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Zhang Xiaofan looked at Su Hao speechlessly, only felt that there was no sincerity, just treating him like a child to play with.

"Okay, Xiao Fan, it's back to normal, and everyone doesn't have to worry about you anymore."

Su Hao looked at Zhang Xiaofan and said.

"That... everyone is worried about me?"

Zhang Xiaofan asked in surprise.

"Yes, because your recent performance is particularly obvious, and you can tell that there is a problem at a glance, so everyone is worried about you. Now that you are well, there is no need to worry about you."

Su Hao said with a smile.

"I'm going to thank everyone."

Zhang Xiaofan said.

"It's time to thank everyone well."

Su Hao said.

"I'm going right now."

After Zhang Xiaofan said this, he ran out.

Su Hao smiled and said nothing, he didn't plan to join in the fun with the past, because there was nothing to see.

Time flies by.

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye, Du Bishu, the sixth disciple of Dazhu Peak, had reached the realm of repelling objects, and could go down the mountain to find materials for making magic weapons.

The work of the kitchen was also handed over to Zhang Xiaofan.

For this, Zhang Xiaofan is also very happy.

Everyone was also quite satisfied with the meals Zhang Xiaofan made.

Zhang Xiaofan has mastered cooking skills without a teacher, but his cultivation is still mediocre, there is nothing outstanding about it.

This gave Zhang Xiaofan a headache.

Seeing that the Qimai Martial Arts Competition is coming.

There is a strong atmosphere of preparations on Dazhu Peak.

From top to bottom, no one is not working hard... Oh no, there is one exception.

Su Hao continued to be a salted fish, and did not intend to participate in the Qimai martial arts competition.

This thing has no meaning at all.

What's more, if he goes to participate, what should Zhang Xiaofan do?

There is no longer a little senior sister who has a crush on him, if there is no iceberg goddess who has a crush on him...

Well, Zhang Xiaofan cannot be made too pitiful.

"Brother Hao, the Qimai Martial Arts Competition is coming, why don't you look worried at all?"

Zhang Xiaofan hesitated for a while, and finally looked at Su Hao and asked.

"I don't need to participate in the Qimai Martial Arts Competition, so of course I don't have to worry about it. What I need to worry about is those of you who participated."

Su Hao said.

"Brother Hao, what you said is reasonable, but can I ask you to be more tactful?"

Zhang Xiaofan said depressedly.

"Well, next time I will try to be more tactful, so as not to hurt your self-confidence."

Su Hao said with a smile.

"Brother Hao, you don't need to say it."

Zhang Xiaofan complained.

"Aren't I worried that you won't hear me?"

Su Hao said.

"Brother Hao, I can hear what I can hear all the time. You don't have to worry about me."

Zhang Xiaofan spoke immediately.

"Xiaofan, look at what you said, can't I worry about you?"

Su Hao asked back.

"No, I, I..."

Zhang Xiaofan spoke incoherently, he didn't know what to say, he was out of shape.

"Okay, Xiaofan, I know what you want to say, let me tell you directly, you want to participate in the Qimai Martial Arts Competition, but your strength is really not enough, you have to work hard to cultivate."

Su Hao said earnestly.