From the beginning, Xiao Yu didn't feel that he was so persistent all the way to save his friends, and there was nothing to apologize for.

Knowing that he seems to have inadvertently stepped into someone's carefully arranged puzzle.

It's just that in order to be able to rescue his friends smoothly, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, and that's the only way it can be.

Moreover, Ma Tian with a yellow mask, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like those simple students in the Zhongdi Academy who only know how to bury their heads in martial arts, right?

No matter who he is, left or right, after this guy falls out of the ring, no one should dare to come out and reveal his identity.

Wouldn't it be better for everyone to just exchange hands in a daze and not tell each other?!

Looking at the thin body of Ma Tian, when it finally fell into the dust under the ring like a piece of dry firewood, Xiao Yu bent the corners of his mouth and thought silently.

Sure enough, someone under the ring soon rushed over, picked up the thin body of Ma Tian and hurriedly walked away, and even did not routinely rescue him on the spot.

Is that all right?

Don't ask, would you like to come back to power?

After taking a moment to retract the Chixiao sword into the scabbard behind him, Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows and didn't speak again.

I felt that on the referee's bench behind me, there were a few voices that were muttering in a low voice for a long time, and then the referee brother came in a hurry with a gong:

"In the eighteenth game, Ma Tian fell out of the ring and was automatically judged to lose. The winner of this game is Chi Yu! ”

In the familiar sound of the gong, Xiao Yu heard a few sporadic cheers a little away from the ring.

Xiao Yu smiled inadvertently, flew up, and jumped out of the ring very lightly.

Well, other people's attitudes towards her winning or losing actually don't matter at all.

The important thing is that she finally won and got her ticket to the finals.

Moreover, Xiao Yu felt that after being nervous all day, she was already very hungry, so hungry that she really didn't have the energy to think about anything else.

She wants to go home and go to the Tingtaoju where she can have a good meal quietly.

Such a thought was so urgent, she really didn't have time to think about anything else.

Yiyan went to take a shower, cleaned his face, changed into ordinary household clothes, and sat down at the dinner table again, Xiao Yu felt that Nangong Ping, who was sitting by the table full of delicious food with a smile, looked so pleasing to the eye, and when he spoke, he was so kind and considerate:

"Yu'er, I went out early in the morning today, and I didn't come back until now, I must be tired and hungry, right? Hurry up, eat quickly. By the way, have you ever been nervous and scared? ”

In Xiao Yu's ears, he only heard the phrase hurry up and eat quickly, and as for anything else, he couldn't tell the difference.

First, he picked up a piece of chicken thigh, and after taking a big bite quickly, Xiao Yu had time to look back at Nangong Ping, and asked vaguely:

"Ah, what?"

After taking a soup bowl and first helping Xiao Yu scoop a small bowl of stewed chicken soup, Nangong Ping replied gently:

"Nothing. Are you hungry? Don't talk about it yet, eat something first. Look, you seem to love chicken soup? As soon as you went out today, the king commanded them to kill a few more fat chickens and stew them on the stove. Look, doesn't that taste okay? ”