Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Although the third game was a two-on-two contest and the scene wasn't as spectacular, it was the most exciting match, with each side fielding their best players, often dazzling the audience.

The city lord of the mountain city appeared at the arena with his entourage, accompanied by several men dressed in black, all with sharp eyes and cold expressions.

"Master?"

Lin Xiaomei stared at the men in black with a hint of panic, her expression rather unpleasant.

"Lotus Palace is indeed going to help Mountain City!" Lin Ping glared, but he wasn't flustered. He had even guessed this would be the outcome.

"I can't beat Feng Wuhua," Jiang Yunying said, shaking her head, feeling an indescribable sense of loss.

There were six men in black on the other side, five of whom were innocent and one was cunning. If they sent five of them to participate in the competition, they would have no chance of winning. Even Jiang Yunying might be defeated.

"Don't worry, my wife. Feng Wuhua is no match for you. Your opponent is my little sister's senior brother," Lin Ping said confidently, as if he had arranged the entire competition.

In fact, Lin Ping was also worried. If the five people sent by the Mountain City Lord were all experts from the Lotus Palace, he really wouldn't have any way to deal with them. However, he believed that the other party would have some sense of shame and at least let Lian Ping, Lian Bai and others go on stage to show their skills, since these two were also experts.

Wu Xin walked over with a lewd smile, carrying a large wooden box in one hand, and explained the rules in detail.

Both sides draw lots, each writing down the names of the five players they want to send on bamboo sticks, putting them into a wooden box, and then assigning one person to choose their opponent.

In other words, the two players who play each day are selected entirely on short notice.

Before long, both sides placed their bamboo sticks into wooden boxes, and after Wu Xin shuffled them, they began to choose their opponents.

"I'll go first," the city lord of the mountain city said arrogantly, casually taking out a bamboo stick from the wooden box, on which were written the three small characters "can't beat them".

"If you can't beat them, then step in!" Wu Xin shouted, feeling that the name was rather awkward.

"Kid, do your best, and I'll pick the weakest enemy for you!" Jiang Xiuwen said, patting Ga Buhao on the shoulder.

He was already somewhat weak, and with the endless training yesterday, it was already difficult for him to stand up. This slap sent him sprawling to the ground.

"Hahaha, they lost before they even started!" Upon seeing this, everyone burst into laughter, feeling that Jiang Chengfu was utterly incompetent and had sent out a mere clown.

Jiang Xiuwen was furious. If he hadn't considered that he couldn't beat him and would have to go on stage to compete later, he would have kicked him three more times.

This put Jiang Xiuwen in an awkward position. Even if the enemy he chose was weak, he would definitely be defeated.

"Uncle, let me choose." Lin Ping smiled mysteriously and took the initiative to approach Wu Xin.

"Is there a difference?" Jiang Xiuwen was puzzled. In his opinion, the lottery was entirely based on luck. Even if Lin Ping had other skills, he couldn't control the bamboo sticks at will.

But he still believed in Lin Ping; after all, that enigmatic smile was comforting to behold.

Lin Ping reached into the wooden box with one large hand and kept stirring it, his brows furrowed tightly, but he couldn't get the bamboo skewer out for a long time.

"Has the prince consort been chosen yet?" Wu Xin's arms were a little sore from dragging the wooden box. He glared at Lin Ping, completely assuming that Lin Ping was just trying to show off.

"Hmph, it's all the same no matter who you choose!" The Mountain City Lord looked at Lin Ping with disdain and said coldly.

"Really?" Lin Ping chuckled to himself, "That's not necessarily true."

After speaking, Lin Ping finally managed to pull out a bamboo stick with the three small characters "Phoenix Dance Flower" written on it.

"How could it be Senior Feng? She was specifically chosen to deal with Jiang Yunying!"

The city lord of the mountain city panicked and his expression changed rapidly.

"Is Feng Wuhua the first to go on stage?" Jiang Yunying murmured to herself, secretly pleased.

The rules of drawing lots have been passed down for a century. Now that the two contestants have been determined, there is nothing to argue about. The two of them walked to the central arena.

The only difference is that the Phoenix Dance Flower flies up, while the other one climbs up, using both hands and feet...

"Begin!" Wu Xin announced loudly, eager to see what skills the person sent by Jiangcheng Prefecture had.

"Draw your sword!" Feng Wuhua held her azure sword level, her icy voice sending chills down Gan Buguo's spine.

"Can't I just be shameless?" Gan Buqiu muttered to himself. He originally had a dog-leg knife in his hand, but Lin Ping forcibly took it away before he went on stage. Now he was left with nothing but his bare hands and his trembling legs.

He couldn't beat her without saying a word, just standing quietly in the middle of the ring, even squinting his eyes.

"You want to compete with me in terms of composure?" Feng Wuhua was somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected to encounter such a master in the first round. Naturally, she didn't dare to make the first move, for fear that the other party would see through her weakness.

"Brother Lian, where did you find this old woman?" Lin Ping shamelessly sat down next to Lian Ping again, speaking with considerable disdain.

"Senior Feng is an old woman?" Lian Ping almost burst out laughing at Lin Ping's words, but he didn't answer. He just let out a slight sigh, meaning, "You'll see how strong this old woman is in a moment."

Lin Ping had naturally witnessed Feng Wuhua's strength. He was only saying these meaningless things to get closer to Lian Ping, who was the most crucial person in his entire plan and could not be neglected.

The two on the stage remained motionless for the duration of an incense stick burning. The crowd below had begun to doze off, and if it weren't for giving face to the Mountain City Lord, they would probably have started to leave one after another.

"Are we still going to play? Can we get a refund?" one of the spectators asked listlessly, yawning.

"Senior Feng, hurry up and make your move!" the city lord of the mountain city whispered, but dared not use a commanding tone. He really couldn't understand why Feng Wuhua would be locked in a stalemate with a useless person who couldn't even lift a sword for so long.

Feng Wuhua's cold eyes narrowed, and she inadvertently noticed the panicked look on Huo Bu's face, only then realizing what was going on.

"Damn it, that's a lot of killing intent!" Lin Ping shouted loudly onto the stage. "If you can't beat them, are you just waiting to die? Run!"

Before Lin Ping could finish speaking, he had already turned tail and left, nimbly jumping off the three-foot-high platform, only to fall face-first into the mud in a tragic manner.

"Phoenix Dance Flower Wins!" Wu Xin loudly announced the result of the competition.

"Tch! Boring!" The spectators sighed with emphasis, certain that this was the most boring competition they had ever seen.

Feng Wuhua flew down from the arena with murderous intent. It was an absolute disgrace to be unable to defeat someone who was powerless and had been locked in a stalemate for so long.

"A cheap trick." Lian Ping glanced at Lin Ping with disdain before turning and walking away.

"Well done, keep running laps." Lin Ping patted Canbubu's shoulder with satisfaction and gave him another two hundred li (approximately 100 kilometers) of running quota.

"Husband, you knew he couldn't win and would lose, so why did you send him out?" Jiang Yunying asked suspiciously, wondering what Lin Ping was up to.