"Sizzle, sizzle, ..."

The sound of the recorder copying photos continued to ring out.

Ye Luo stood in the front row reserved for reporters from the three tribes, diligently recording the course of the game.

The spiritual energy in the field continued to fluctuate as the battle intensified.

In an inconspicuous place on the back of her collar, something was flickering with the fluctuations of psychic energy.

If you look closely, you will find that the tiny light looks like a tiny blade.

Ye Luo didn't know what was new about him.

She was very busy. She had to take several more photos of Song Haomiao from her own school, as well as other contestants from the human race.

Then, she also wanted to take a few photos of other races and keep them as the newspaper might need them.

She spent most of the morning moving around the stadium, taking many ultra-high-definition photos from different angles.

Just now, the human race won the first game smoothly with a slight advantage.

But at the same time, it also cost two players serious injuries.

On the bumpy playing field, there was a shallow pool of bright red water.

Ye Luo steadied his hands, lifted the recorder to the level of his eyes, and then calmly pressed the record button.

She felt that she should be proud of her first victory.

Or perhaps it's heartbreaking and regretful. After all, a serious injury will affect the player's subsequent performance.

But no, nothing.

It was as if a dark hole had been ripped open in her heart, and all her emotions had fallen away and disappeared.

There was only a vast emptiness and silence, so she could only press the recorder mechanically.

The concentration of spiritual energy in the air around Ye Luo was slowly increasing, and she seemed oblivious to all the changes around her.

A rustling whisper began to rise in her heart, as if a myriapod was slowly crawling past her ears.

They are just a group of weaklings put on the stage.

Their talents are mediocre and their rarity cannot be compared with my [Dream Memory].

My recorder is not used to record this kind of stuff.

No! How could I think like that!

Ye Luo's hand trembled and the recorder almost slipped out of her hand, and her sight was also out of the narrow eyepiece.

She held the recorder in her hand and realized belatedly that she was sweating profusely.

There was a buzz of conversation and thunderous cheers all around.

She was in this lively atmosphere, feeling as if she were in another world.

"Student Ye Luo."

"ah!"

Ye Luo was frightened by the sound coming from behind him.

When I came to my senses, I found that the voice seemed familiar.

She turned around and asked in surprise, "It's you? Senior Lin, don't you need to prepare for the competition?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to see you before the game. Will you cheer me on?"

Hearing Lin Shunan's gentle voice, Ye Luo's face flushed.

She was a little panicked, and the sense of discomfiture she had just felt disappeared in an instant.

"Well, come on, senior!"

Seeing that her condition had returned to normal, Lin Shunan stopped talking nonsense and turned around and left.

Tsk, talents involving the soul are troublesome. It’s really a blessing that I’m easy to fool.

"Oh, so hardworking! Do you want to speed up her growth so you can use [Psychic Dream Recall] as leverage?"

Zi Sui sensed the approach of two targets through He Yu and Ren Lin, and observed their every move with great interest.

"Well, it's a pity."

There was a malicious smile in his dark eyes as he looked down sarcastically at Lin Shunan who was about to go on stage.

"You can't even get on the poker table, what's the point of having chips?"

In the distance, the host's passionate voice echoed, announcing that the next game was about to begin.

"According to the draw results of the competition committee, the first elite competition will take place next. The two sides of the competition are the human race and the demon race."

Um?

Are the demons about to take the stage?

Zi Sui sat up straighter. He vaguely remembered that the team competition two days ago seemed to have the same schedule.

One game for the entry-level group and one game for the elite group to prevent the same team from playing consecutively.

Although he didn't understand how the points in the competition were calculated, since it was the turn of the human and demon races to compete, he became excited.

The host introduced the contestants at a rapid pace, "First up, the elite contestants from the demon race!"

"They are Erbo, Tangtainot, and..."

Erbo, comes from the noble Erbo family.

Tangtai Not, from the noble Tangtai clan.

They are both at the peak of the fifth realm and are both from the Viscount family.

They are all the same, human skin puppets in Zi Sui's hands.

By the way, there is also an undercover agent Lin Shunan in the human elite group.

Zi Sui's eyes, which had been squinting lazily, now widened with excitement.

The RC cells in his body began to become active rapidly, echoing the isolated RC cell tissue.

Although it is much earlier than expected to take action now, the opportunity has come.

It would be a shame not to do something, wouldn't it?

Just as the contestants came on stage one after another, the host finished reading out the page of names in his hand.

She announced loudly, "The contestants are in place, the competition begins!"

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Ziyi, the leader of the human race, who was the main attacker, took the lead and quickly rushed towards the enemy.

A thin halo appeared on his body, a symbol of his spiritual energy burning.

He waved his right hand, and a blazing flame splashed out, and a black iron spear was born from the fire.

Behind him are Lin Shunan and Lan Xundong, who are also offensive players.

The crimson blood whip was ready to go, and at the same time, sharp ice spikes began to appear in the air.

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