Chapter 55 God Plays with People

Get Ling'er's affirmative answer, and Huangfu Yuran danced happily. Before long, Linger's next sentence came: "However, you shouldn't cut other people's clothes, which is of great significance to a girl. Also, you also learned from them and specifically greeted other people's buttocks, didn't you? With that, he also pointed to Zhao Xin and Li Qing.

Huangfu Yuran did not refute Linger's words, shrank his head and spit out his little tongue. Hearing Linger say this, Zhao Xin next to him stopped. Zhao Xin suddenly stood up from the chair, spread out his hands and said, "What does this have to do with me? Don't wear this high hat!"

Linger put her hands on her waist and said, "Who let you take the lead and prick someone's buttocks with a long gun?"

Zhao Xin also wanted to explain something. Seeing Linger's current appearance, he still closed his mouth obediently. If it made this little aunt angry, it would be exciting. I can't afford to provoke you, can't I hide? Thinking of this, Zhao Xin shrugged his shoulders and said faintly, "Well, it's all my fault. I brought him to bad." After saying that, he turned around and picked up the long gun leaning against the chair and walked to the camp of the elders.

Huangfu Yuran's game is over, and that's today's game is over. After Huangfu Yuran walked off the ring, the middle-aged man has come to the stage to announce this matter. He can go back today and start the next round of the game tomorrow, and the final will not be held in the afternoon.

Seeing that Zhao Xin and they all left, Huangfu Yuran also pulled Linger to find Qing Lingzi. Qing Lingzi explained something and took the two back to Yu Lingya Building. Naturally, Linger's delicious food was indispensable. During this period, Qinglingzi said some matters about cultivation, and I don't know whether Huangfu Yuran listened to it or not. He just nodded.

After eating the dinner prepared by Linger, several people rested early. Although this is one of the few opportunities for Qinglingzi to live in Yuling Yazhu, Huangfu Yuran originally wanted to ask something, but considering that there will be a game tomorrow, he will stop.

Early the next morning, Huangfu Yuran, who was sleeping, was taken out of the quilt by Qing Lingzi. Huangfu Yuran rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked lazily, "Master, is it so early? It's not easy for me to sleep well..."

In fact, Huangfu Yuran is right. Since he began to practice, Huangfu Yuran has never slept so sweetly. Almost most of the time is practice, often a few days after practice.

Qing Lingzi didn't give Huangfu Yuran a chance to complain. He shook his hand and threw Huangfu Yuran in ** and said, "Is it still early? Is it still early when it's dawn outside? Don't forget that the game will start at Chenshi, and it's almost time to get there.

Huangfu Yuran said while dressing, "It's still early. Is it still so urgent at the speed of the master?"

"Don't you eat? Well, you can sleep a little longer! I will ask you to leave after dinner with Linger. After saying that, he turned around and went out.

Huangfu Yuran had already put on his clothes, put on his boots and quickly chased him out.

After packing up and having breakfast, Qing Lingzi took Huangfu Yuran and Linger to the martial arts hall. Although it was not too late, the martial arts hall was still full when they arrived.

Next is the routine lottery. Zhao Xin has always been with Huangfu Yuran, and he also decided not to look at the signature like Huangfu Yuran. But when he got to the ring * to draw lots, Zhao Xin still felt unrelinquent.

After each person drew a bamboo stick, Zhao Xin gently patted Huangfu Yuran on the shoulder and said, "Yuran, do you think... can we change the number of the sign?"

Huangfu Yuran didn't care about this. He casually handed the bamboo stick to Zhao Xin, brought the bamboo stick handed over by Zhao Xin and said lightly, "Is there any difference? Anyway, we have to compete!"

Zhao Xin ignored Huangfu Yuran's words and walked to the registration place with a smile. Huangfu Yuran and others just shook their heads and followed them, registering for the competition.

When Zhao Xin was registered, Zhao Xin handed the number to the registered disciple and said, "Help me record it, Zhao Xin, thank you!" It's quite polite.

The disciple in charge of registration took the bamboo stick with a smile and looked down at the notebook. At the same time, he also read: "Zhao Xin, No. 1, the first scene."

Ah? What? You're right, right? Why is it number one again?" Zhao Xin's eyes widened in disbelief, reached out and grabbed the bamboo stick and looked at it carefully. He was sure that No. 1 undoubtedly frowned and shouted, "Oh, my God, are you kidding? Do you also win the bid?"

No one else paid attention to Zhao Xin's behavior. They handed in their numbers and signed their names one by one and went back. After finishing these, Huangfu Yuran saw that Zhao Xin was still there. He went over and slapped Zhao Xin on the buttocks and said, "Brother Zhao, let's go. There is no difference in how many numbers I have told you. Do you believe it now?"

