Li Ling observed that there seemed to be something wrong with you Chaofan''s eyes.

    Of course, he knows that you Chaofan is relatively simple. He hasn''t had much contact with women since he was a child.

    The only woman in close contact is Hualiu lane.

    But I felt very good when I came back last time. Why does it look like I''ve been charmed today?

    "Ah? Xiao Si has won the art of flattery!"

    The brothers began to worry.

    Li Ling reached out and pressed you Chaofan''s forehead, and then used Reiki to influence his mind.

    Seeing you Chaofan''s eyes a little better, Li Ling found that there was something wrong.

    "Are you better?"

    Li Ling shook his head: "it can''t be cured."

    In fact, even Li Ling wondered why it couldn''t be cured.

    Most flattering skills are released by the opposite sex. Of course, the purpose is to seduce, but no matter how clever flattering skills are, they are only a kind of spiritual cultivation.

    As long as it is spiritual cultivation, Li Ling has a way to crack it.

    But he tried a little and found that there was no way.

    Li Ling can get rid of the damage caused by Meishu to you Chaofan''s body, but you Chaofan''s heart can''t be cured.

    So Li Ling thought of it.

    There is a beautiful art in the world. Even if the gods come, it can''t be cured.

    Love!

    You Chaofan must have fallen in love with that woman, so he is willing to accept flattery in his heart.

    As the saying goes, if people don''t save themselves, heaven can''t save them.

    No matter how skillful Li lingzong''s medical skills are, it is impossible for you Chaofan not to love the people he loves.

    Of course, Li Ling can also use more clever means to wash you Chaofan''s memory, but even if he washes away his memory, he will still fall in love when he meets each other again.

    "Just, it doesn''t affect your body anyway."

    Of course, Li Ling can''t wash you Chaofan''s memory because of this. It''s really a little too much.

    Since you Chaofan has someone in mind, Li Ling won''t stop him until he gets into trouble.

    In the next few days, you Chaofan returned to the organ island to create his own Qingshen iron fist, while Li Ling drew some talismans very seriously.

    The time has come, and the arena of the battle of contention has been set up.

    Early in the morning, Yang Fuzi pulled Li Ling up to participate in the battle of contention.

    "Good disciple, this time it''s time for you to give us a long face."

    On the sage Island, the lights are on, and there are lanterns everywhere.

    All the disciples on the ten islands were called to watch the war. Of course, most of the dignitaries in Gutong county were also invited to watch the war.

    After all, this is an annual event, and no one wants to miss it.

    This time, of course, Fang zhe was the most popular person to win the championship, but there was a dispute between the two families about whether Fang zhe represented strategists or Taoists.

    Finally, the two families decided that if Fang zhe won the title, then his Taoism and strategists would send another man to fight, so as to decide who was the first class between the two families.

    I don''t know where the two families came from, as if they had booked the battle of contention.

    But think about it carefully. In previous years, it was the struggle between their two families. What''s the difference this year.

    Yang Fuzi led Li Ling across the crowd and came to the lounge behind the challenge arena.

    Along the way, Li Ling was being pointed out.

    "Look, this is the painter''s disciple."

    "I didn''t expect painters to compete this year."

    "Is it difficult for the painter to go up and stick symbols for a duel?"

    "Hahaha, who knows."

    For this rumor, Yang Fuzi snorted coldly: "a hundred years ago, our painters were the first-class in 100 academies. Where are they qualified to gossip!"

    Unfortunately, times have changed. With the disappearance of the painter''s founder Wu Daozi, the painter has never recovered.

    The schools of painters in the back have naturally plummeted, and no one can reproduce the grandeur of the past.

    When Yang Fuzi was young, he could occasionally get the sixth and seventh place in the battle of contention, but now... He has to rely on Li Ling.

    "Don''t worry, good apprentice, you can go up and paste a sign. In the evening, I''ll draw two wives to serve you. It''s normal to win or lose. Just play the style of an artist."

    In the lounge, there are many inner disciples of different schools.

    One of the most striking is Fang Zhe.

    Fang Zhe is a hot spot this year. Almost all of them say that he will stand at the end and win the title.

    The person who competes most with Fang Zhe is the water QingHan of Legalists.

    The Legalists are mainly based on arrays, and the water is clear and cold. They are also the leaders of the younger generation. They usually have a good job in managing the discipline of the disciples of the Academy.

    But people seem to almost forget that the water is very cold.

    She represents legalism, naturally there is no problem!

    The representative of doctors is Su Jiner, but doctors have defaulted to the penultimate position.

    After all, doctors are not good at fighting and are good at refining medicine, so even if doctors rank low, they will not be looked down upon.

    However, Fang Zhe''s eyes always glanced at Su Jiner, which seemed to be casual and attached great importance to it.

    The farmer''s disciple must be Niu Daqiang!

    Niu Daqiang, a man valued by the elder gengzi, is very strong. He can deal with Fang zhe even against him.

    The Confucianists did not send fan Shusheng this time, but sent mute.

    Fan Shusheng has been imprisoned by the Confucian elder Luo Zi because of his personal style, so the only thing Confucianism can do is mute.

    "Have you heard that the disciples sent by the Mohist school this time seem to have only Lingwu realm."

    "Are you kidding? How can Lingwu realm compete?"

    "But that disciple defeated many maijing masters with his cultivation of Lingwu realm!"

    "How could it be! Who is it?"

    "You Chaofan, who claims to have created the most powerful weapon in the history of our academy!"

    As Li Ling guessed, you Chaofan defeated other Mohist brothers and became a disciple sent by Mohist after casting Qingshen iron fist.

    In fact, at this point, he has succeeded.

    After all, after this period of cultivation, you Chaofan is just a Lingwu realm. He has achieved the acme of this level.

    Others, such as famous masters and yin-yang masters, of course, also sent disciples, but these two schools are not as eye-catching as other schools.

    Li Ling has the lowest sense of existence among all the contestants. It''s not that he is willing to do so, but that the painter really can''t help up the wall.

    "With so many newcomers this year, I''m afraid that in addition to the stable status of Taoists, strategists and painters, other schools will have to undergo a major reshuffle."

    "Yes, I guess everyone will fight to the death."

    Li Ling wanted to talk to someone familiar, but everyone was busy.

    Especially that extraordinary, he secretly led a woman to sit in the audience.

    "Miss Dongmei, wait for me here. I will definitely go on stage today!"

    Dongmei''s expression is a little complicated, but she still takes out a plum blossom and gives it to you Chaofan.

    "Childe, you take this plum blossom and think it''s mei''er around you to cheer for you."

    "OK, Hei hei."