Seeing that Fang Han and Fang Yuan both looked at him, Gu Bai shrugged and said, "I don't know what she is saying. She is mentally abnormal. Just ignore her."

"Brother-in-law, you..." Zhao Xiaodie was furious.

She originally thought Gu Bai would help her and teach these two people a lesson to let them know how powerful the cultivator is, but she didn't expect Gu Bai to slap her in the face, which made her very angry.

"So that's how it is."

Fang Han was a little angry at first, but when he heard Gu Bai say this, he immediately calmed down. He looked at Zhao Xiaodie with sympathy: "It's my fault. I shouldn't say those words. I apologize to you."

"You're just apologizing."

Zhao Xiaodie became more and more angry as she spoke. She wanted to say something else. However, Concubine Zhao Xue suddenly covered her mouth and whispered in her ear: "You're enough. Xiaobai taught you how to cultivate immortals, and she didn't let you do these things."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this topic anymore. Let's go quickly, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with the competition later."

Fang Han didn't want to argue with Zhao Xiaodie anymore and changed the subject.

Gu Bai nodded, and the group walked out of the hotel together and walked towards the center of the venue.

...At this time, the venue was already full of people, and countless martial artists and female stars flocked to it. A venue was vacant in the center of the venue, which was the competition venue for this martial arts conference.

The competition venue is very wide, as big as half a football field, and it looks very much like the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

Many viewers sat in the audience around them and discussed excitedly.

"The knockout race is about to begin!"

The crowd was in a stir, and then they saw the sect leader and the bosses walking onto the highest viewing platform.

"Look, that's the elder Fusheng of Rashomon."

"That is the Yin-Yang Sect leader of the Guisha Sect."

"Wow, that's the leader of Shangyin Sect of Qingyun Sect and the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance."

Every big shot caused a sensation when he appeared on stage. Everyone looked at him from afar. No matter which one was the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, he was admired by thousands of people.

“Huh?

Who is the young man next to the Shang Sect Master?"

Surrounded by Shang Yin and a group of elders of Qingyun Sect, a young man walked up to the viewing platform.

The young man was dressed in white and had a noble temperament. He was surrounded by many big figures, like stars holding the moon, and the young people in the audience were covered by his light.

"Is it the young man who made Deng Wuji kneel down and beg for mercy a few days ago?"

"No, I was on the scene that day, this is another person."

"How come these people like to hide their identities? You can't let us know who it is?

If you accidentally get involved, wouldn’t you be so unlucky?

It's really annoying."

Amid all kinds of complex discussions, Gu Bai and his group entered the venue.

Fang Han pointed to a good location in the venue and said, "That's my location. If Brother Gu Bai doesn't dislike you, you can sit with us."

"good."

Gu Bai nodded.

"Little sister, take care of them, I'll prepare."

Fang Han turned to Fang Yuan and said.

"I understand, brother, don't worry."

After Fang Yuan brought Gu Bai and others to the position, a group of people sat down to watch the game.

The first battle was when Fang Han fought with a true disciple of a third-class sect.

Fang Han's strength is only in the fourth realm, but the purpose of the Martial Arts Conference is to find good young seedlings. All have two restrictions on participating, under the age of 40 and below the extreme realm.

These two restrictions have stuck many experts.

Among the remaining contestants, Fang Han is definitely a top-notch master.

There is really no suspense in this battle. The opponent is just a third-level warrior. Fang Han almost swept the opponent and surrendered in just three rounds.

"Good luck, win a small victory."

After Fang Han came back, he touched his head and smiled.

"Brother, don't be humble, you are a favorite to win the championship."

Fang Yuan looked at Fang Han with admiration.

"Hmph, what's so awesome, fight the five scumbags."

Zhao Xiaodie muttered unconvincedly.

Everyone around heard her words, but everyone tacitly chose to ignore it.

The next game will basically be a battle between warriors from the third and fourth level. Under the age of forty, there has not been a fifth level warrior.

These battles were meaningless in Gu Bai's eyes, but Concubine Zhao was interested in watching them.

"Xiaodie, after watching these games, have you gained anything?"

Concubine Zhao Xue said in a low voice.

"What's the point of pecking at each other? To be honest, what I want to see the most is the battle between my brother-in-law and that Qin Guanglie."

Zhao Xiaodie pouted and looked at Gu Bai.

Gu Bai pretended not to hear it.

...The knockout round lasted all day, and at dusk, it finally came to the finals.

Fang Han passed the hurdles and reached the finals.

His opponent is a disciple of Qingyun Sect, named Lu Yun, and both of them are in the fourth realm.

"Come on! Come on!"

As the two of them stood there, there was a burst of cheers all around them.

"please!"

Lu Yun clasped his fists with both hands, without any traces of ink, waved his fists, and rushed towards Fang Han in an instant.

His punch was extremely fast and aimed at Fang Han's face.

Fang Han's strength, speed, and reaction ability are a little worse than Lu Yun, but Fang Han has a very talented combat, and is the most rare thing to find the best offensive and defensive methods in the moment of fighting.

He looked solemn and had his hands on blocking Lu Yun's attack.

Lu Yun was blocked with a punch, and then made a second punch, and then a horizontal kick with his right leg. Although Fang Han could react, there was a difference in physical fitness between the two. Faced with high-frequency attacks, he quickly became in a hurry.

What made Fang Han the most difficult was that even if he blocked Lu Yun's attack, he would be injured, because the opponent's strength was too great, far exceeding the fourth-level warriors he had competed in the previous few games, and his arms were numb.

Fang Han's heart sank and said, "Oh no, I might be defeated this time."

But he did not give up and still struggled to support him, looking for opportunities to defend and counterattack.

"Come on, Lu Yun's left hook punch, flying leg, beautiful, beat him up!"

"Fang Han fights back. You are not a sandbag, you fight back."

The outsider was screaming like crazy after buying it.

"Xiaobai, who will win?"

Concubine Zhao Xue said curiously.

"That disciple of Qingyun Sect, his physical strength can still hold on to this high-intensity attack for ten minutes, but Fang Han couldn't hold on for even two minutes."

Gu Bai whispered.

Sure enough, as he said this, the winner was decided on the court.

Lu Yun punched Fang Han in the face, knocking him to the ground and unable to stand up.

"Senior Brother Lu, I admit defeat."

Fang Han smiled bitterly with a panda's eye.

When Lu Yun heard this, he clasped his fists again.

At this time, the referee came up and announced that Lu Yun was the champion of this martial arts conference.

"Lu Yun! Lu Yun! Lu Yun!"

Many people shouted the champion's name in the field.

The sound was so loud that it was deafening that Zhao Xiaodie looked unhappy.

Seeing Fang Han coming back in shame, Zhao Xiaodie mocked: "Why are you just defending but not attacking? Don't you know the reason why you will lose after a long period of time?"

"I want to attack too, but I can't make any moves. His attack frequency is too high."

Fang Han said helplessly.
To be continued...