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Situ Feng didn't quite understand what he was saying in the first place, but after listening to Xie Yuantang's explanation, he actually thought that Jia Yan wanted to be Xie Yuantang's stepfather, and looked at Xie Yuantang in surprise:

"So he wants to be your stepfather. I almost thought he wanted to snatch the fifth brother from the emperor!"

Situ Xu: “…” Maybe that’s what he meant?

Situ Ran turned his eyes slightly and looked at Situ Yan: "Fifth brother, what do you think about Master Jia Yan wanting to be your father-in-law?"

Situ Yan smiled and glanced at Jia Yan: "There are many people who want to be my father-in-law. Master, you have to be careful. The competition is fierce, but..."

He paused, shook the banknote and said, "Since the master gave us money, we will cheer for you."

Jia Yan: “…”

Sitting opposite, Wu Chen was laughing so hard that her tassel veil was almost falling off.

He had never seen Jia Yan so humiliated before!

I thought Jiayan's visit would disturb everyone, but now it seems...

Wu Chen's gaze fell on Xie Yuantang. This little girl always seemed to give people unexpected surprises!

Jia Yan took a deep breath, put his hands together, and slowly said: "Amitabha, good, good."

He shook his head and smiled, "It seems that I have brought trouble upon myself."

Xie Yuantang leaned back in his chair, eating the grapes that Situ Yan had peeled, and smiled with his eyes narrowed.

She didn't care about Jiayan's purpose, but she would not allow Jiayan to bully the people she cared about.

She had no right to interfere with the grudges of the previous generation, but as far as she was concerned, Jiayan was just a stranger, while Situ Qing had always protected her old father. Of course, she couldn't just watch her old father cough because of someone's anger.

Situ Qing was no longer angry. He straightened his back and sat on the dragon chair, looking down at Jia Yan: "Tell me, what is your purpose?"

Jia Yan paused and said, "It's not a purpose. I just hope to cooperate with your country."

Situ Qing snorted coldly: "Are you qualified to discuss cooperation with me? Why do you think I will agree?"

Jia Yan was not angry, but pointed at the five people around him and said, "They are all my Qingyao warriors. Isn't Master Situ going to start the third group battle? Why not use this competition to see who is stronger, Xuanzhao's warriors or Qingyao's warriors."

Wu Chen frowned and snorted coldly: "Are you too conceited, Buddhist? The winner of the third competition will definitely be someone from my Cang Que!"

Jia Yan still stood there calmly: "You will know after the competition."

Situ Qing sneered disdainfully: "Why should I compete with you?"

Jia Yan looked at him and said only one sentence: "Are you scared?"

It’s a very simple method of provoking someone, but it always works when used on your love rival!

The emperor was so excited that his expression changed immediately:

"Would I be afraid of you? Jiayan, you bald ass..."

"Ahem... Your Majesty, please watch your words!" Qu Pei on the side hurriedly reminded in a low voice.

Situ Qing took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth: "How can we, Xuanzhao, a great country, be afraid of fighting!"

"Let's compete, Mo'er!"

Situ Qing pointed at Situ Mo and ordered him in a deep voice: "You go, you can only win, you can't lose, do you hear me?"

Situ Mo knelt on one knee and saluted: "Your son obeys your order."

On the other side, Wu Chen also stood up and looked at the five people who were eliminated from the third game of Cang Que: "Don't embarrass me, Cang Que!"

"Don't worry, Princess. We will win!"

Although Shi Yi and the other five people following behind Jia Yan did not say anything, their stern and upright postures clearly showed that they were confident.

It was originally just a friendly match between the two countries, but now with Qing Yao's joining, sparks suddenly flew.

Everyone was excited and waiting to watch this competition.

Xie Yuantang's eyes swept over the fifteen people and finally fell on Leng Yunting.

She doesn’t care about other people, and doesn’t care about winning or losing, but her second uncle must not get hurt!

After thinking for a while, Xie Yuantang whispered to Situ Yan: "Husband, wait here for me. I'm going to talk to my second uncle."

After saying that, he stood up from the chair, trotted down the stands, and came to Leng Yunting.

"Second uncle."

Leng Yunting looked at the little man who ran up to him in surprise: "Yuan Tang, why are you here?"

Xie Yuantang smiled, waved his hand and asked him to bend down, and whispered in his ear: "Second Uncle, you must be careful. Not only must you pay attention to the enemy, but you must also be on guard against your own people."

Leng Yunting was stunned for a moment, then he touched her head with his big hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, girl. Your second uncle fought on the battlefield. I know everything you said."

The battlefield has no eyes. As long as you are in it, there may be enemies on all sides of you. Leng Yunting understands this better than anyone else.

Besides, the five people on their side were not in the same camp. He was not stupid and knew what his niece meant.

Seeing a little girl like Xie Yuantang standing here, the old man Ma Wenshan, who had been busy grabbing her pigtails these days, immediately frowned, squeezed over from a distance, and said righteously: "Little Princess, this is not the place for you to come. As a woman, you should be on the stands at this moment."

"Please be aware of your identity and don't lose face for Xuan Zhao!"

Xie Yuantang turned around and looked at him: "Who are you?"

Ma Wenshan: "…I, your old minister, Ma Wenshan, am here to rectify the unhealthy trends in the court and the country by order of your majesty. Little imperial concubine, you…"

Xie Yuantang remembered that this old man was the one who gave Situ Qing a headache.

She waved her hand and said, "I understand, Grandpa Ma. I'll leave right away."

Ma Wenshan frowned again: "I am not your grandfather, and you cannot call me grandfather. Please leave as soon as possible, Princess..."

Xie Yuantang rolled his eyes and wanted to say a few more words to Leng Yunting, but suddenly he heard Jia Yan's voice over there:

"Qing Yao suddenly disrupted the competition. To compensate, I will give out a thousand-year-old stone moss lotus and a sacred tree as prizes for the winner of this competition."

As soon as the three words "Stone Moss Lotus" came out, Xie Yuantang's eyes suddenly lit up.

At the same time, her portable research room suddenly buzzed, and Bai Lang's voice came to her ears: "The stone moss lotus can be used to make nutrient solution, quickly take it!"

Xie Yuantang knew it without him reminding her. She rolled her eyes and said, "Second uncle, you..."

Just as I was thinking of an idea, I suddenly saw the sacred wood that Jiayan took out.

It was a foot-long piece of lightning-struck wood.

"Fuck!"

Bai Lang was even more excited now: "Xie Yuantang, Senior, hurry up, I need this lightning wood! Hurry and win it for me!"

At the same time, the military officer announced: "Please invite fifteen warriors to come on stage!"

The first to come on stage were the five people from Cang Que.

Next are Qingyao’s five monks.

Walking last were Xuan Zhao's five men.

Situ Mo was first, followed by Leng Yunting, Shen Cen...

Just when the last two masters were about to go up, Bai Lang from the laboratory suddenly threw a stone in the air, hitting Xie Yuantang's head with a "buzzing" sound, and he fell directly on the stage!

Not only that, she subconsciously pulled 68-year-old Ma Wenshan onto the stage...