I just want to save people quietly

Chapter 489 Help You Win the Tournament
"Participation is the most important thing." The little fat man also knew that Bai Xiaozong was not good at fighting, and said with a wry smile. "Just come out and see for yourself, you can't be a frog in a well!"

It seems that Bai Xiaozong is quite self-aware, knowing that he can't win the martial arts competition, so he didn't give any hope.

But it's good to come out and see for a while, there must be such a prosperous age, not always.

"I heard that your disciples of Baixiaozong are richer. I don't know if it's true." Looking at the fat man in front of him, Zhao Yifan asked with a smile.

When Zhao Yifan asked this question, the little fat man didn't know how to answer it.

"Misinformation, misinformation." The little fat man smiled wryly and said.

"Really?" Zhao Yifan didn't really believe the little fat man's words. Looking at the fat man's fat body was the best proof. Zhao Yifan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile. "I don't know if you want to get a good ranking in the competition."

"How do you say that?" The little fat man asked a little puzzled.

"I can help you." Zhao Yifan said seriously. "How about it, are you interested?"

Zhao Yifan's words made the little fat man ponder for a moment, hesitated, and asked. "How are you going to help me?"

"Help you improve your strength and reduce your opponent's strength." Zhao Yifan said with a smile as he saw the little fat man's appearance and seemed a little interested. "One session, ten thousand-year-old herbs, the price is absolutely fair."

"Think about it carefully. Your Baixiaozong has always been weak and has been looked down upon by other sects. If you can get a good ranking this time, it can be regarded as a shame for Baixiaozong."

"It's a good deal to spend a few medicinal herbs, but it can help your Bai Xiaozong win the prestige."

Zhao Yifan's words were like a magic voice, deeply touching the little fat man's heart.

Although Bai Xiaozong is not good at fighting, he is good at collecting intelligence, so he has amassed a lot of wealth.

Although Bai Xiaozong is rich, he has always been looked down upon by other sects. This must be a world where the strong are respected.

Bai Xiaozong does not have strong strength, so it will naturally be seen clearly by various sects.

And this competition is to give each sect a chance to show their strength.

If he can get a good result in this competition, it will really give Bai Xiaozong a face.

I know my own strength, can I really get a good result with my own strength?The little fat man's heart was full of doubts.

"The medicinal materials are not a problem." The little fat man pondered for a while, and said to Zhao Yifan. "The key is can you really help me?"

"I dare not say anything else. In this arena, I can make you into the top ten. What do you think of such a result?" It seems that the little fat man has already agreed. This is a big family. Zhao Yifan doesn't want to miss it. He is full of confidence. Said.

To be in the top ten of a ring might not be a good result for other sects, but for the weak Bai Xiaozong, it is a good result.

It is indeed very tempting to make the little fat man, but the little fat man is not stupid. This kind of thing is not easy to talk about. It must be under the watchful eyes of everyone. It is not an easy thing to cheat.

"If you can really help me do it, the medicinal materials are not a problem." The little fat man nodded and said. "If I lose, you won't get a single medicinal herb."

"Don't worry, as a businessman, I am the most honest." Zhao Yifan said with a smile. "Just prepare the medicinal materials. By the way, what's your number."

"No. 38." The little fat man directly reported his number.

"Number 38?" Zhao Yifan looked at the order card of the competition, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked the little fat man again. "Your opponent is number 37, do you know who number 37 is?"

"I know." The little fat man nodded and said. "No. 37 is named Wu Zheng, and it's there."

Following the guidance of the little fat man, Zhao Yifan saw a young man not far away.

"Leave it to me, just wait here for my good news." Zhao Yifan gave the little fat man a reassuring look, and then walked forward.

After walking in front of Wu Zheng, Zhao Yifan stopped, glanced at Wu Zheng in front of him, and Zhao Yifan asked. "Are you Wu Zheng?"

"I am, what's the matter?" Wu Zheng looked back at Zhao Yifan and asked.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you a question." After finding the right person, Zhao Yifan said with a faint smile on his face. "How is your mother recently?"

Hearing Zhao Yifan's words, Wu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then his face suddenly became ugly.

"You dare to scold me." Staring at Zhao Yifan, Wu Zheng said angrily. "you wanna die."

Wu Zheng didn't seem to have a good temper, so he clenched his fists and hit Zhao Yifan directly.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zheng would do it as soon as he said he would do it. This little temper is too hot, but it is in line with Zhao Yifan's wishes.

Seeing Wu Zheng's punch, Zhao Yifan didn't back down.

After avoiding Wu Zheng's attack sideways, one came directly to Wu Zheng's side.

In Zhao Yifan's hand, an ice needle suddenly appeared. While no one noticed Zhao Yifan's movement, he flicked his finger, and the ice needle pierced Wu Zheng's waist directly.

