Chapter 52 Strange Bamboo Stick

Linger didn't want Huangfu Yuran to worry too much about herself. She squeezed her mouth and smiled and shook her head gently to indicate that she was fine. Huangfu Yuran saw Linger smile, so he happily praised how powerful Linger was. Hearing this, Zhao Xin and Li Qing were stunned and knew that Huangfu Yuran must have exaggerated his words, but he thought of the scene in the ring just now seemed to be true.

After the Linger competition, the first round was over. The middle-aged man appeared in the ring again and said, "The first round of the competition is wonderful. Although there is no scene of magic weapons flying all over the sky, it is also eye-opening. Some disciples just need a break from the trial competition, and the next round of competition will be held in the afternoon. Next, the disciples who participate in the next round of competition will come to me to draw lots.

Huangfu Yuran turned his head and looked at Zhao Xin. Seeing that Zhao Xin was still sitting in a chair and had no intention of getting up, he asked curiously, "Brother Zhao, shall we go and draw lots?"

Zhao Xin shook his head and said, "Go first. This time I'm going to draw the last time, and I'm going to draw No. 8 that doesn't have to compete."

Huangfu Yuran was stunned by Zhao Xin's words. Does the number of this draw have anything to do with the drawing time sooner or later? He looked at Zhao Xin confusedly, turned his head and nodded to Linger, stood up and walked to the ring, shaking his head as he walked.

Linger followed Huangfu Yuran and left step by step. Li Qing looked at Huangfu Yuran in an embarrassment and suddenly Linger, turned his head to look at Zhao Xin with an indifferent face, and sighed and followed Huangfu Yuran away. Zhao Xin was still waiting calmly.

Huangfu Yuran walked to the ring, and the middle-aged man saw Huangfu Yuran walking in the front at a glance. Thinking of what the head of the family ordered, he quickly put the real gas into the signature tube and attached all the signatures other than No. 8 to the signature tube. That is to say, Huangfu Yuran could only pull out No. 8 from the signature tube, and he couldn't draw the rest. Seeing Huangfu Yuran walking in front of him, he handed the signature box to Huangfu Yuran with a smile.

Huangfu Yuran also smiled at the middle-aged man, stretched out his little hand and pulled it in the signature box a few times, and casually pinched one and was about to take it out. However, beyond Huangfu's expectation, the sign was still tattooed. Huangfu Yuran frowned and tried with a little strength, but still couldn't pull it out. Shaking his head and giving up, pinching the other one, holding it hard but still motionless. Now Huangfu Yuran feels wrong. Others can easily pull it out. Why can't he take it out by himself? He reached out and tried something else, but the result was still the same, and he couldn't help whispering, "Huh?" With a sound.

Linger, who followed him, heard Huangfu Yuran's question and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Yuran? Why don't you draw lots?

Huangfu Yuran turned around with a bitter face and said to Linger, "I... I can't smoke!"

Huh? Why can't you smoke? Let me have a try." With that, he stretched out his hand to the signing box.

When the middle-aged man saw that Huangfu Yuran did not pull it out but replaced Linger to pump, he withdrew his true anger and looked at the people in front of him with a smile. Linger put her hand into the stick and pinched one casually, gently took out the stick, shook the stick and said, "See? This can be extracted!"

It's so strange. Let me try again." With that, Huangfu Yuran reached out and pinched the bamboo stick again and picked it up, but he still didn't move. He exclaimed in surprise, "Look! Don't move at all!"

Linger asked with a little surprise, "Which one do you want?" Huangfu Yuran pointed with his finger. Linger reached out and took out the one pointed by Huangfu Yuran and handed it to Huangfu Yuran. He didn't wait for Huangfu Yuran to take it over. The middle-aged man had reached out and took the bamboo stick back and said, "You can't draw it instead. Let him draw it by himself." With that, he inserted the bamboo stick back into the signature box and shook it, and handed it to Huangfu Yuran again.

Huangfu Yuran reached into the sign and muttered, "I don't believe in this evil." I pinched the bamboo stick in the stick one by one and tried it. Finally, there was one that could be picked up. In my heart, I took out the bamboo stick with strength. Because I pedaled too hard and stepped back several steps, I stood firm and shouted, "Haha, I took it out. This is mine."

Everyone looked at Huangfu Yuran, who was dancing while looking at the monster. Li Qing also smiled and took out a bamboo stick and followed Huangfu Yuran to the registration office.

After everyone left, there was only a bamboo stick left in the stick. The middle-aged man shouted, "Who else hasn't come to draw lots?"

When Zhao Xin saw that there was only one left, he quickly stood up and trotted over and said, "My, mine."

