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After returning from the hospital, Yang Zixing suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Old Man Su is a respectable person, if he really lets him die like this, he will not be happy in his heart.

The current situation is no better, although he has lost a wishful pill, but at least he will not feel guilty, and he has also returned the favor of the Su family, which can be regarded as a great joy for everyone.

"Alas, the only pity is the Ruyi Dan, I don't know when I will be able to draw it again!" he sighed.

The randomness of the lottery system is too large, and the dense grid makes people dizzy at a glance, and it is impossible to see what prize each grid represents.

At the speed at which he is completing the task, the probability of him winning a similar item is almost zero from a probability point of view.

He was devastated by the result.

However, it's not entirely bad news, judging from the results of the current lottery, the lucky wheel is full of good things, who knows what surprises the next thing drawn can bring him?

Taking a step back, with his current medical skills, there are few incurable diseases, and the chances of using the Ruyi Pill are very rare.

After thinking about this, his mood slowly improved again.

In the next few days, he had been with Xiaowen all the time, and Su Jingyue came once, expressed her gratitude to him, and told him the truth of the matter.

When he learned that the incident that day was a play performed by three women, he suddenly cried and laughed.

Then, he told Su Jingyue that even if there was no scene, he would go to the hospital to save people, which immediately made Su Jingyue depressed.

Taking advantage of his free time, he specially invited Lu Wanqing to come over and made a big meal for her, which was regarded as fulfilling his previous promise.

After staying at home for a few days, Yang Zixing was thinking about taking Xiaowen out to have a good time, and at this time, he happened to receive an invitation from someone sent by Qiao Zheng, inviting him to watch a martial arts competition.

Yang Zixing didn't have much interest in this kind of violent activity, but Xiaowen looked interested, and he could only participate with an invitation.

"Is there really a martial art? Isn't it said on the Internet that traditional martial arts are all lies?" Xiaowen asked curiously.

Yang Zixing explained: "Traditional martial arts are no worse than any kind of fighting techniques now, and the reason why they have fallen is because the requirements for entry are too high, and it takes more than ten or twenty years of practice to reach Xiaocheng, and if you want to reach the realm of Dacheng, you must go through real battles." There is no corresponding environment, and now people's hearts are impetuous, some people have learned some fur, and they come out to show off their skills, and it is natural to be hanged and beaten.

Xiaowen said: "It's the head of the way, as if you are a martial arts master."

"I was still discovered by you, I am really a martial arts master. Yang Zixing confessed.

Xiaowen glanced at him, saw his calm appearance, nodded seriously, and was about to say "I believe", but the next moment he couldn't help laughing.

"You pretend to be too similar, people who don't know will really be bluffed by you, you said that you will practice for more than ten or twenty years, why have I never seen you practice?"

Yang Zixing pouted: "That's an ordinary person, I'm different, I'm talented, I learned it in three days, and I've just reached the realm of Dacheng, and I haven't met an opponent yet!"

Xiaowen was amused by him, and kept hammering his chest: "If you are a martial arts master, then I am ...... Well, the heroine who hoes the strong and helps the weak, the second master of martial arts......

""I'm really a martial arts master, I don't believe you can test me!" "

How can you take the test like this?"

"...... Well, you come to challenge me and see if you can defeat me......

" "I couldn't beat you in the first place!"

The two fought for a while, and soon came to the address on the invitation, and Yang Zixing parked the car aside.

"Where's the tournament? Isn't this a bar?" he asked, glancing at the address on the invitation.

was about to call Qiao Zheng and ask him what he was doing, when a figure walked by in front of him, and he felt a sense of familiarity inexplicably.

"Huazi?" he shouted softly.

The figure suddenly stopped, turned around, and after being stunned for a moment, he said in surprise: "

Zixing, why are you here?" "I still have to ask you, when did you come back?" Yang Zixing complained.

The person in front of him is his best friend in college, Ding Wenhua.

After graduating from college, the two separated, Yang Zixing stayed in Xinghai City, while he went to other provinces, and then Yang Zixing fell for two years and had no much contact with him.

"I just came back today!" Ding Wenhua said, only then did he notice that there was another person next to him, "Nie Xiaowen?"

Looking at the intimate posture of the two, he immediately understood, and sighed: "When I was in college, I found that you were a good match, and I always felt sorry for Zixing, but I didn't expect you to come together in the end, congratulations!"