274: Why don't you become my apprentice as an atonement?

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Xuan Yuan Potian truly lost!

He was truly defeated by Luo Qingtian, who was ten realms lower!

This result was unexpected by everyone, especially at this moment when they had just learned his true identity.

That sense of absurdity and astonishment was almost overflowing from their hearts.

"Potian! Potian!"

The loser would be automatically sent back below the stage.

Looking at Xuan Yuan Potian who appeared beside her legs, Wu Linglong, no matter how unwilling she was to believe it, had to face reality.

She shook him awake, then frowned tightly and said impatiently.

"How could you lose?!"

"It's obvious you were too careless! I told you to be serious and not underestimate your opponent, but what did you do? You acted like trash."

"Even if others don't despise you, I do. Get up! Don't be a disgrace here!"

The man beside her lost.

She felt a strong sense of humiliation, making her lose face in front of everyone. Hence, at this moment, she vented the dissatisfaction in her heart onto the "culprit" before her.

Xuan Yuan Potian had just woken up and was still a bit dazed.

But being treated with such a tone by this woman at this moment, his expression instantly became somewhat cold.

[You didn't expect the woman you like to be so sharp-tongued and harsh.]

[You don't plan to indulge her.]

[Decision—]

[A: Slap her a thousand times and see if she still acts crazy.]

[B: A gentleman uses his words, not his hands, argue with her.]

[C: Cry sadly.]

[D: Silently endure.]

A!

Swish—Slap!!

Xuan Yuan Potian didn't indulge her at all.

He swung a slap over!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed throughout the venue, causing countless people to widen their eyes again.

No!

This, this, this......

Wu Linglong's eyes widened in astonishment, her mouth agape as if she couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes.

But Xuan Yuan Potian didn't care about her emotions at all, he just sneered: "When is it your turn to evaluate me? If I don't teach you a lesson, won't you turn the world upside down in the future?"

With that said.

He moved his hands up and down, and instantly, thousands of arms materialized out of thin air.

"Let you taste my self-created, Thousand Illusory Slaps!"

Saying that, his right hand led the thousands of illusions and swung down forcefully!

The next moment!

The overlapping sounds of slaps resounded heavily in the now quiet arena, like countless thunderclaps exploding simultaneously in their ears.

Before everyone could discuss.

His other hand had already followed up.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap......!

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After these thousand slaps, Wu Linglong's cheeks had turned a ghastly red, like blood.

She stared blankly at Xuan Yuan Potian for a moment, then made a move that surprised everyone—she actually threw herself into Xuan Yuan Potian's arms instead!

"Potian~"

"I just love your rough look."

Everyone: "......"

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On the high platform.

Flame God Zhao Yan was not in the mood to watch any romance.

At this moment, his gaze swept back and forth between Luo Qingtian and Xuan Yuan Potian, a strong look of conflict appearing in his eyes.

'Xuan Yuan Potian actually lost to Luo Qingtian...'

All the guests present could see that while Luo Qingtian was excellent, he definitely hadn't reached the exaggerated level of winning against someone ten realms higher.

They even dared to say.

Against slightly more prominent experts of the twenty-fourth or twenty-fifth realm, Luo Qingtian didn't have much chance of winning.

But...

Who made the young people present, except for Xuan Yuan Potian, all have lower realms than him?

Zhao Yan shook his head.

His gaze swept across the entire venue again, and seeing that no one else was coming onto the stage to challenge, he felt frustrated and truly didn't want to declare Luo Qingtian's victory, so he looked at Xuan Yuan Potian and smiled: "Little Xuan Yuan, come up to the stage, let your Uncle Flame God take a look."

He had some connection with the Xuan Yuan clan.

Although not much, calling himself uncle was fine.

Hearing this.

Xuan Yuan Potian pushed away Wu Linglong, leaped into the air, and went onto the martial arts stage again.

"Hello, Uncle Flame God."

He respectfully bowed to Zhao Yan.

The previous winner, Luo Qingtian, was standing nearby, which made the situation a bit awkward for him.

"Hahaha, good, good, good."

Flame God Zhao Yan seemed to have completely ignored everything that had just happened, and with a cheerful smile, he flew down on flames, arriving in front of Xuan Yuan Potian—at this moment, it was as if Xuan Yuan Potian was the winner.

Luo Qingtian lowered his head, a hint of a wry smile flashing in his eyes.

"Potian, you're still so mischievous, coming here to cause trouble for my martial arts competition as soon as you arrive, aren't you? Hahaha."

Zhao Yan extended his finger and poked Xuan Yuan Potian's nose.

Attributing his previous defeat to a joke.

"Your ancestral cultivation method wasn't used, your divine demon battle body wasn't used, and you have a bunch of trump cards that you didn't use at all. Tsk tsk tsk, was it just to make way for my first place?"

"Hahaha, I'm telling you, I've seen through all your tricks."

Zhao Yan cordially took Xuan Yuan Potian's hand.

Staring at him intently like a rare treasure, with a benevolent smile on his face: "Since you came to interfere with my martial arts competition, you should apologize to me, right?"

"This... Yes!"

Xuan Yuan Potian didn't know what was in the other party's gourd.

However, he needed the other party's help now, so he could only go along with his words.

"Then why don't you become my disciple as an apology?"

After Zhao Yan finished speaking.

He added with a half-joking tone, smiling: "Ah? How about it? Hahahaha."

"No, no..."

"Really not? You came onto the stage, a thirty-second realm defeated by a twenty-second realm, who would believe that? In my opinion, it's settled!"

"This......"

[The other party actually wants to forcefully become your master.]

[Strong dissatisfaction arises in your heart.]

[So you decide—]

[A: Rebel against the heavens and become his master.]

[B: Immediately kneel down and call him master.]

[C: Refuse stiffly.]

[D: What's the point of being his master? Let him be my father!]

D!

Xuan Yuan Potian showed hesitation.

"What? Is this making you very difficult?" Flame God Zhao Yan's expression stiffened slightly.

In front of so many people, no one likes to be rejected.

"No."

Xuan Yuan Potian shook his head, his face showing sincerity: "To be honest, I... want to get closer to you."

As long as the relationship is closer.

Flame God will not only help this time but will continue to help in the future.

With this thought, Xuan Yuan Potian knelt down in public, raising his head, his eyes filled with sincere enthusiasm: "I think only a father-son relationship will be the most intimate between us."

"So—"

"I don't want to be your disciple, but I want to be your son!!"

The air within a hundred miles of Fang Yuan seemed to instantly quiet down.

Zhao Yan hadn't recovered and remained frozen in place.

Xuan Yuan Potian continued to speak: "If you don't want to be my father, that's fine too, we can call each other whatever we want."

"You call me disciple! I'll call you father!"

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