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Just as he tried to use his strength again, Leng Feishuang's hand suddenly loosened, and the man consecutively retreated a few steps, before finally falling back onto the ground. As he was retreating, he bumped into several people.

In the end, without even thinking about it, the man was beaten up by a few people before being thrown out of the fighting stage. He landed heavily on the ground, got up, and glared at Leng Fei fiercely with a swollen face.

Leng Fei waved at him with a smile, he had underestimated his opponent, he could not be deceived by his appearance, the more harmless he was, the more dangerous it would be.

The manly man was so angry that his head tilted to the side as he fainted. Very quickly, two soldiers came up to carry him away.

Leng Feishuang looked at the decreasing number of people on the stage. Looking at the number of people on the stage, he estimated that there were only about a hundred people left. Just the preliminary competition alone had eliminated more than four hundred people.

"Clang …" Clang … "Clang …" At this moment, the bell outside rang, and everyone on the stage revealed a happy expression. At the same time, they let out a sigh of relief. They had finally survived the preliminary competition.

The man in white was still smiling as he stepped onto the stage, "Congratulations everyone, you have successfully passed the preliminaries. Please come tomorrow at this hour to participate in the second round."

Just as the white-clothed man finished speaking, a person walked forward from the crowd. It was Leng Feixue. He pointed at Leng Feixue and said, "Honored Holy Envoy, this person had not even fought before. Shouldn't he eliminate her?"

The moment Leng Feixue's words came out, the people on the stage looked at him strangely, while the Holy Envoy looked at him, "There is no rule governing this, as long as you stay on the stage, you will win. Well, after drawing the lots, the two who draw the same lot will be your opponent tomorrow." After speaking, the Holy Envoy waved his hand, and two children in white clothes stepped forward, both of them holding round sticks in their hands.

Leng Feixue hurriedly walked forward and was the first to draw a lot, "I am number nineteen." After saying that, she waved her hand towards the crowd.

The second was Leng Hanyi, who drew number forty-eight, followed by everyone else. Everyone was looking for their opponents, and Leng Feishuang was the last one to draw as he looked at the number in his hand: 99. He smiled and went to the registration place to write down his number.

Leng Feixue had just left when Leng Feixue hurriedly walked up to take a look behind him. With a "pa" sound, the child closed the book and left with it without even looking at Leng Feixue.

Leng Feixue was extremely furious. What sort of attitude was this? However, he did not dare to say anything. He hatefully glared at the little boy and left.

Leng Feishuang was amused by the child's cold demeanor. Ai, she's already so young, how can she find a wife when she grows up?

At this moment, Jing Fei walked over and said, "Fei Shuang, you're really handsome today." After he finished speaking, he looked at her with an exaggerated expression.

The corner of Leng Fei's mouth twitched. She didn't seem to have done anything today, right? "Let's go. Big Sis will treat you to a meal today."

Jing Fei laughed deeply, "How can I not go? I'll go say goodbye to father." With that, he ran off.

Leng Fei stood in place, but at this moment, Leng Ning walked over again. "Fourth Sister, congratulations!"

"You're too courteous," Leng Feishuang also said with a smile. Those who did not know about this, would think that they were really good sisters.

"Fourth sister, my master wants to treat you to a cup of tea. He specifically told me to call for you, let's go quickly," Leng Ning said with a smile.

Leng Wufei really wanted to laugh a few times. Where did Leng Ning get her confidence from, it was just a mere outer court elder, not to mention an elder, even if their Holy Lord came to invite her, she still had to look at her mood, "I'm really sorry, this princess has already made an appointment with the Ninth Prince. If you don't mind, let's go together."

"Since Fourth Sister has already made an appointment, then I will go back and ask for the next time." After speaking, he did not wait for Leng Fei Shuang to speak and hurriedly left, afraid that Leng Fei Shuang might really follow him.

Leng Wufei slightly curled his lips. Playing with her. If she didn't play with them until they were dead, then the Demon God Flower contained a tremendous amount of power. Even if she wanted to give it to them, perhaps Di Wuxiang wouldn't be able to tolerate them.

At this moment, Jing Fei walked over and patted Leng Fei's shoulders, "Alright, let's go. I know of the few new dishes that have been ordered by Xuan, and I heard that they are extremely delicious."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go." Leng Fei and his companion said with a weird smile.

In front of the door to the pavilion, Leng Feishuang stood there. The pavilion had been open for many days, and it looked like business was going well. Leng Feishuang thought for a moment before walking in.

"Hey, didn't we go to the Treasure Pavilion? Why are you here?" Jing Fei said in a low voice, but then he thought about it. After all, Fei Shuang was a girl. It was normal for him to like these.

Leng Feishuang walked into the store and looked around. Seeing Leng Feishuang, Mother Yan at the counter wanted to rush up to welcome him, but Leng Feishuang secretly gave him a look before retreating.

Leng Feishuang walked in front of a bright red dress. 'Hmm, this ancient man's cooking skills are pretty good. He actually reduced her blueprint by at least 90%.

Jing Fei, who was behind them, saw Leng Fei's pair of eyes looking at the red dress for a very long time.