Chen Beifeng looked at it casually, and it was written the name of each Gathering Spirit Mountain monk, as well as the time when he joined Gathering Spirit Mountain.

"Well done. ”

Chen Beifeng put the list away, in fact, he just had to know this matter in his heart.

In the future, Chen Beifeng still wants to see it, if the aura is abundant enough, he also wants to expand the Gathering Spirit Mountain.

Now there are not many places for monks to live in Juling Mountain, and the Juling Villa where Chen Beifeng lives is just a mountain as a foil.

Just when Chen Beifeng and Han Zhong were still talking, the game on the field had entered the most important part.

The monks of the two sides are on the same footing, and they are all fighting hard to get the championship ranking.

Fortunately, Han Zhong set a slight ban on the field, although it was not very useful, it was not so easy to be affected by the attacks on the field.

When it is important, Chen Beifeng will naturally come forward.

"Come on!"

Song Qianzu didn't know who he was cheering for, waving his little fist.

"Who do you think will win?" Bai Lu asked in a whisper to Xiao Yun.

The two big men on the field, their faces and backs were covered with sweat, and although the fight was fierce, they were also cautious everywhere, and they had not seen blood yet.

"The one who wins, it will be me!

After a brief respite, the two sides were back together.

The battle between the two foundation building period monks was really nothing to see for Chen Beifeng.

The use of spells is too costly for the monks of the foundation building period.

The most stable way to fight is to fight hard with a flying sword.

Chen Beifeng also rarely became Yuan Chengquan who shouted 666 behind his back.

"He's unstable, beat him down! Always fight hard with a flying sword, you can't fight him." ”

was reminded by Chen Beifeng, the monk who had been at a disadvantage immediately attacked the other party.

The next set missed, and the opponent was almost kicked to the ground.

At the same time, he glanced at Chen Beifeng resentfully, they were all playing on the field, why did Chen Beifeng point out others?

It's good now, your weaknesses are known to the other party, how can you fight?

"You see I'm useless, you have to look at him!" He attacked again, turned around, and slapped him in the ear!" Chen Beifeng shouted.

Seeing the other party kicking him, this person gritted his teeth and listened to Chen Beifeng's command.

Dodge a kick and slap them in the face.

This kick was in the air, and he was slapped in the face again, and he suddenly felt like a gold star in his eyes.

"Hurry up, if you don't fight again, you'll lose!" Chen Beifeng shouted.

Originally, the two of them could still fight with each other, but when Chen Beifeng was so stirred, they were all angry, and they had a desperate posture.

The people who were originally watching from the side were relatively calm.

Chen Beifeng is next to him, so he should be elegant and leave a better impression on Chen Beifeng.

But Chen Beifeng led by example and shouted, and they naturally couldn't calm down, shouting and cheering one after another, pointing out a few words from time to time.

Chen Beifeng's guidance is relatively good, after all, he has rich combat experience, but these onlookers have a lot of appearances that they don't think it's a big deal, and they can't wait for the two of them to fight and lose both.

The ugliness of human nature is brought into full play.

"Hit him in the face!

"Give him a black tiger to dig out his heart, you will definitely be able to defeat him!"

The tears of the two people on the field were about to fall, and they didn't want to listen to them, but the sound was too loud, and some of them even used their divine senses.

The heart is disturbed, how can this be fought?

Half an hour later, the two finally finished the fight and sat on the ground sweating profusely.

"I finally won ......"

The winner's tears were about to fall, and this match was a torture for him.

Whether it is physical or mental, it seems to have been squeezed dry.

"It's over so soon? I haven't seen enough yet, so let's play in the next round. "Han Zhong deliberately did not finish the road.

The people who played this time quickly tasted the bitterness.

In the game just now, when the two of them shouted and cheered below, they made a lot of trouble.

This time it was someone else's turn to make trouble for them.

Especially the two people in the last game, the loudest shouting.

After the game, the two also lay down sweating profusely.

Now they know what it was like for those two people to play last game.

The game continued, and Han Zhong seemed to be very interested in this aspect of the competition, staring at it all the time, occasionally shouting twice to cheer.

Chen Beifeng watched from the side, but his interest soon faded.

When it first started, they were all monks with relatively low strength.

Although who plays against whom is decided by drawing lots, it is Han Zhong who decides when to play.

In order to keep the interest of those who watched the battle to the end, Han Zhong arranged those who were slightly stronger in the back.

In the early stage, they were basically monks in the foundation building period, and occasionally monks who had just entered the Jindan period appeared.

However, more than 100 monks competed, and time was a hard flaw.

There is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and when he sees that his opponent is in the early stage of Jindan, he immediately admits defeat.

This saves a lot of time.

But more than that, it was the two monks who fought for a quarter of an hour, and it was almost time to finish before the winner was decided.

And now it was noon, and Chen Beifeng heard the sound of Bai Lu and Song Qianzu's stomachs.

"Hungry?" asked Chen Beifeng in a low voice.

Song Qianzu's cheeks were slightly red, and when she came to Chen Beifeng, she seemed to be the first to be hungry.

As a big star, can't you be reserved?

But the sound of her stomach screaming told her not to be reserved.

"I'm dying of hunger......"

Song Qianzu whispered.

"Then after watching this competition, let's eat something first. Chen Beifeng said with a smile.

"Hmm. Song Qianzu responded.

The competition on the field is really attractive to them.

But it's also true that I'm hungry, and I can't even concentrate on watching the competition.

At the end of a game on the field, Chen Beifeng announced a two-hour break for everyone to have lunch.

For the monks, there was nothing wrong with skipping a meal.

But knowing that there were a few ladies next to Chen Beifeng, they would naturally understand.

"There's nothing to eat in the villa, you can't eat barbecue at noon, right?"

Chen Beifeng thought about it for a while and decided to take them down the mountain at noon.

It looked like a villa under the mountain, and after Tang Jing stayed alone, Chen Beifeng was a little uneasy.

As a son, I brought all the people who took care of her under the mountain with me, which was a bit too much.

Slowly descending the mountain, after returning to the villa, Chen Beifeng was surprised to find that Chen Dong and Li Shanhe had returned.

"Come back so soon?" Chen Beifeng couldn't help but ask.

Chen Beifeng thought that they would not be able to come back in a few days.

"You're all back, it's not good for us to stay in Kyoto any longer. Li Shanhe laughed dryly.

"That's right, we haven't eaten yet, you go find a way to get some food and come back. Chen Beifeng said with a smile.

It's far from restaurants and supermarkets, so you have to drive there every time you buy groceries or food.