How could she be so lucky?!
This is a Heavenly Rank Spirit Sword with a sword spirit!
Yun Jing and the others looked at Xi Ling'er, who was now completely out of sorts, and exchanged bewildered glances.
It seems she's really alright now...
...
In contrast to the pleasant atmosphere on this side, Qin Ziteng on the other side was almost driven crazy by the bugs on his butt.
After escaping from the spectator area, he originally intended to go back to his room to deal with his backside.
But halfway there, Qin Ziteng couldn't take it anymore and dragged his junior brother into a small grove of trees.
He didn't know what the thing on his butt was, but the feeling it gave him was so strange it made his scalp tingle.
Because now, Qin Ziteng's buttocks are not just sore.
Instead, it felt numb, itchy, and painful.
The kind that pierces your heart...
This feeling was even worse than when he was going through the sixth stage of the elimination rounds in the grand competition, on that extremely poisonous path!
After being dragged into the grove by Qin Ziteng, a moment later, the junior brother's somewhat frightened voice could be heard from inside.
"Senior Brother Qin, what... what do you intend to do to me?"
"Quick! There's no one here. Help me pull down my pants and take a look at my butt. I can't take it anymore!"
"Senior Brother Qin, please don't do this..."
As soon as Song Tianyu caught up, he heard this conversation that gave him goosebumps.
He stopped in his tracks, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets in shock.
Just now, at the competition venue, Song Tianyu also witnessed Qin Ziteng's outrageous actions in public.
However, he was quite far from Qin Ziteng at the time and didn't hear the details clearly.
By the time Song Tianyu realized what was happening and was about to go forward to ask, Qin Ziteng had already covered his face and dragged one of their fellow disciples away.
He was a little worried, and after hesitating for a moment, he followed.
only.
Given the current situation...
Should he go in, or not?
...
The individual competitions are still ongoing.
In the afternoon, when Gu Xiaochui drew lots, he was once again left out.
Everyone had become so used to his incredible luck that they were completely numb to it.
Qi Yufei glanced at the bye ticket in Gu Xiaochui's hand, then at the ticket in his own hand, sighed helplessly, and resigned himself to participating in the competition.
Before leaving, he patted Ling Mo on the shoulder and said something in a deep voice.
"Third Senior Brother, don't forget, if we ever get a chance to face Song Tianyu, we have to avenge Fifth Junior Sister and beat me up too, understand?"
Ling Mo: "..."
Next, while Ling Mo was drawing lots, Gu Xiaochui kept nagging beside him.
"I must draw Song Tianyu! I must draw Song Tianyu!"
He beat their fifth junior sister until she was covered in blood. If he didn't get his revenge, he might not be able to sleep at night!
As soon as Ling Mo finished drawing lots, Gu Xiaochui and the others swarmed over.
Gu Xiaochui asked expectantly, "What number?"
Ling Mo showed them the jade slip in her hand and replied, "Number C11."
"Contestants who have drawn lots, please stand in your respective positions and confirm your opponents," the referee's voice rang out.
Upon hearing this, Yun Jing and Gu Xiaochui immediately urged Ling Mo to hurry up.
"Go quickly!"
Xi Ling'er stroked the Illusionary Spirit Sword in her hand like a precious treasure. Seeing that everyone wanted to avenge her injury that morning, she thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I was simply less skilled than my opponents in the competition this morning..."
In competitions and friendly exchanges, injuries are inevitable.
Gu Xiaochui frowned. "That's true, but Song Tianyu attacked so hard during the competition this morning. He was obviously avenging Qin Ziteng. If he can seek revenge on his junior brother from you, why can't we seek revenge on you from him?"
Ning Lingling chimed in, "That's right! If he runs into Third Senior Brother and gets beaten up, it's because he's not as skilled as him."
Yun Jing also agreed with this.
He glanced at Ling Mo's figure and asked, "What if Third Junior Brother doesn't draw Song Tianyu this time?"
Gu Xiaochui replied, "That's fine. They're in the same group anyway. Unless Song Tianyu loses to someone else, they'll meet sooner or later."
"In short, Song Tianyu is definitely not going to escape this beating!"
...
Surprisingly, Ling Mo actually drew Song Tianyu this time.
The spectators in the viewing area watched the two players on the field with incredibly varied expressions.
Are Rongling Sect and Yaohuo Sect at odds?
What should have been a great individual competition turned into a revenge drama.
Facing a master like Ling Mo, Song Tianyu gripped his spirit sword tightly, appearing very serious.
Although he was very nervous, he also wanted to take this opportunity to see it properly.
Look at him compared to Ling Mo.
Just how big is the gap?
Both of them are not good with words; they would rather take action than talk.
At the referee's signal, both men moved with lightning speed and quickly engaged in combat.
at the same time.
In Qin Ziteng's room.
Qin Ziteng lay on the bed, groaning, his two buttocks, riddled with bloody holes from insects, exposed to the cold air, covered with medicine.
He looked as disheveled as could be.
An elder from the Yao Huo Sect's Spirit Medicine Hall was standing by the bedside, healing his injuries.
The elder was completely baffled when he glanced at the two bloody worms that had been dug out of the iron basin.
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