It was like being pricked by a mosquito, but Wu Zheng didn't feel it.

"Go to hell." Wu Zheng was dazzled by anger long ago, he failed to succeed with a punch, Wu Zheng did not give up, and after retracting his fist, he slammed forward again.

Having achieved his goal, there is no need for Zhao Yifan to entangle with Wu Zheng.

He took a step back and distanced himself from Wu Zheng.

"Why did you attack me suddenly? What do you mean?" Zhao Yifan said with an angry expression.

"You still have the face to ask what you mean, dare to insult my mother, today I will beat you to death." Another punch missed, which made Wu Zheng very annoyed, and said angrily to Zhao Yifan.

"Whoever insulted your mother, don't talk nonsense." At this time, Zhao Yifan began to show his thick skin and said directly. "I'm just asking you, is your mother in good health recently? I didn't say anything else, what about you?"

"Could it be wrong to care about your mother's body?"

"What's wrong with you."

"How dare you say it, see if I don't beat you to death." Seeing that Zhao Yifan still dared to mention his mother, Wu Zhenghong said angrily with eyes wide open.

"Okay, don't make a fuss." This is the venue of the martial arts competition. It is not a trivial matter to fight here. It is very likely that you will be disqualified from the martial arts competition. Those friends of Wu Zheng stepped forward to stop Wu Zheng and persuaded him. "Calm down, you have to calm down."

Afterwards, these friends of Wu Zheng gave Zhao Yifan a vicious look, and said angrily. "Who are you! Did you pick things up on purpose, why don't you leave quickly."

"Just leave, what's the big deal." Zhao Yifan showed a displeased look, then Zhao Yifan turned his head and left.

After Zhao Yifan came back, the little fat man asked quickly. "What did you do?"

"Do you still need to ask? Of course it is to help you deal with your opponent." Zhao Yifan said directly after glancing at the little fat man.

"Deal with the opponent?" The little fat man was stunned for a moment. He had indeed seen that Wu Zheng seemed to have attacked Zhao Yifan just now. Then he thought of something, his face changed, and he hurriedly said to Zhao Yifan. "Do you know what you're doing?"

"It's a foul for you to do this. If the referee finds out, I will be disqualified from the competition."

I thought Zhao Yifan would help him in any way, but now it seems that Zhao Yifan seems to be doing a disservice to him.

The little fat man said to Zhao Yifan angrily. "You will not only harm me, but also yourself."

"It's not as serious as you imagined." Seeing the excited look on the little fat man's face, Zhao Yifan didn't care, and said calmly. "Even if they know, they have no proof."

"You must have seen it just now. I didn't make a move just now. It was Wu Zheng who took the initiative to attack me."

"Even if something happens, if you want to rely on it, you can't rely on me."

"Don't worry, you can rest assured that the competition will be fine. If anything happens, I will be there!"

Seeing Zhao Yifan's confident appearance, the little fat man was also very curious, wondering where Zhao Yifan's confidence came from.

And the little fat man has been observing from a distance, and he really didn't see Zhao Yifan's hands and feet. He didn't know what Zhao Yifan did, and he was very curious.

Soon it was the little fat man's turn to play. The little fat man took a look at Zhao Yifan and stepped into the ring.

After Wu Zheng stepped onto the ring, he sneered when he saw the little fat man in front of him.

Just now, Zhao Yifan was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. Now he can vent his anger on the little fat man in front of him.

"Boy, you are really unlucky." Looking at the little fat man in front of him, Wu Zheng sneered.

"What do you want to do?" The little fat man also found that Wu Zheng was like a volcano about to erupt at this time, looking very difficult to provoke, and asked weakly.

"What are you doing? That's a good question, of course I'm going to beat you up." Seeing that the little fat man was full of fat and should be very resistant to beating, Wu Zheng sneered again, and without talking nonsense to the little fat man, he directly clenched his fists and turned to the little fat man. rush away.

Seeing Wu Zheng's aura, the little fat man panicked and wanted to run away subconsciously.

"Don't be afraid of him, listen to me, hit him with all your strength, you can do it." At this time, Zhao Yifan shouted loudly from the audience.

Hearing Zhao Yifan's shout, the little fat man glanced at Zhao Yifan in the audience, although he didn't know what Zhao Yifan did just now.

Zhao Yifan is so confident, he should have something to rely on.

Although he didn't know what Zhao Yifan relied on, the little fat man still chose to trust Zhao Yifan.

Gritting his teeth, he threw his heart out, closed his eyes, and punched out with all his strength.

"boom"

There was only a sound of impact, and then I saw the little fat man's fist hit Wu Zheng's body.

Wu Zheng let out a scream, and then his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"This, how is this possible?" Wu Zheng flew directly to the ring, opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the little fat man standing on the ring, showing a look of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)