Zhao Xin immediately reacted and pointed to Huangfu Yuran and asked, "Did you change it with me after seeing it?"

"Brother Zhao, what are you talking about? I didn't watch it! Besides, Brother Zhao wants to change it with me. If I know the first one, I don't want to change it with you!" With that, Zhao Xin turned around and left.

Zhao Xin sighed, took a long breath, threw the bamboo stick to the registered person, and returned to the place of rest dejectedly. He needs to adjust his state now, because the first game is to play by himself.

Huangfu Yuran, who returned to his seat and sat down, was attracted by the attention of the words of the two people behind him. One of them said, "This competition is really different from previous years!" Another asked, "Huh? Tell me, what's the difference?"

"You see, few people participated in the competition in the later stage of foundation-building in previous years, but this year it is different. Before the final, seven of the eight people were above the foundation-building period."

"This is really the case!"

"Also, have you heard that the rewards of this year's rookie competition are much better!"

What is the reward? Is it a spiritual weapon? In previous years, they were all treasures!" Hearing this, Huangfu Yuran also listened carefully. He also wanted to know what the reward was this year and whether it was worth working hard.

"The reward of the first place is a sword and a medium-grade spiritual weapon long sword, which is a spiritual weapon! The second place is the top-grade treasure armor, but it's not bad! The third place is only the ghost weapon. Of course, you can also choose to take the elixir. Other participating disciples will get the elixir suitable for their own cultivation.

"Ah? Such a good treatment! Unfortunately, it's not the year we participated in the competition..."

"That's right, but..."

“......”

Hearing this, Huangfu Yuran felt that there was no need to listen to it any more. It's just a medium-grade spiritual weapon. I haven't paid attention to it yet. You should know that your residual sun is the best spiritual weapon. Who knows that in such a free school, there are only a few people who can have spiritual weapons.

Shaking his head, Huangfu Yuran has lost interest in this competition, but he will still finish the game. He hasn't thought of being a deserter.

Thinking about this period, Zhao Xin's first game has been over. Zhao Xin was defeated and lost to a boy who looked sick. Zhao Xin suffered a minor injury.

The next second game is Nan Yunfei's game. Compared with other people, Huangfu Yuran still pays more attention to Nan Yunfei. After all, since the beginning of the game, I haven't seen Nan Yunfei fight, and his opponent has surrendered twice in a row.

After the sound of the gong, Nan Yunfei unfolded his body and fought with his opponent. Huangfu Yuran stared at it with big eyes and looked carefully, but he didn't see what was wrong. After a while, Nan Yunfei's opponent suddenly jumped out of the circle, said something with his fist in both hands and turned around and walked off the ring.

Huangfu Yuran felt wrong now. Why did the opponent get off the ring before he had won or lost? Is it a conspiracy to reveal this strange place? At this time, Nan Yunfei was looking at Huangfu Yuran with an evil smile. Huangfu Yuran was more sure of what he thought when he saw Nan Yunfei's smiling face. Although he knew that this was Nan Yunfei's trap against him, Huangfu Yuran may not be afraid of him. He looked awe-in and stared directly back at Nan Yunfei.

The second game ended with the easy victory of Nan Yunfei, and Nan Yunfei only made those moves, so no one can see through Nan Yunfei's real strength.

The next scene is Linger. Huangfu Yuran wiped his eyes and wanted to carefully appreciate Linger's posture. But she didn't expect that as soon as the game started, Linger directly summoned Piao Ling to roll up her opponent and throw it directly under the ring, thus quickly ending the game. Poor Huangfu Yuran's action of rubbing his eyes was over before the battle was over.

Seeing Linger's sharp game, Zhao Xin wiped the cold sweat from his head and felt that his original decision was so wise that he must not provoke this girl!

Next is the last scene in the morning, Huangfu Yuran's. Huangfu Yuran stood up and patted his buttocks. As he walked slowly to the ring, he muttered, "Sister Linger is really good. I can't play for a while. I haven't seen enough!" Even so, the game is still competitive. He bent down and pulled out two daggers in his boots and walked up to the ring with two daggers. It seems that Huangfu Yuran also wants to fight as quickly as Linger.

Walking to the ring, Huangfu Yuran's opponent had already stood there. Seeing Huangfu Yuran walking up with two daggers, he said with a faint smile, "Huangfu Yuran?"

Huangfu Yuran frowned gently and looked up at the teenager standing not far ahead. The teenager in front of him was about three or four years old, wearing a gorgeous dress, with a bun on his head and a golden hairpin inserted across it. The knife-like face is slightly sick, but it is not resolute. The corners of the mouth are curved with a trace of evil charm, which makes people feel a little immersed in it.

Huangfu Yuran looked at the teenager in front of him and asked, "Do you recognize me? That's right, I'm Huangfu Yuran. Who are you?