Seeing Jiang Zhiling so sad, Jiang Deng also felt disgusted with Jiang Zhi who bullied her sister.
Originally, when she met him at the Sword Tomb, she thought Jiang Zhiren was a pretty good person, but she didn't expect that he was no different from the disciples of Taichu Sword Sect who looked down on their status as women. They were all equally annoying!
"Don't worry, if you meet him in the next game, I will definitely teach you a lesson! Isn't he willing to give in? As long as he loses one more game, he will miss the next round!" Jiang Deng said confidently.
"Well...I believe in my sister. She's the best!"
Jiang Zhiling swept away the previous gloom and became full of fighting spirit again.
Since this round of competition had ended and there were no other games to watch, Jiang Deng did not stay there any longer and returned to the rest area with Jiang Zhiling.
"Sister Deng, Sister Zhiling..."
Sun Fei, who has always been active, was now sitting in a chair in a mess. When he saw Jiang Deng and the others, he forced himself to cheer up and greet them.
Jiang Deng immediately understood, "Lost?"
"Ying Ziru's cultivation is not only higher than mine, but he also has a lot of spiritual weapons on him!"
In order to prevent Ying Ziru from hearing him from afar, Sun Fei could only lower his voice and said frantically, "I'm really impressed! Can you imagine, even the shoes he wears on his feet are spiritual weapons!"
"I really don't know."
Jiang Deng shook her head. If she had known that Yun Bozhong's direct disciple was so rich, she would not have just stolen Ying Ziru's storage bag when she went to Yunwu Peak that night.
Sun Fei continued with a bitter face, "How can a poor fellow like me, whose face is cleaner than my trouser pockets, possibly defeat a wealthy second-generation immortal like Ying Ziru?"
Jiang Deng couldn't help but twitch his lips. Sun Fei was also penniless?
She did not forget that during the entrance examination, Sun Fei spent more than a hundred high-grade spirit stones just to buy jade tokens from her!
If this is considered a poor ghost, then what is the person who can't even afford a low-grade spirit stone? Is he poorer than a ghost?
In his opinion, Sun Fei was not sad because he lost the game, but was simply sad because he met a second-generation immortal who was richer than him.
"And you?"
Ignoring Sun Fei who was sighing, Jiang Deng looked at He Yan who was sitting silently beside him.
He Yan's eyes were filled with disappointment. "Xiao Yan is indeed a child of destiny. Our cultivation levels are obviously similar, but when we fought him, I had no power to fight back. I didn't understand it back then in the ring, but now I understand. The difference between us isn't our cultivation level, but our realm."
Jiang Deng's eyes lit up with interest, "What do you mean?"
"First of all, Xiao Yan's swordsmanship is exquisite and he has rich combat experience. Secondly, his mentality is always stable, and I can't even find any flaws in him. I was defeated after just a few moves." He Yan was dejected and looked very depressed.
Jiang Deng, however, rubbed his hands excitedly.
To be honest, she couldn't steal anything in public, so she wasn't very interested in the wealthy Ying Ziru.
However, Xiao Yan, who was quite capable, aroused her strong interest. If she competed with such a master, perhaps she could learn something from him just like she did with Zhou Shan.
Just as I was thinking about this, Manager Zhou walked into the rest area and announced loudly, "To avoid drawing the same opponent, the next round will be divided into two groups: the winners group and the losers group. The winners of this round will enter the winners group and play against other winners, while the losers will enter the losers group and play against other losers."
Manager Zhou waved his sleeves, and a series of names appeared on the wall.
Winner group: Lin Jun, Jiang Deng, Xiao Yan, Ying Ziru, and Jiang Zhiling.
Loser group: Jiang Zhi, Zhou Shan, Leng Baige, Sun Fei, He Yan.
"Because each group consists of five players, each group will have one bye. The person who draws the bye will automatically advance to the next round. The opponents will be determined by drawing lots, with the winners drawing first."
A bamboo skewer bucket containing five bamboo skewers was brought to the five people in the winning group one by one.
Lin Jun casually pulled out a bamboo stick, his eyes full of meaning. Was he destined to run into Jiang Deng this time? The sooner he could deal with Jiang Deng, the sooner he could put an end to his worries.
Xiao Yan was the next to draw lots. He pulled out the bamboo stick closest to him from the bamboo stick bucket and silently chanted in his heart: Ginger lamp, ginger lamp, ginger lamp...
Ying Ziru carefully picked and picked in the bamboo stick bucket, and finally chose the one that he liked the most. He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed: Please don’t let him draw the ginger lantern!
His game ended earlier, so he watched the match between Jiang Deng and Zhou Shan. After watching the match, he immediately dispelled his contempt for Jiang Deng.
Because even though he has always been very confident in his own strength, he is not very sure that he can defeat Zhou Shan. However, Jiang Deng defeated Zhou Shan without getting injured, which shows how terrifying Jiang Deng is!
So, God please don’t let him draw the ginger lantern!
After Ying Ziru drew the lots, the bamboo stick bucket came in front of Jiang Deng.
At this time, there were only two bamboo sticks left in the bamboo tube.
Jiang Deng didn't think too much about it and randomly drew a bamboo stick. Although she really hoped to draw Xiao Yan, if she really couldn't, anyone except Jiang Zhiling would be fine.
Jiang Zhiling took the last bamboo stick from the bamboo tube.
As the bamboo stick bucket was empty, names appeared on the bamboo sticks held by the five people.
Jiang Deng lowered his head and looked at his bamboo stick. Three big words appeared on it - Ying Ziru.
“…”
Tsk, it’s really happening even though I don’t want it to happen.
Jiang Deng suppressed his frustration and looked at Jiang Zhiling beside him. "Zhiling, who did you draw as your opponent?"
Jiang Zhiling showed her bamboo sticks, "Hey, look, sister!"
The bamboo stick was empty, there was only one bye!
Jiang Deng: “…”
I have to say that luck is also a kind of strength. She is tired of saying the word "envy".
Like Jiang Deng, the others were also dissatisfied with the draw results.
Seeing the name 'Xiao Yan' appear on the bamboo stick, a hint of anger flashed in Lin Jun's eyes. Why hasn't he drawn Jiang Deng yet?
Could it be that... he and Jiang Deng are not destined to be together?
No! He doesn't believe it!
Looking at the word 'Lin Jun' on the bamboo stick, Xiao Yan's face darkened. How could he miss Jiang Deng so many times? In the next game, I must draw Jiang Deng!
“…No way?”
Ying Ziru looked at the two words "Jiang Deng" on the bamboo stick and felt a little overwhelmed.
Why did he draw the ginger lantern?
In the last round, he couldn't draw Jiang Deng no matter what. In this round, he didn't want to draw Jiang Deng but he actually did!
Is God deliberately against him?
Manager Zhou had no time to comfort Ying Ziru, who was in a state of panic. After the winners' group finished drawing lots, he took back the bamboo stick bucket and continued to draw lots for the five people in the losers' group.
Soon, the results came out.
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