But this young man just agreed, so casually that he didn't even raise his eyelids.
While he was flattered, the string in his heart also became tense.
He stood up slowly, hugged his fists towards Fang Fan, the smile on his face faded a little, and changed to a more solemn look:
"Then please Pacifying-the-State King come with me. There is a Martial Arts Arena in the backyard. The place is spacious."
Fang Fan stood up, and Zhu Zhuqing followed suit.
She glanced at Huo Shan, said nothing, and just straightened Fang Fan's outer robe.
Ning Rongrong was still drunk, lying on the table and vaguely asked "Where are we going?" Huo Wu went over to help her and let her lean on his shoulders. The group of people left the main hall, passed through a moon gate, and reached the backyard.
This backyard is more than three times larger than the previous courtyard. It is paved with bluestone and surrounded by a circle of Fire Maple plants. There is a large open space in the middle. Circles of different depths are carved on the ground, like traces left by years of Soul Power agitation.
The moonlight shines through the gaps between the maple leaves and breaks into silver spots all over the ground.
Huo Shan walked to the center of the field, and Soul Ring rose slowly under his feet. Two yellows, two purples and four blacks, eight circles of Soul Ring, and the breath of level eighty-nine Soul Douluo spread in all directions like a heat wave.
His Martial Soul is a red Heavy Sword. The blade is broad and thick, and dark red fire patterns dance on the blade.
He held the sword with both hands and pushed it to the ground, and the temperature of the entire Martial Arts Arena jumped up.
Fire Maple The leaves were curled by the heat wave, and there was a burnt sweetness in the air.
Fang Fan walked to the opposite side of him and stood still.
He was not in a hurry to show Soul Ring. He took off the wine bottle and took a sip before passing the wine bottle to Zhu Zhuqing.
He moved his wrist, and the Soul Ring under his feet also slowly rose, six circles, three black and three red. As soon as the three red circles Soul Ring appeared, Huo Shan's pupils shrank.
He has lived for decades and has seen Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, but it belongs to someone else and he saw it from a long distance.
Now these six circles of Soul Ring were hanging in front of him, so black and so red that his eyes were burning. Just the fluctuations of Soul Power emitted made his chest feel tight.
Only then did he understand that the rumors were only vague.
"Please."
Fang Fan stood still and raised his chin towards him.
Still the same lazy look, still didn't flash Martial Soul, or even put on a posture.
But Huo Shan didn't dare to feel that he was being too much at this moment. He took a deep breath and tightened his hands on the hilt of the sword. The red fire pattern on Heavy Sword suddenly lit up, and a half-moon-shaped fire blade slashed towards Fang Fan.
He used 70% of his strength with this sword, which was both a test and a sign of respect.
Fang Fan didn't move.
When the fire blade arrived, he raised his left hand and flicked his index finger on the side of the fire blade.
The fire blade deflected, flew past his waist, and slashed at a Fire Maple tree behind him. A black crack was opened in the trunk of the tree, and it fell suddenly. Huo Shan's complexion changed, and he exerted force with his feet, and the second sword followed closely.
This sword was faster and heavier than the first sword. Flames spurted out from the sword, forming a Fire Snake in mid-air, and rushed towards Fang Fan with a mouth full of fangs.
Fang Fan still didn't hide, this time he stretched out two fingers and pinched the seven inches of Fire Snake.
Fire Snake seemed to have his lifeline strangled. After a few struggles, it scattered into sparks all over the sky, falling down one after another and landing on Fang Fan's white clothes without leaving even a scorch mark.
Huo Shan put away the sword.
He leaned Heavy Sword on the ground and took a few breaths, sweat already forming on his forehead.
He stared at Fang Fan, remained silent for a while, and then slowly clasped his fists, with a deep and sincere voice:
"Pacifying-the-State King is well-deserved. I lose."
He was convinced of his defeat.
He didn't even show off his Martial Soul, and his level 83 all-out offensive was negated by two moves.
He has never surrendered to anyone in his life, but today, he has surrendered to this young man.
Huo Shan took Heavy Sword back to the Martial Soul space, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and the collar of the scarlet brocade robe had been soaked dark with sweat.
He took two steps back and clasped his fists towards Fang Fan again. This time the movement was heavier than before at the city gate, and he almost bent down halfway.
"Pacifying-the-State King is well-deserved. I am convinced by my defeat."
He spoke frankly and without any reluctance. If he loses, he loses. He still has the courage of Huo Shan.
Huo Wu stood on the sidelines, holding on to the drunken Ning Rongrong with both hands, but her eyes were no longer on Ning Rongrong.
She stared at the figure in white in the center of the field, her red lips slightly open and not closed for a long time. Fang Fan didn't even light up Martial Soul, but with just two fingers, she scattered the Fire Snake that her father had chopped out with all his strength.
Who is her father? Blazing Fire City Lord, level 83 Soul Douluo, there is no second person stronger than him in Blazing Fire City.
She had watched her father compete with others since she was a child. He always suppressed others and beat them. She had never seen her father suppressed like this. But Fang Fan beat her father more easily than his father beat those challengers.
That lazy look, that unwillingness to put down the wine bottle, was like chasing away a buzzing mosquito.
Her heartbeat was very fast.
That handsome face had clear outlines in the moonlight. His white clothes were slightly blown by the night wind, and the corners of his clothes were rolled up with an indescribable sense of freedom.
She suddenly remembered the moment at Soul Fighting Arena when she flew off the stage and fell into his arms.
His arms held her waist firmly, the strength was neither light nor heavy, just right.
Her face was red at the time, and now that she thought about it, her face was even redder, as if she was being roasted by fire, and even her ears were burning. She quickly lowered her head and pretended to straighten Ning Rongrong's messy hair, but her peripheral vision couldn't help but drift towards Fang Fan.
Huo Wushuang stood on the other side, his eyes widened and he couldn't close his mouth. His whole figure looked like someone had tapped his body acupuncture points.
He had just watched Fang Fan demolish Feng Xiaotian's consecutive chops at Soul Fighting Arena, and he already felt that it was outrageous enough.
But his father is different.
His father is level 89 Soul Douluo, the backbone of Blazing Fire City. He has been pushed to the ground and beaten by his father since he was a child. After beating him for more than ten years, he has not even touched half of his father's strength.
But Fang Fan beat his father more easily than Feng Xiaotian.
He took a few breaths, and his chest was filled with the night wind. It was so cold that he shuddered before closing his mouth.
"Good boy..." He muttered in a low voice without even knowing what he was talking about.
Zhu Zhuqing stood on the sidelines with her hands folded in front of her chest. The moonlight fell on her cold face, illuminating the slightly raised corners of her mouth.
She watched Fang Fan walk back, his steps were not hurried or slow, and there were not even a single wrinkle on his white clothes.
That's how he is, no matter who he hits, he always looks like this.
It was like this when fighting Yu Yuanzhen, it was like this when fighting Qian Daoliu, it was like this when fighting Bibi Dong, and it was still like this when fighting an eighty-nine-level Soul Douluo. A hot thing surged in her heart, flowing along her blood veins to her limbs and bones.
She suddenly spoke, her voice not loud but clear, like ice falling on a porcelain plate. "You see, my husband is really awesome."
She spoke frankly and without any cover-up.
Ning Rongrong lay on her shoulder, raised his head drunkenly, mumbled "Yeah, awesome", and buried his face back again.