In the carriage with wheels rolling, hearing that Ran Li had actually lost to Lin Zhuo in the final battle of Dabi, Yue Yu was really a little stunned and couldn't believe it.

You must know that he has done enough homework for Ran Li before this big competition. Including the analysis of Lin Zhuo's surname, the hidden injuries in his body, and the characteristics of the sword, all of them are comprehensive. Even last night, based on the sword book that he saw on the fourth floor of the library building, he specially designed a few tactics for Ran Li to target his surname. Even if Lin Zhuo's cultivation was inferior by one level, it should be enough to suppress that guy fiercely.

It was a bit biased to say, but Yue Yu didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him doing this. Ran Li is nominally his servant, but as early as half a year ago, he has regarded him as his brother in life and death. As for Lin Zhuo, to put it strictly, he should be just a slightly familiar stranger. And as far as the future is concerned, he only intends to treat this person as a tool for the time being.

Ignoring those who are close to oneself, but taking care of outsiders, there is no such reason in this world.

But after such a thorough and detailed preparation, Ran Li was still the result of defeat, which really made him a little puzzled.

"You idiot! How did I teach you before? If you want to go all out from the beginning, consume his true qi, suppress that guy and don't give him a chance to get back angry, did you do it?"

Tapping Ran Li's head with his fingers, Yue Yu's face was frosty. There was not only some chagrin in his heart, but also the indignation of being lost face by Lin Zhuo. He originally thought that he would let Ran Li personally get back the hatred of losing in front of Lin Zhuo last time, but now it seems that his careful plan is completely bankrupt.

"--Honestly, that guy is just a half-dead waste! Martial artist-level strength internal breath, I think he can only use it for three minutes at most before he has problems! It was ten days in a row of hard fighting. You can't even win like this, you might as well die!"

Ran Li shrugged his head and was silent, his face full of shame. Compared with the regret that Yu did not win the championship this time and lost to Lin Zhuo again, in fact, what he cared more about this time was losing the face of Yue Yu and his teachers.

There are a few teachers in the clan who are optimistic about him, and the shady schedule arranged for him personally, plus Yue Yu, who is simply in martial arts, is already at the absolute grandmaster level and personally instructs. lost to Lin Zhuo in this way, and in Ran Li's opinion, he really lost his face home.

"What qualifications do you have to say Brother Xiaoli?"

Opposite the two, Yue Bingqian stood up with some unaccustomedness, her face flushed with indignation. "Brother Li is also the second in the clan competition this time! What about you? You are not even qualified to participate in the competition! And everyone who has watched their competition knows that Brother Li is not really inferior to Lin Zhuo, from beginning to end, that guy has no chance to fight back. If it weren't for his desperate efforts in the end, and Brother Li's relenting heart, the current result would definitely not be like this-"

Hearing this, Yue Yu looked at Ran Li again with a surprised look. Although he knew the result, he didn't expect that the details would be like this. But Ran Li not only didn't feel better because of this, but became more and more ashamed, and his whole head was about to fall into the crook of his knee.

Regarding the fact that Lin Zhuo might fight hard in the finals, Yue Yu had already expected it, and he had prepared enough preparations for this. All he needed to do was to follow the countermeasure provided by Yue Yu, and then slash the axe mercilessly, interrupting the other party's last luck.

In fact, if he had done it at that time, not only would he have been able to leave himself unscathed, but Lin Zhuo would have ended up with a serious injury to his stump. But in the end, for some reason, after seeing the eyes with a few despairs, resoluteness and sadness, he finally chose to stop.

At this moment, Yue Bingqian, who was over there, was still unaware of the strange atmosphere between the two, and was still sneering. "And that Lin Zhuo, who is countless times stronger than you. You dare to say that he is a waste? But there are a few people whose strength is comparable to that of an intermediate martial artist, how can you say that you can suppress it? It is simply standing and talking without backache, and his body-"

When she said this, Yue Bingqian's expression suddenly froze, and she remembered the situation in the ring today, which was not much different from what her incompetent brother said.

Yue Yu smiled indifferently, automatically filtered his sister's words, and his regret and anger at Ran Li's defeat also disappeared without a trace at this time. Ran Li has always been very mature in front of him, but he didn't expect for a while that this stupid big guy actually has a soft-hearted side.

The only thing he cared about now was Yue Zhang's attitude. It's just that the latter has always looked at the flow of people outside the window as if they had never heard their words.

After this clan competition, there is a clan feast, and the importance is not below the ancestral sacrifice ten days ago. This is also the reason why Yue Yu hurried back to meet his family and put on a new dress.

And this time, when the four of them arrived at the ancestral hall, although thousands of large round tables had been set up in front of the ancestral hall, there was no longer the hustle and bustle of the previous days. Since it is called a family banquet, then only the people of the Yue clan who are qualified to attend the banquet here. Except for some important guests, other servants and attendants, no matter how high their status, are not qualified to participate.

As soon as they entered it, several people were specially arranged in a relatively high position by the ancestral hall deacons who came up. However, Ran Li was different, this time he was separated from them and was led to the front seat. Feasting with the patriarch has always been an honor for the clan to be stronger than the top three.

However, looking at the situation at the previous tables, Yue Yu was secretly a little funny, saying that it was a clan competition, but among the first three people, there was no one surnamed Yue. And in the top 50, there is no one in the long room. In fact, his cousin Yue Lin had a chance to top the top ten this time, but unfortunately he was injured all over his body on the first day. Fortunately, that guy is still young, and there will be at least two more opportunities to participate in the clan competition in the future. As long as one of them can stand out, it is enough to guarantee his immeasurable future.

Then Yue Yu saw that since Ran Li sat down on the chief's side, there were countless people looking for all kinds of excuses and reasons to talk to him, although Ran Li did not win this time, it was enough for many people to see his strength and value.

And in contrast to it, Lin Zhuo's side is deserted. Even if he succeeds in winning the championship this time, the future of this young man is still not optimistic in the clan. However, Lin Zhuo's back was still standing straight, like a cedar standing alone in the cold wind, looking extremely lonely and sad.

Yue Yu took a sip of tea, and then the corners of his lips were slightly raised. He originally thought that the reason why this guy was so looking forward to this clan Dabi was most likely to obtain that strong myelin pill to improve his strength. But now it seems that the situation is far from as simple as he imagined.

- Even after receiving his promise of healing, he still made it all the way to the finals in a way that overdrew his life, and then used that desperate way again. This man's surname is far more arrogant than he thinks!

While he was pondering, Yue Yu's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a burst of shouting. His eyes were raised again, and he saw the people in front of him standing up one after another, and at the door of the ancestral hall, Yue Yunjie was accompanying a thirty-year-old middle-aged man with a cloud pattern embroidered on his chest to walk out of the door.