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At the same time, in front of the hotel, Fang Jiuran and his wife, who were watching the results of the game, looked at each other, and the old couple's hanging hearts were finally able to slowly return to their stomachs.

"Win, win!?"

Immediately afterwards, Fang Jiuran's pretty face, like that of a twenty-year-old girl, flashed with ecstasy.

"Husband, is our brat about to become completely angry now?"

Lao Fang has a calm temperament, so he naturally understands the exaggerated and terrifying attention this game has attracted.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose and coughed dryly;

"Probably, it can no longer be described as fire, right? He will probably become a household name and a hot celebrity."

After saying this, a look of relief flashed across Lao Fang's eyes.

As a father, I have imagined this scene countless times as my son grew up.

That is, one day in the future, I can proudly tell others that I am Fang Mo's father.

Now it seems that this dream is likely to come true.

Lao Fang can imagine that if he goes back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year this year, there is a high probability that when others mention him, he will introduce him to others like this;

This is Fang Mo's father, yes, that miracle doctor Fang...

Instead of taking Fang Mo to meet his seven aunts and eight aunts like in previous years, and having to repeat over and over again, this is my son Fang Mo.

Lao Fang won't be here for a while, and other relatives looked at Fang Mo with confused expressions, wondering if they would ask another question.

At this time in previous years, Fang Mo could only say helplessly, "I am Fang Chen's son."

And now, our brat is about to become a household name.

When introducing myself, I can tell who I am and who my father is. How proud and honored I am!

Dad’s happiness is so simple and unpretentious!

……

All the Chinese spectators in the audience were caught in a burst of carnival-like excitement.

The Sakurajima team not far away was lifeless, because Tianzun almost fell to his knees after he came off the field. Miss Sakamoto is an expert in using poison.

At first sight, he noticed something was wrong with Tianzun. He quickly stopped Renzun and Dizun who wanted to ask, took out the silver needle he used to test the poison and gently inserted it into Tianzun's palm.

In just one breath, Miss Sakamoto's expression suddenly changed.

"Oriental poison..."

Tianzun glanced at her listlessly, moved his dry lips, and uttered a weak 'hmm'.

At this moment, when they heard the words "Oriental Poison", the other Sakurajima team players fell silent.

Di Zun had the most irritable temper. After thinking for a moment, he yelled, "How fucking shameless."

He was about to rush to the high platform to expose Fang Mo's shameless behavior, but was quickly stopped by Ren Zun's quick eyes and hands.

"Are you crazy?"

"This kid plotted against us, we can't just let them win."

Hearing this, Renzun's lips moved and he almost screamed.

You are a real fucking tiger.

Fang Mo's hands and feet are not clean, and he behaves as if we can withstand investigation.

We all are not good people, so why can we do it in the first year of junior high school, but others can't do it in the fifteenth grade?

It can only be said that the devil is as good as the Taoist, and he underestimated the ruthlessness of this boy's character and methods.

A moment later, after Miss Sakamoto's rescue, Tianzun had breathed a sigh of relief.

He was staring blankly at the big screen hanging above the referee's seat on the high platform.

"Shall we continue this game?"

Hearing this, Tianzun pursed his lips and did not answer the others. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and called Sato Cang, the young master of the Xueyi Clan.

He knew that Sato Ao must also be paying attention to the results of the game.

Sato Cang was able to call in advance in the morning, which obviously meant that he knew Fang Mo to a certain extent.

However, the Tianzun at that time did not think that Fang Mo, a mere heir to the Zen medical skills in his early twenties, had any ability to turn the tide of the war.

In the face of absolute strength, any means are useless.

But the reality was like a slap in the face.

Tianzun is now full of bitterness, but he really wants to consult Sato Cang's opinion.

The young sect leader probably had to deal with Fang Mo more than once, otherwise he wouldn't have called in advance to remind him.

It would have been nice if I could have kept Sato Ao's warning in mind from the beginning...

But there is no regret medicine in the world!

Tianzun felt inexplicably tired at this moment, as if Sakurajima had planned for so long in advance and was very good at calculating, but in the end he still fell short.

He even lost to a young man who was never optimistic.

In addition, although the poisoning was resolved by Miss Sakamoto, the physical and mental exhaustion could not be erased in a short time.

He really wants to talk to someone now, about this opponent who ruined Sakurajima's several years of planning.

He felt that if he wanted to continue the competition, it might be more appropriate to consult the young sect leader Sato Aoi.

beep-

Tianzun didn't wait too long on the other end of the phone, Sato Aang Qingyue's voice rang.

"Tianzun?"

After hearing this, Tianzun was silent for a long time before sighing faintly;

"Young Master, the game is about to be lost."

"China has gained an absolute advantage."

Obviously Sakurajima hasn't lost all the games yet, and even has thirteen points.

However, I saw with my own eyes that Fang Mo had been dormant for a long time, and then relied on a three-pointer to defeat Tian Ji's horse racing alone, completely defeating Sakurajima.

At this moment, no one on Sakurajima's side was confident that they could win back the lost points from that young man.

On the other side, hear this.

As expected, Sato Cang did not show too much surprise, but said lightly;

"The project of the Medical Skills Exchange Competition is itself a plan of the Blood Medicine Hall, a branch of your Blood Medicine Sect, before I took over."

"It seems that there is no need to report the victory or defeat to me, the young master, right?"

Hearing this, Tianzun suddenly fell into silence again.

"Young Master, I just want to ask for your advice. Do you think it is necessary to continue this game?"

"Well……"

Sato Cang seemed to think about it carefully and then gave a negative answer.

"Admit defeat!"

When the three words came, Tianzun was surprised to find that not only did he not have the urge to question or ask for reasons, but what arose in his heart was a sense of recognition after exhaustion.

It was as if I was consulting Sato Aoi for advice, and originally I just wanted to use his mouth to express the result.

call!

Tianzun was relieved of his burden in an instant, and he breathed a long sigh of relief with a complicated tone.

Sure enough, we still lost!

"Young Master, what kind of person does Fang Mo look like in your eyes?"

Hearing this, Sato Cang was silent for a long time, then raised his voice and asked one word in surprise.

"people!?"

There was an unspoken question in his tone.

It's like saying, are you fucking blind?

Old man, how could you see that the person competing with you is a human being?