After the divorce, the aloof female CEO regretted it

"Mr. Lu?"

Seeing the respectful Liu Qiang, Wu Jiao and others were stunned.

They never dreamed that the famous Master Liu would come to Lu Chen.

And yet, he behaved so respectfully.

what's the situation?

"Master Liu, I haven't seen you for a few days. Your cultivation seems to have improved again?"

Lu Chen glanced up and down and immediately saw something strange.

"This is all thanks to Mr. Lu's Jinwu Pills, which not only cured my internal injuries but also gave me a small breakthrough." Liu Qiang looked grateful.

"Really? Congratulations." Lu Chen smiled lightly.

"Mr. Lu, sitting here is not in line with your status. Let's go to the seats reserved for the Cao family." Liu Qiang respectfully guided us with one hand.

"That's fine. There are a few flies here, which are really annoying."

Lu Chen nodded and did not refuse.

Just as several people were about to leave, Wu Jiao finally couldn't help but speak: "Master Liu..."

"What, is something wrong?"

Liu Qiang turned around with an indifferent look on his face.

Compared with when facing Lu Chen, they were completely two extremes.

"Master Liu, I am Wu Jiao. We have met before, and you gave me two tips." Wu Jiao tried to build a relationship.

"I have given advice to countless people, but as for you... I have no impression at all."

After speaking, Liu Qiang left directly.

Wu Jiao was left standing stiffly on the spot, looking embarrassed.

I have been bragging for so long, but the result is that my hot face touches my cold butt.

How embarrassing!

"Who is that kid? He actually has friendship with Master Liu?" Someone asked.

"Hmph! He is just a pretty boy raised by Miss Cao. Without the face of the Cao family, how could Master Liu be so respectful to him?" Tan Hong said angrily.

"After working on it for a long time, it turned out that he was taking advantage of the Cao family. I thought he was some big shot!"

While Wu Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help showing a look of contempt.

What's the point of relying on a woman to get to the top?

Men must rely on their own hard power!

"Here you come? Sit down..."

As soon as she saw Lu Chen, Concubine Cao Xuan immediately patted the seat next to her and motioned for him to sit down.

Lu Chen was not polite, Shi Shiran took a seat, and then said: "The Xuanwu Sect is well prepared this time, so you have to be more careful."

Before Concubine Cao Xuan opened her mouth, Cao Qingshu, who was sitting next to her, snorted: "You don't need to worry about it anymore. With the North Leg King here, we will definitely win in today's battle!"

"That would be great."

Lu Chen smiled lightly and said no more.

While several people were talking, a group of people suddenly walked out of the passage on the right.

The leader is a man in his thirties dressed in white.

The man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a powerful aura and sharp eyes.

Walking among the crowd, you feel like you stand out from the crowd.

This person is the chief disciple under Master Chen Xiang, Wang Xuan!

Afterwards, Chen Bei and his party followed.

As soon as the two sides met, tensions were drawn.

"Miss Cao, I admire your courage to take on the challenge, but today, our Xuanwu Sect is determined to win!" Chen Bei was the first to speak.

"It's useless to talk more. Let me see the truth." Concubine Cao Xuan said calmly.

"Okay! Let's have a good fight today. There is no limit on the number of times or the number of people. Whoever can stand in the ring to the end will win. How about it?" Chen Bei smiled half-heartedly.

"no problem."

Concubine Cao Xuan nodded.

Since you are trying to sway the mountain, you naturally have to convince the other party.

After reaching an agreement, both parties began to prepare.

Soon, the first game officially started.

The first person to appear at Xuanwumen was an extremely fat man.

The fat man is like a ball of meat. Every time he takes a step, the fat on his body will tremble like waves, which looks a bit funny.

When he came on stage, he was holding a roasted lamb leg in his hand, which he kept tearing and chewing.