Chapter 502

"I often seek out people to fight, and I've made many fighting friends."

"It's just a pity... I don't know why, but they all hid themselves later and refused to see me."

"I can only temper my martial arts alone; although I love martial arts, I feel this way... lacks some flavor."

"How about it? Do you want to be my fighting friend?"

"I've said it: I, Wu Zi, currently have no fighting friends. If you become one, you'll be my only fighting friend."

"The fighting friend of Wu Zi, one of the five great human civilizations, sounds quite grand, doesn't it?"

"Uh... I forgot you defeated Xia Tianxuan. Your reputation should be even stronger than mine."

As he spoke, Wei Wei Chenfeng scratched his bald head.

He wanted to persuade Su Yu to be his fighting friend, yet he could find no suitable reason.

Seeing this, Su Yu couldn't help but feel speechless for this clown.

He had thought Wei Wei Chenfeng was someone who hid in the city with great talent, or a fool appearing wise.

But in the end, his mind was full of practicing martial arts and fighting; he was merely a martial arts fanatic.

"Not interested."

"Hey! Don't rush to refuse!"

The two whispered on the platform.

Mostly, Wei Wei Chenfeng spoke while Su Yu listened.

Because Wei Wei Chenfeng wanted Su Yu to be his fighting friend,

when facing questions from Su Yu, he answered everything he knew without omission.

As he listened, Su Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

His understanding of the five great civilizations became a bit deeper.

At this moment, the strange-hatted old man from the different sub-spaces had finished screening the first challenger (damn it).

The human population is vast.

Those who wish to challenge the Thirty-Two Stars must certainly not be ordinary people.

Not everyone is qualified.

In total, fewer than several dozen people were qualified to challenge the Thirty-Two Stars.

"Who do you want to challenge?"

"I want to challenge Su Yu!!"

The first challenger was a woman; she gazed fixedly at Su Yu,

as if gazing at a husband who had not returned for many years.

One must pick the soft persimmons to squeeze; she knew this.

Su Yu was the softest persimmon among the Thirty-Two Stars.

Although Su Yu's Thirty-Two Stars title was called the "Arrow Feather Star,"

most people called him by his nickname, the "Lame Star."

Needless to say, it was another marketing stunt by the Cultivation Civilization.

"Sigh, the first one challenges you."

"If only they challenged me, how wonderful that would be."

"Go ahead. Don't lose face. If you lose, you won't be able to become my fighting friend."

Wei Wei Chenfeng said cheerfully, envy gleaming in his eyes.

Why didn't the challenger challenge him?

"When did I agree to become your fighting friend?"

Su Yu helplessly turned his head and glanced at Wei Wei Chenfeng.

He looked at the gaze of the female challenger who had already stepped onto the platform, gazing affectionately.

He walked forward slowly.