Chapter 188 The loser will go out with me for training

The atmosphere became tense, and everyone went from being afraid of the Prince and Zhaocai to being the sparring partners that everyone lined up to make appointments with.

The prince was very happy because he only needed to hit twice and someone would come to deliver food, and every meal was his favorite barbecue with the spirit sword. Occasionally, if he acted exhausted and went on strike, he would get a cup of super delicious fat head juice.

If Fathead wasn't its professional translator and there wasn't only one left to be recycled, it would have swallowed Fathead in one gulp when Little Dad wasn't paying attention.

Compared to the prince who was getting more and more courageous, Zhaocai was a little unhappy. His stored food was almost eaten up. He was locked in the box every day and could not come out to play like the prince and Fatty. When he came out, he had to fight. Even if he won, he was not given food. He was not in a very good mood.

So in order to take care of the mood of attracting wealth, Ye Linglong had no choice but to go to the uninhabited mountain in the middle of the night with the moon to attract wealth, watch the new movie made by the second senior sister, and eat fructose made from fat head juice together.

Fathead has been dragged out to be juiced every day recently, and he is in a very bad mood. He has wanted to strike and run away from home countless times, but was finally lured back. There are too many SPA talismans given by Ye Linglong, so let's just treat it as a way to lose weight and become a beautiful Fathead with a graceful figure to dazzle everyone's eyes!

So, in the dark and windy night, on the deserted hillside, Ye Linglong’s babies leaned against the rocks, had SPA, watched movies, ate snacks, and were in a very happy mood.

At the foot of the hill, Qingxuan Sect’s disciples were still practicing late at night, absorbing the essence of the moon and the spiritual energy of the mountain, in an inexplicable harmony.

Anyone who is ready and wants to practice actual combat can run to the top of the hill and call a sparring partner down. You are guaranteed to receive ten times the firepower. After all, anyone who is disturbed while watching a movie will be in a bad mood, and it is normal to be a little irritable.

At that time, the prince had just come back from the hillside and snorted twice unhappily.

"Don't bother with those stupid humans. They always get beaten because they are born weak and incompetent. Their talents are low and rubbish. If we were born strong like us, we wouldn't have to work hard at all."

Fathead's tone was very arrogant.

But the prince felt much better after hearing this. Zhaocai rolled his eyes, but he didn't know whether it understood or not.

"Forget it. Even though they are stupid and weak, their service is good. If we satisfy them, they will spend more energy to support us. The hard work is theirs, and we get to enjoy ourselves by lying down."

After Fathead said this, he turned over and changed his position, looking extremely happy.

The prince looked up at the moon. Since he was born, he had never seen anything except his parents. Apart from knowing that he was the prince, he had never seen anything else and was thrown here.

It doesn't know what to do. Well, there are stupid humans who provide for it, and it enjoys it. So who makes it born superior?

Zhaocai's eyes moved slightly again. It didn't have many thoughts. It just knew that it couldn't bite the little people and animals on the picture, but it could eat anything else and it was quite comfortable now.

In a blink of an eye, the most tense and exciting moment finally arrived.

Starting from the quarterfinals, all subsequent matches will be held in the largest arena that can accommodate 10,000 people.

Today's competition is the top eight to top four. The beginner, intermediate and advanced categories are held on the same day, which is very interesting.

The competition venue was still packed with people and the atmosphere was heated. The closer it got to the final stage, the more tense and exciting the competition became.

The first competition to start was the beginner's group competition, which ended very quickly. When the top eight were in the quarterfinals, Ye Linglong, Yu Xingzhou, Ye Rongyue and a disciple from Kunwu City each defeated their opponents and successfully advanced.

After the beginner group competition ended, the intermediate group competition began.

Mu Xiaoran quickly defeated his Jindan-stage opponent and advanced to the top four, but when it came to Ji Zizhuo and Ning Mingcheng, he became anxious.

The first internal war among Qingxuan Sect disciples. Two people stood on the fighting stage, and only one could be promoted in the end.

At this time, the atmosphere group of Qingxuan Sect was shouting enthusiastically, cheering for Ning Mingcheng on one side and Ji Zizhuo on the other side. At first glance, they looked like schizophrenia.

But the members of the atmosphere group don't care about other people's opinions at all. Others don't understand their happiness.

No matter which of the two shout, one of them will win, and the myth of their atmosphere group winning every game will never end.

The competition officially began, and Ye Linglong sat in the audience and watched the two brothers fight.

At the beginning, the two men fought relatively politely, with blows going back and forth, and the audience was watching with gusto.

"The two disciples of Qingxuan Sect are both handsome in their own ways. I would feel bad if either of them loses."

"Aren't they from the same sect? And they are of similar age. Why are their sword moves completely different? It's like they are from two different sects."

"It seems that way. Let's fight for a while longer. I will continue to admire their beauty while my senior brother continues to study how to deal with them."

Ye Linglong frowned as he heard this. This wouldn't do.

One of them is bound to lose today. If they keep procrastinating and are unwilling to take ruthless action, they will be figured out by others.

So, she suddenly stood up from the audience and shouted to the arena: "Senior brother is so awesome! Those who win can go back and have a good rest, and those who lose can go out with me to gain experience!"

With this shout, the two originally lazy men suddenly changed their previous state, their momentum soared, and they exploded in an instant, their sword moves became faster and faster, and their spells flew all over the field.

It was as if two people had a blood feud, hacking and stabbing each other, fighting to the death, which stunned all the spectators present.

In the end, Ji Zizhuo, who often went to fight and had a single spiritual root of water, defeated Ning Mingcheng with a slight advantage with the help of rich combat experience and the advantage of attribute restraint, and successfully advanced to the semi-finals of the intermediate group.

The moment he won, he was so excited that he almost jumped up. He was so happy that it made people wonder if he had not just won a quarter-final elimination match, but won the championship of the intermediate group.

Ning Mingcheng, who lost the game, simply fell to the ground and couldn't get up. He was clearly injured by several swords, and it looked like he was about to die. It was a miserable sight, and anyone seeing it would feel sorry for him.

The spectators were stunned to see a fight that seemed to last for who knows how long suddenly ended.

Lu Baiwei immediately gave Ye Linglong a thumbs up.

"I would like to call my little sister the best in the whole event."

"You're welcome."

After the competition, Ji Zizhuo grabbed Ning Mingcheng off the arena and brought him to Ye Linglong happily.

"Sixth Senior Brother, I will leave Junior Sister to you from now on. You must take good care of her."

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Regret, Ning Mingcheng regretted it very much at that time.

If he had changed his fighting style before losing the match, he wouldn't be in such a terrible situation now.

"Junior sister..."

"Sixth Brother, I know you are very sad after losing the game. It doesn't matter. I will practice with you in the future. You will definitely be able to surpass Seventh Brother in the future."

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If the heart could make a sound, it would be the sound of crackling.