After failing the promotion, I became the bride of my mortal enemy

The clothes on the man's body had no less than a hundred holes, and there were two big holes in the back of his butt. Every time he moved, he could see the red pants he was wearing underneath.

He held a cane in his hand and wore a pair of ripped cloth shoes on his feet.

"I haven't competed yet, so she doesn't count as first place."

The arrival of the man made everyone curious.

"Who is this person? He came from some beggar's den."

"Why do I feel that he looks a bit like a 'poor scholar'?"

"When you say that, it seems true."

Poor scholar, wherever there is competition, he will be there.

Anyone who can participate in the competition should participate.

And he was the last one to arrive.

"No, he's just a poor scholar. I've seen him in the past few games."

"It seems like he won the first place in the first two sessions, right?"

"Haha, it seems that Luo Qingyu's first place is no longer guaranteed."

Originally, everyone was not optimistic about Luo Qingyu.

Unexpectedly, he finally got an advantage and defeated Qiao Mingna.

If she, a low-to-middle-level cultivator, takes first place in the Lotus Competition, wouldn't it be possible for losers to participate in the Lotus Competition in the future to try their luck?

Now when I see the poor scholar appear, everyone is in a state of watching a good show.

Qu Wenjing in the audience narrowed her eyes.

Sure enough, he guessed it correctly.

Luo Qingyu really won the first place.

Suddenly I feel sorry for him. What happened to his money?

This is the same as picking up your own money even though it was clearly your own.

Fortunately, the scholar from Qionglou came.

Now, is he sure that his money will be back?

The Poor House Scholar is not Qiao Mingna's monk in the fusion stage, but the master's early stage.

How can a low-study mid-level master beat the early master level?

Ryder, who was presiding over the competition, saw the poor scholar and asked, "Do you want to participate?"

The poor scholar threw the competition sign onto the stage.

"Of course I'm here to compete."

Otherwise, what would he do here?

"But the Lotus race time is over."

"Who said it's over? I have participated in two Lotus races. Don't you know the rules of the Lotus race? After the first place comes out, you need to wait on the stage for half an hour. If no one challenges within half an hour, it will be considered First place.”

"She just finished the competition with Qiao Mingna, and you didn't even announce the first place before I came to challenge you. Wasn't this within half an hour?"

Ryder was speechless.

This is indeed the rule in the Lotus Race.

The poor scholar always comes in time.

Ryder looked at Luo Qingyu, then turned his attention to the poor scholar, and then said:

"Then, the game continues!"

The poor scholar flew onto the stage.

He looked at Luo Qingyu with disdain and contempt.

"Why is the first place winner so weak this time? Don't say I'm bullying the weak when I win."

The poor scholar was dying of laughter.

He never expected that the first place this time would be a woman with a low or middle level of cultivation.

Doesn't the first place position belong to him?

He didn't take Luo Qingyu seriously at all.

After taking the stage, he took off his shoes and smelled them.

The smell in the shoes was overwhelming, but he closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if he was enjoying it.

After enjoying it, he put on his shoes.

It is no exaggeration that when he took off his shoes, those present covered their noses and turned red.

"It's been so long since I've washed it, it stinks like hell."

They almost fainted in the audience.

Not to mention Qiao Mingna who was knocked unconscious by Luo Qingyu.

She just woke up, rolled her eyes and fainted again from the smell.

Ke Luo Qingyu seemed to have lost his sense of smell, and there was nothing strange on his face.

The poor scholar looked at Luo Qingyu contemptuously and dug his nostrils with his hands.

"Let's start. Don't say I bully you. I'll give you two moves."

Luo Qingyu's eyes were cold and her red lips parted lightly.

"Need not."

She was afraid that the poor scholar would give her two moves, and he wouldn't even have a chance to make a move.

The poor scholar was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Luo Qingyu would not appreciate it.

He sneered, "Then don't blame me for being rude!" With that, the poor scholar took action.

He gestured with his hands and feet, like a monkey playing, and made monkey sounds from his mouth, "Oh, oh, oh..."

"I'll hit~~oh oh oh..."

Luo Qingyu:...

Those in the audience who have seen the Poor House Scholar compete in the past are not surprised at all.

Because this is the killer move of a poor scholar.

This is what he does when he comes, and then he takes advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness and delivers a fatal blow.

So when they saw him use this move again, everyone couldn't help but sweat for Luo Qingyu.

But it was the first time for Luo Qingyu and the others to see the scholar from the Poor House making moves. They were speechless when they saw him jumping around like a monkey and screaming.

"I said, can you compete well? This is a competition, not a place for fun."

The poor scholar knew that Luo Qingyu didn't see his killer move.

He thought he was playing a trick.

This is the best. Only when the opponent takes it lightly and becomes impatient can he win with one move.

Although Yiluo Qingyu's low-level cultivation does not require him to use killing moves in the middle stage.

But just in case, he still had to use it.

Furthermore, he also wants everyone to know that this is his ultimate move!

"Oh oh oh... I'll fight~~ oh oh oh... oh oh..."

The veins on Luo Qingyu's forehead jumped.

She turned to look at Ryder.

"Does he start the game like this? Can I take action?"

As soon as her words came out, everyone was stunned.

Why is this woman so stupid?

Is this the difference between low cultivation levels?

They were all using their killing moves, but she didn't understand yet, so she asked if she could take action.

Ryder nodded, with a hint of unbearability in his eyes.

"He's already got a shot at you, the game is on."

Luo Qingyu nodded, "Okay."

Everyone:...

Not bad.

I don’t know how you will die later.

Every time the scholar in the poor house beats, a white thread falls.

He had danced around Luo Qingyu hundreds of times.

The silk thread surrounding Luo Qingyu had formed a mesh, covering her inside.

Unfortunately, Luo Qingyu was stunned and didn't notice it at all.

Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads.

"The first place must be the scholar from Qionglou."

The bettors were all smiles.

"That's best. I was the one who lost to Yaluo Qingyu. If she wins, all my belongings will be gone."

Those who followed the bets nodded.

Everyone felt happy when they thought of Fan Yi's two thousand high-grade spiritual stones.

This time, they are going to send it.

"The poor scholar is still setting up the Thousand Silk Formation. Luo Qingyu will shed his skin this time unless he dies."

"Whoever asked her to overestimate her abilities and come to participate in the Lotus Race deserved it."

The poor scholar was still screaming, his hands and feet flexing and scratching like a monkey.

Luo Qingyu's veins jumped.

She looked at the poor scholar with cold eyes, and said with red lips:

"I have really tolerated you for a long time..."

Oh oh oh, oh you bastard!

Luo Qingyu's figure shook and appeared in front of the poor scholar in the blink of an eye.

The poor scholar was still shouting, and he was slightly startled when he saw Luo Qingyu who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"How is that possible? How did you get here?"

His Thousand Silk Formation is not something that ordinary people can break.

This woman actually broke in the blink of an eye!

The poor scholar said that he could not accept it.

"You want to trap me even with a small Thousand Silk Formation. You think too highly of yourself."

The poor scholar snorted disdainfully.

"Do you think I only have the Thousand Silk Formation? Rampant!"

He jumped up and down, dancing more happily than before.

Scratching his head and body with his hands is no different from playing with a monkey.

There were even monkey sounds coming out of his mouth.

"Oh oh... oh oh..."

Luo Qingyu squeezed her hands, unable to bear it.

Looking at the poor scholar jumping up and down in front of him, he greeted him with a slap.

"Oh, you bastard!"