This was her third battle in this competition, winning three consecutive games, which made Fang Qinghan's momentum reach the peak, and this beautiful girl also reached the peak proudly!

When she walked off the stage, she came to her master and bowed.

Li Yaoqing nodded and said with satisfaction, "Qinghan, you are my best disciple in these years! How long has it been practicing before you can open seven plum blossoms in swords? It's amazing! After all, it's the qualification of a single spiritual root, you've done a good job!"

"Thank you Master for your praise." Fang Qinghan bowed and walked to one side.

At this moment, many male monks from the sect took the initiative to come forward to say hello. These male monks came to participate in the competition, and also wanted to find a Taoist couple. Now they all wanted to know Fang Qinghan.

However, Fang Qinghan smiled slightly, "Everyone, sorry. I want to say a few words to my junior brother!"

At this moment, Zhao Yan and Wen Ziyu had already walked out of the audience and were about to return to the Broken Sword Tower, but unexpectedly Fang Qinghan followed and called from afar, "Little Junior Brother, I have two words to tell you!"

Wen Zi, the little ghost, said excitedly, "Little Junior Brother, Senior Sister Qinghan is looking for you!"

Zhao Yan didn't know what Fang Qinghan wanted to do, so he reached out to touch Wen Ziyu's head, "You go back first."

However, Fang Qinghan walked over with a cold face and said, "My junior brother, don't hide what we want to say from others, it's actually nothing."

When Zhao Yan saw Fang Qinghan's frosty face, he didn't know where he offended this woman, so he could only say embarrassedly, "Then please tell me."

Fang Qinghan still said with a cold face, "I just want to remind you that your qualifications are not good, and you must practice harder! Instead of doing some small tricks and tricks, doing them is useless, and it will only make others look down on you!"

Wen Ziyu heard this and stuck out her tongue and said, "I thought Senior Sister Qinghan was going to say something, but there was nothing good about it."

When Zhao Yan heard him say this, he was a little confused and asked in confusion, "What are my scheming and tricks? No!"

"Not yet?" Fang Qinghan originally wanted to say that you came to see my battle, but wasn't it just that I wanted to attract my attention?

But thinking about it, Zhao Yan might also deny it; at this moment, she suddenly remembered another thing in her heart, and then blurted out, "Why did you deliberately arrange your own assessment to Tian Kuxin to fight? Isn't this just a scheming and trick? Don't think that others can't see what you think!"

"This..." Zhao Yan was asked so much that he had nothing to say.

Seeing Zhao Yan's tongue-in-mouthed look, Fang Qinghan felt even more disgusted and blurted out again, "Anyway, you'll die this heart! I've already teared that piece of paper!"

After saying that, Fang Qinghan turned his head and walked away quickly like an angry little princess wiggling her black hair.

Only the stunned Zhao Yan and Wen Ziyu were left with a questioning heart. "Little brother, what did she say? What paper has been torn?"

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment before touching Wen Ziyu's head again, "Of course it's just PP paper!"

"Bah! vulgar!" Wen Ziyu cursed, "Don't think I don't know. It must be something not a good thing. Could it be a love letter?"

Zhao Yan almost fainted and said angrily, "With my qualifications as the third stage of the spiritual root, do you think it is possible to write a love letter to a genius with the single spiritual root?"

"That's true!" Wen Ziyu said again, "What kind of paper is that?"

"Okay OK OK, go back to the Broken Sword Tower!"

After the two returned to the Broken Sword Tower, they met all the senior brothers and sisters in the building, especially the eldest brother Zheng Hongsheng.

Zhao Yan respected this generous senior brother quite respected him and smiled, "Senior Brother, the last time you invested in me a thousand spirit stones, and now I have earned 2,000 spirit stones! I will give you the profit first, and I will give you the money I will make in the future!"

"What? It doubled so quickly?" Zheng Hongsheng was also a little stunned and blurted out, "Junior brother, what business are you doing?"

Zhao Yan laughed and said, "Actually it's very simple. Isn't the colorful spiritual rice circulating in the outside world recently? I bought the colorful spiritual rice with the spirit stone I have, and then sold it at a higher price, and I made money in a blink of an eye!"

"I said you make money so quickly?" Zheng Hongsheng suddenly realized that the news about the colorful spiritual rice outside was circulating recently, so he had no doubt at all. Instead, he asked in a low voice, "If these thousand spirit stones are used to buy colorful spiritual rice, do you have any way?"

"Of course there is!" Zhao Yan understood in his heart.

Last time, a cultivator secretly gave the senior sister of Lingjian Tower, colorful spiritual rice. Although Zheng Hongsheng was honest, he would be unhappy in such a thing; therefore he also wanted to buy some colorful spiritual rice to give it to his sweetheart!

In fact, Zhao Yan was prepared for a long time and was waiting for him to ask.

At that moment, Zhao Yan took out a black bag and handed it to Zheng Hongsheng, and whispered, "This is a discounted price, the colorful spiritual rice purchased from a thousand spirit stones! Don't tell anyone else!"

Zheng Hongsheng took the black bag and opened it and was stunned when he saw it, "So many! My god, I only bought a bowl of 1,000 spirit stones! You have half a sack!"

Zhao Yan laughed and said, "I am a first-hand dealer. Of course, it's cheaper, so you can take it quickly!"

Zheng Hongsheng hesitated and said, "There are too many, it's not appropriate for me to take it away alone! I'll take half of it, and the remaining half will be cooked together in the Broken Sword Tower today. Everyone has a good meal! It just so happened to encourage everyone. Our Broken Sword Tower was not good at the first few games, so we can't lose again next!"

"Okay." Zheng Hongsheng took half of the colorful spiritual rice and gave it to his beloved, and the remaining half was cooked in the Broken Sword Tower. Everyone had a happy meal.

The Broken Sword Tower has been relatively low-key in recent years, and it is not as good as Zhou Tianhao, the Chongjian Tower. It is the first time that everyone has eaten colorful spiritual rice and they all praise it.

While having a meal, a senior sister asked, "Little brother, tomorrow morning is the time when you fight against Daotani. Do you admit defeat from the beginning or wait for being beaten down?"

Zhao Yan took a mouthful of spiritual rice and smiled, "Of course I gave in from the beginning, otherwise I would have been pissed off as soon as Senior Brother Tian fired his knife!"

"Haha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!