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Chapter 1023 You Are Not His Match
"It seems that the battle between Qian Buqi and Lin Canghai is inevitable, and it will last forever."

Long Ao also kept shaking his head with a sigh.

"Hehe, I can't see that if you don't die, it's true that someone has to be cut into pieces."

Tang Ming laughed strangely.

"Don't worry, after all, I feel ashamed of him for this matter. I won't kill him. At most, I will teach him a lesson."

Lin Canghai nodded solemnly and raised his fist: "Although they are all six-star martial artists, after seven days of special training, I am much stronger than ordinary six-star martial artists."

"Idiot, I said the person who was cut into pieces was you."

Tang Ming rolled his eyes, Lin Canghai really didn't have any self-knowledge.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Canghai froze for a moment, then looked at Tang Ming speechlessly: "Are you so unconfident in me?"

"What else? Do you really think it's just a coincidence that Qian Bujun was able to achieve better results than Long Ao and Zhao Tianba in the competition of quick defeat and strength?"

Tang Ming asked inquiringly.

Hearing this, Long Ao and the others changed their expressions slightly, and Lin Canghai's expression also turned serious.

"Team leader Tang means that the unevenness of money hides cultivation?"

After a while, Long Ao stared at Tang Ming, and asked uncertainly.

"Yes, and this guy's cultivation should be stronger than that of Brother Long and Zhao Tianba, otherwise it would be impossible for him to achieve such excellent results in the quick and explosive competition."

Tang Ming nodded resolutely, and looked at Lin Canghai sympathetically: "He obviously came prepared, but you foolishly agreed to compete with him, you just wait to be killed."

"No, it's not that exaggerated, is it?"

Lin Canghai swallowed his saliva. If the unevenness of money really hides his cultivation, then he will be cheated miserably.

"Anyway, I've said everything I need to say. As for tomorrow's game, you can decide for yourself."

Tang Ming picked his teeth, got up and walked out: "I'm full, I'm going to go back to sleep and prepare for tomorrow's heads-up competition."

"Brother Lin, Team Leader Tang doesn't seem to be joking, and according to the previous competition results, Qian Bujun is definitely a seven-star martial artist, and it is very likely that he is already a seven-star peak."

Long Ao looked at Lin Canghai solemnly, and solemnly reminded: "You must not be arrogant, otherwise you will be the one who suffers."

"Yes, yes, for a woman, there is no need to risk your own life."

Wu Xiaoyu also nodded repeatedly, "From a woman's point of view, your girlfriend will definitely not want you to work hard for her and the uneven money."

"Let me calm myself down."

Lin Canghai shook his head with a gloomy face, then got up and walked out.

Long Ao and Wu Xiaoyu looked at each other helplessly, it seemed that this was also a difficult decision for Lin Canghai.

He has already agreed to a decisive battle, and if he retreats before the battle, Lin Canghai will not only be ridiculed for treachery, but he may not even be able to hold his head up in front of uneven money in the future.

But if they fight, according to what Tang Ming said, the uneven money will definitely kill Lin Canghai.

After dinner, the contestants return to their respective rooms to rest.

The family leaders of the dark group's faction gathered together to eat and drink. This year's competition has reached this point, which is beyond their expectations. After so many years, the dark group finally has a chance to feel proud.

A group of people from the dark group faction gathered together and sighed.

"Fu Tianyou, how do you do things?"

Zhao Jincheng looked at the drunk Fu Tianyou with a displeased face: "I asked you to find a chance to kill that Tang Xin. It has been three days, why is there no result at all?"

"That's right, the Ming group is the organizer of this martial arts competition, shouldn't it be easy to kill a contestant?"

Qian Weiguo also blamed Fu Tianyou.

"It's easy for you to say, don't you see the various assassination methods I set up?"

Fu Tianyou said angrily: "Who would have thought that Tang Xin was an eight-star martial artist, and even a seven-star martial artist couldn't kill him by attacking his head."

"Tang Xin is an eight-star martial artist?"

Hearing this, the group of people were stunned.

"Sha Tongliang told me this personally after he left the scene."

Fu Tianyou nodded, and said with a clear expression: "That Sha Tongliang is the seven-star martial artist I arranged, and he is also proficient in iron fist. If Tang Xin was just an ordinary seven-star martial artist, he would have been beaten to death long ago."

"He's actually an eight-star martial artist."

Wan Changfa, who had not spoken all this time, immediately became serious.

"Brother Wan, we must protest this matter, otherwise Wan Yong will be in danger."

Fu Tianbao quickly looked at Wan Changfa, and reminded worriedly: "No matter how powerful Nephew Wan Yong is, he is only a seven-star martial artist after all. It is really too much for him to fight against an eight-star martial artist."

"Yes, yes, the rest of the Ming Group faction has no hope of winning the championship. If Nephew Wan Yong loses again, then we will be out of business this year."

Zhao Jincheng also quickly raised concerns.

"Accident, this is really a surprise."

Wan Changfa squinted his eyes, and said coldly: "I really didn't expect the people in the secret group to play this trick. It's really disgusting."

"Brother, now is not the time to praise the dark team, but to figure out how to keep our bright team's victory."

Fu Tianbao reminded anxiously.

"The matter has come to this, what else can we think of?"

Wan Changfa narrowed his eyes and asked back.

"Of course expose Tang Xin's true cultivation and then eliminate him. As long as we can eliminate him, then this year's No.1 will definitely belong to our Ming team."

Zhao Jincheng immediately put forward his opinion.

"Yes, yes, we must find a way to get Tang Xin out, otherwise we will be in disaster."

Fu Tianbao also nodded repeatedly.

"Hehe, stupid."

Wan Changfa snorted coldly, squinted his eyes and said, "Even if Tang Xin is found to be an eight-star martial artist, he can still be said to have broken through in these three days. What can you do?"

"This……"

Everyone was at a loss for words, and no one could say for sure about the cultivation level. Since the staff failed to check out the person's real cultivation level when they signed up, it would be useless to say anything later.

"Don't worry, the No.1 of this year's martial arts competition is definitely our Ming group, because the person participating in the competition is my son Wan Yong."

Wan Changfa smiled confidently.

Seeing Wan Changfa's confidence, Fu Tianbao and others became suspicious and stared at Wan Changfa in disbelief: "Could it be that Wan Yong..."

"Hehe, I still want to say hello to Wan Yong in advance, lest he underestimate the enemy and lose the game."

Wan Changfa didn't answer, but looked at Fu Tianyou with a smile.

"Theoretically, players are not allowed to get in touch with the outside world, but it's okay for Brother Wan to talk to Wan Yong!"

Fu Tianyou nodded, and immediately went down to make arrangements.

(End of this chapter)