Seeing his gritted teeth, Fengling grinned, realizing that happiness is so simple.
Then, Jukuro entered the game.
In a one-on-one fight, even without using the Duancheng Blade technique, Guan Cheng would completely crush his opponent simply by wielding his giant blade!
There wasn't a single skill used throughout; it was just simple, unadorned slashing attacks!
But the demons opposite him were cut down and fled in terror.
I couldn't dodge the attack, so I immediately gave up!
Those present couldn't help but marvel:
"Number one on the Azure Spirit Ranking, still number one on the Azure Spirit Ranking!"
"Probably the strongest seventh-tier cultivator of our time!"
The wind chimes laughed heartily:
"Feng Jiahao achieves an eight-kill streak!"
"Damn it... I lost again!"
"There's nothing we can do; it's Ruoguan City!"
If Guan Cheng finished fighting, he would look at Jiu Chan Shi and Jiu Chan Shi would say indifferently:
"Well done, no push-ups needed."
Everyone was surprised to hear this:
"It can even compliment people!"
"Maybe he drank too much?"
Upon hearing this, Jiu Zhuan Shi raised an eyebrow:
"How dare you talk like that!"
As he spoke, he grabbed the empty wine jar and threw it at the spirit master who had just spoken.
The spirit master was startled, caught the wine jar, and looked warily at the wine-wrapped corpse, thinking that he was about to continue his attack.
But the corpse-entangled wine didn't do anything; it just glared at him. With the wind chimes around, he didn't cause any trouble.
To be honest, even Guan Cheng was somewhat surprised; this was the first time Jiu Chan Shi had ever praised him...
Are you really drunk?
In fact, the person who was drunk was not only not drunk, but was actually quite sober.
Because, during the battle at Ruoguan City, he saw that Yin Kongmen had stopped doing push-ups and was staring intently at the battle.
He knew that Yin Kongmen actually regarded Ruoguan City as an opponent.
Therefore, he deliberately did not punish Ruoguancheng, hoping to motivate Yinkongmen in the process.
This was quite successful. Yin Kongmen did push-ups even harder than before, and there was a hint of resentment in his eyes.
He wants to become stronger and surpass Ruoguancheng!
Subsequently, the Feng family achieved a twelve-game winning streak.
After each victory, Fengling would jokingly tease the spirit masters.
Gradually, the spirit masters began to cheer on the demon race.
"Give it your all! Charge!"
"Go for it! Hit him! Yes! Keep your distance and don't give him a chance to use that punch!"
"NICE!"
Wuhu!
When a demon clan member won a victory, the younger generation of spirit masters immediately threw a party!
"Well done!"
The wind chime sneered:
"Ha, winning once is like celebrating the New Year, tsk tsk... what a lack of ambition."
The moment he finished speaking, the other person's expression immediately fell!
"We'll definitely win next time! Just you wait and see!"
Clearly, those young people were also determined to outdo the wind chimes.
The losing spirit master returned to the opposing camp.
Seeing this, Feng Ling smiled and then picked another spiritual master who didn't really want to stay with the Feng family.
That's right, Fengling can probably tell who wants to stay and who doesn't.
The people in front were deliberately chosen to stay; now we're starting to select those who don't want to stay, to give those spirit masters a taste of the sweetness.
Soon, the Spirit Master faction achieved a six-game winning streak.
They were overjoyed and started mocking the wind chimes.
Feng Ling pretended to be a little embarrassed, but inwardly she was sneering.
Yan Dingyun's face grew increasingly gloomy.
Now that's great, those spirit masters are really treating the demons in their own camp as their own people!
Even though it's just a game, something feels off.
He didn't want to say anything, since he had been emphasizing that it was just a game, and it would be rude of him to say something like that.
It's awful!
He knew very well that the wind chimes were subtly shaking the hearts of these spiritual masters.
To pave the way for my future.
Never underestimate these seemingly insignificant little things.
These kinds of things accumulate little by little, and the seed in your heart will grow bigger and bigger.
Yan Dingyun looked at the wind chimes and suddenly remembered what her master had said.
In the current situation, Wind Chime and Ling Shu Pavilion are the key players on both sides.
The Spirit Pivot Pavilion holds the white piece, representing the Spirit Master.
The wind chimes are black, representing the demon race.
The game has already begun, and Wind Chime has gained the upper hand with several clever moves in recent months!
And this is just the opening; who knows what other ruthless tricks they have up their sleeves.
How can we break this deadlock?
Ignoring the situation will only put Bai Zi in a more passive position.
This is something Yan Dingyun needs to think about now.
As the two sides competed, the atmosphere in the arena became increasingly lively.
The same applies to live streaming rooms:
[Bet opens! Place your bets! Bets start at 50 cents and go up to 10 dollars!]
[Five cents! Gambling on Feng's house!]
I'm going all in on Spirit Masters!
It's a pity Yan Dingyun didn't watch the live stream, otherwise she would be furious.
You guys seem pretty happy, right?
Of course, what worried him most were the victorious spirit masters.
Are they like Lei Jingyun, who truly don't want to lose to the demon race, or do they want to stay with the Feng family?
Yan Dingyun stared intently at the wind chimes that were constantly adding fuel to the fire in the arena, his expression gradually becoming serious.
This guy, although only 19 years old, is incredibly cunning!
Previously, Yan Dingyun might have genuinely thought of him as just an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man, but starting today, he must take him seriously.
We must not underestimate him.
Several hours passed, and the battle continued for a long time.
There are already 339 people in the Feng family doing push-ups.
If Guan Cheng were also doing it, he wouldn't give up any opportunity to train.
The current victory ratio between the Feng family and the Spirit Master faction is: [339:139]
The score was quite lopsided.
The spirit masters were frantic; if they kept losing, more than half the total number of people would be gone.
By evening, the spiritual masters from the Ruolei and Lei families had ultimately won by a large margin of 439 to 191!
At this moment, Feng Ling smiled slightly. She had been deliberately choosing people from the Ruo and Lei families, but now she was going to start choosing people from the Bai family.
But before that, Xiaoxiao and Shili Guiyan brought out a huge, nine-layered cake.
On each floor, there are several cute little figures.
There are Wind Chime, Sky Crow, Wine-Entangled Corpse, Blood Princess, Duke, Dark Spirit Butler, and Laughing.
There were even Ruoguancheng, Yinkongmen, Xiaohui, Lei Jingyun...
Of course, most importantly, there's Ruo Qingyan!
because...
"Hehehe! Young Master! Look at the cake that the Young Madam ordered for you! It's huge!"
Ruo Qingyan's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, she forgot to tell Xiaoxiao not to say it in public!
Upon hearing this, Feng Ling turned to look at Ruo Qingyan in surprise, but Ruo Qingyan shyly turned her head away.
"I... just picked it randomly."
A sour smell began to permeate the air.
The live stream chat was flooded with messages!
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