Chapter 38 You actually want to kill me!

Under the stage, a middle-aged man who looked to be only in his mid-thirties crossed his arms and watched Fang Che walk away.

He smiled softly: "This kid is a bit interesting."

Fang Che went all the way to the academic office and handed in the application form for housing outside the hospital.

Inside was a bald old man, who looked up in surprise: "You bought a house next to the martial arts academy?"

He lowered his head and took another look, and immediately said: "Fang Che?"

He raised his head and said, "Master Fang from Bibo City?"

Then: "Young Master Yi Boyun Tianfang?"

Finally: "No wonder you are so rich, no wonder, no wonder, approved."

Duang!

Put a stamp on it.

Fang Che felt dumbfounded when he received the approval letter.

This bald old man's yin and yang aura has simply reached a very awesome level.

But Fang Che was not angry.

This old man has a good outlook on life. He cannot treat people as enemies just because they ridicule him.

Now that the matter is done, just say a few words if you are told a few words. Who makes you the villain now?

Shi Shiran went home.

It shouldn't be too late to practice for two hours, take a nap, and train Ye Meng again, and then come back in the afternoon.

Fang Che left.

But the people on the other side of the arena were still noisy and lively.

From time to time, cheers rang out from the audience, indicating that the person he had bet on had won.

It is worth mentioning that in this first game, everyone basically bet on the top three or six. Generally, there will be no mistakes, and some people actually screamed.

This guy has a bunch of hair on his face and is thin and dry. Because he lost too much in previous years, he bet on the ninth place, um, the lucky number for his birthday, hoping to upset him.

As a result, the ninth guy was originally pretty good, but he was so unlucky that he bumped into Ding Juran in the first round of the draw. With one move, he was beaten so hard that he vomited blood and rolled off the ring.

So there was a sad person below who went around bowing and borrowing credits, but unfortunately, no one borrowed them.

Wherever he went, he avoided him like the god of plague.

A solitary tuft of hair looks desolate among the crowd.

…

And Fang Che's performance aroused heated discussion.

Many people who were holding on to their points and waiting to see what happened gave up on Fang Che and chose someone else instead.

Because although Fang Che won the first game very quickly, and it was against bare hands, everyone could see that although Fang Che seemed to be much stronger than Lin Ziqing, compared to those who won cleanly and neatly in the ring now, there were still some

Not as good as that.

Moreover, a lot of Fang Che's victory was due to psychological factors - his poisonous mouth made his opponent angry.

Therefore, Fang Che's support rate dropped significantly.

Of course, there is also a wave of good-looking girls who don’t care about points and resolutely put their points on Fang Che!

"Winning or losing doesn't matter, just for the sake of this prosperous appearance, it's worth losing!"

It has to be said that there are not a few girls who are completely obsessed with sex.

The main thing is to play!

Hey, just playing.

What are the points? Dog lickers have plenty of them!

…

In the ring, they were fighting against each other, and Fang Che guessed well.

When he came slowly in the afternoon, he had only hit the forty-fifth pair, and there were still five pairs left to finish.

Fang Qingyun was waiting for him with a huge team. Compared with the previous day, the team was obviously much larger, with several more beauties added.

"Cousin, why did you run away? I went around the ring looking for you eight times!"

Fang Qingyun was a little angry: "This is such an important game for you, and you didn't stay at the scene to see the strength of others? How could you take it so lightly?"

"Isn't this cousin, are you here?"

Fang Che smiled: "You must have recorded all the news for me."

Fang Qingyun snorted and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve: "These are the winners of all previous battles. We analyzed them together."

Fang Che took it over and took a look, oh!

So detailed.

Name, age, weapons, estimated cultivation level, combat characteristics, combat style, ranking in the battle, victory time. Then brackets, suspicion of hidden strength...and so on...

“So detailed!”

Fang Che took a quick look and saw that there were actually six people here, all of whom had won with one move.

Effortless to the extreme.

And these six people are now the six with the highest support rates!

When the fire first burns, Ding Jingran, above the autumn clouds, Xie Gongping, Mo Ganyun, Ximen Rising Sun.

"It's basically as I guessed."

Fang Che looked at these six names.

In other words, these six people are the least exposed and have the highest support rate, especially Huo Churan and Qiu Yunshang, whose bets have exceeded 20,000!

"How many people are beating me to win the championship now?" Fang Che asked.

"I don't know how many people there are, but the points weighing on you are 7,300, ranking seventh!"

Fang Qingyun sighed.

"Why so many?"

"These are all points for appearance." One of the girls with big eyes said with a smile: "I bet 18 points on you. Who made our cousin handsome?"

"..."

Fang Che was speechless. He thought his approval rating had dropped, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

It can be seen that this world of looking at faces has no cure.

"It seems that we need to keep a low profile. We will complete Huang Yifan's mission first and then focus on deceiving people."

Fang Che made up his mind: "As long as we can win, let's talk about the rest..."

Four rounds completed.

Fifty people were promoted.

Draw lots again.

Fang Che is still No. 1, the first one to draw.

Take it out and take a look.

I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

The target is matched so early: Ximen Rising Sun!

Fang Che immediately remembered the keywords: hidden weapon, red blood snake!

But the information Sun Yuan gave him showed that he was an eighth-grade warrior.

But I don’t believe it at all; an eighth-grade warrior would never be able to kill monsters and grab points among so many people to get as high as seventh place!

This guy is also an old yin!

The two people stood facing each other on the stage.

"Classmate Fang." Ximen Xuri is dressed in white. He looks very handsome, with fair skin, tall figure, neither fat nor thin, and has a good temperament.

Although his face is longer, it is still not a horse face, at most it is a donkey face.

He obviously knows how to hide his weaknesses. He tucks his chin slightly and nods gracefully: "It's unexpected that I met you this round. I'm sorry. In this real battle, there are really no tricks."

The implication is obviously a satire on Fang Che's trickery to get first place.

Fang Che smiled kindly: "What Ximen said is that it's no wonder that he can get the seventh place. His strength is indeed extraordinary."

Ximen Xuri's face slowly darkened, and he said calmly: "Fang Che, does your name mean that you have completely lost?"
To be continued...