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Xin who came and snorted coldly, "What? Do you still want to send it to you? Then!" With that, he threw the last bamboo stick to Zhao Xin who ran over. Zhao Xin took the bamboo stick and bowed and said, "I dare not bother you. Thank you." After saying that, he turned around and ran to the registration place.

But he stopped halfway, holding a bamboo stick in his hand and howled, "Oh, my God, are you kidding me? Why is it still No. 1? What I want is No. 8!"

No one paid attention to Zhao Xin's shouting. Zhao Xin also found this situation after howling for a while and went to register dejected.

After everyone registered, Huangfu Yuran and Linger went to find Qing Lingzi and talked to Qing Lingzi. Qing Lingzi directly said to Linger, "Linger, what you did today is not right! The most taboo for practitioners is to be unstable!"

Linger was eager to argue, "But he..."

"He is not enough to affect you. How can you easily get angry if you turn a deaf ear? If you can endure everything, you can endure it. A calm mentality can give you the best performance. Qing Lingzi interrupted Linger's explanation.

Linger lowered her head and said faintly, "Linger wrote it down. Thank you for your teaching."

Qing Lingzi nodded and said with a smile, "There is still some time until the afternoon game, you can go out for a walk. Remember not to be late for the afternoon game.

Huangfu Yuran agreed and pulled Linger to the gate of the martial arts hall. Zhao Xin and Li Qing also followed him out.

At the place where the lottery was drawn to sign up, he gently pointed to the registration book and asked coldly, "Tell me what's going on?"

The middle-aged man standing behind him took a glance at the place he pointed to and saw Huangfu Yuran No. 9 on it. The middle-aged man frowned and said doubtfully, "I clearly remember that he drew No. 8. Did he change it with someone?"

Qingyang felt this possibility when he heard the middle-aged man say this. He pointed to the names on the notebook one by one, and then saw the words Linger No. 8 in Huangfuyu's face. He nodded thoughtfully and said, "He did change the number with someone, but they were all the head of the door. Disciple, change it. Not surprisingly, there will be only eight players left in the next round, and there will be no luck again. After saying that, he shook his head gently and walked back.

The middle-aged man didn't know how to explain this matter, but now it seems useless. What just made him understand was why the light Yang, who had just vowed not to stop, would no longer pursue it. However, it's not a bad thing for me not to pursue this matter. I'm too lazy to care about these things. After this competition, I went to practice at ease, and it's not much to think so much.

After noon, everyone returned to the martial arts hall, because the game started at the beginning. When the belated Huangfu Yuran and others came back, the middle-aged man had already stood on the ring and was ready to announce the start.

Huangfu Yuran pouted and said, "Isn't this too hurried? I haven't played enough yet!"

"The game is important. After the game, will Linger accompany you for a good turn?" Linger comforted Huangfu Yuran.

Huangfu Yuran curled his little mouth to say something, but finally didn't say anything, because the middle-aged man in the ring had begun to speak: "It's almost time, and the game is about to begin. It's still the original rule, No. 1 against No. 15, so that the No. 8 will go directly to the next round of the game. Divide into seven groups, each group has a piece of incense, and the next No. 1 and No. 15 go to the ring to prepare to start. After saying that, he turned around and flew off the ring.

Zhao Xin stood up with a long gun and said, "Look at my heroic posture again, I'm sure to win!" After saying that, he walked towards the ring. After just a few steps, he turned around and looked at Huangfu Yuran and asked, "Yuran, can you tell me how you drew lots?"

Huangfu Yuran blinked and said, "How else can I smoke? Just draw any one, but I never look at the number.

Zhao Xin nodded and said, "Well, I see. I'll go." After saying that, he walked to the ring without looking back.

Huangfu Yuran and Linger behind him were full of doubts. What did he understand? Why is it so inexplicable?

It is said that when Zhao Xin stepped into the ring, there was already a person standing opposite him. This is a girl who looks only eleven or twelve years old. The girl was wearing a light blue silk shirt and holding a delicate dagger in her hand. Seeing Zhao Xin walking into the ring, a faint panic appeared on the lovely Apple's face.

Zhao Xin stood still and waved his long gun and said, "I am Zhao Xin, the elder..."

Before Zhao Xin finished speaking, the girl interrupted Zhao Xin and said, "I know you, you are very bad!"

Huh? Where did you start with this? Zhao Xin couldn't help frowning when he heard the girl say that he was bad.

The girl hung her dagger around her waist, pouted her little mouth with her little finger and said, "Should you hit others and say that you are not bad?"

Zhao Xin felt that he was going to sweat coldly. Why didn't this girl lift any pot? Embarrassing explanation: "I didn't mean to..."

The girl shook her hair and said with an uninterested expression, "How do I know this? Don't you think so?"

"This..." Zhao Xin only felt that he couldn't say anything.

The girl continued, "I won't fight with you, you bad guy!"