Although Qinghe is old, he is well maintained, has no wrinkles, and is kind and easy to get along with.

"Very good, very good, with Luo'er's help, Uncle Shi will be much more idle in the future."

Ling Luo smiled and nodded.

Next, Ling Luo followed Yan Bang to the seventh-floor book tower, took out the treasured Secret Realm Solitary Books left by the previous headmaster, and gave them to the Emperor.

With Yan Bang's special care, he didn't have to stay in the second floor of the book tower to clean, and he could spare a lot of time to cultivate.

After everything was taken care of, it was nearly night, Ling Luo walked out of the library tower, returned to the Xuanzi Pavilion, stopped cultivating, and slept with his head covered.

The next day, Ling Luo slept until he woke up naturally, and the muscles and bones of his whole body were so comfortable.

She got up and simply freshened up, and then saw Xuanyuan Yu in the courtyard.

"Luo'er, you're really a sleepy little lazy cat." Xuanyuan Yu sat on the edge of the stone table, drinking tea quite leisurely.

Ling Luo rolled his eyes and said, "You came in over the wall again?" ”

"It's not the first time anyway, what the hell do you care about." The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips were slightly hooked, and the crystal pupils were shining.

"Okay." She was helpless.

Ling Luo raised his head, stretched out his hand, put it in front of his eyes, and said, "Why is the sun so dazzling this morning?" ”

"Morning?" Xuanyuan Yu chuckled, "You're really sleeping stupidly, it's almost noon now." ”

"What?!" Ling Luo exclaimed, his eyes widened in disbelief, "Wouldn't that game be ......?"

Xuanyuan Yu nodded and said, "Yes, the competition has been going on for a while. ”

Ling Luo gritted his teeth: "Then why didn't you wake me up earlier?" ”

"You slept so deeply, so fragrantly, how could I be willing to wake you up." Against the light, Xuanyuan Yu smiled harmlessly.

Ling Luo grabbed Xuanyuan Yu's sleeve and dragged him out of the door.

"What?"

"Hurry up to the Sky Arena!"

So, before he even had time to eat breakfast, Ling Luo took Xuanyuan Yu and trotted all the way to the Sky Arena.

In this competition, the three grades are divided into three teams.

This morning's game is a contest between the first and second grades, and the rest of the people will play against the third grade in the afternoon.

From the perspective of fairness, it may be a little unfair, but the one who comes out of the election is definitely the strongest.

When Ling Luo ran to the edge of the largest arena, he found that the first-year students had been suppressed very badly.

Now on the stage, it is Su Ze.

He was using a spear in his hand, and before he made a move, he was cut off by the long sword of a third-order martial artist in the second grade opposite.

And Su Ze himself was directly kicked out of the arena by a heavy foot.

"Rubb, what a rubb." The second-year seniors who won looked up on the stage and smiled.

Shi Yi, the dean of the younger years in the audience, had a dull face, and the vice dean sitting beside him, Jing Chen, the second-year dean of education, was full of red light.

"Teacher Shi, in fact, when Dean Han proposed this competition, I already felt that there was no need for first-year students to participate, the difference in strength was too great, and it was a waste of our time to select."

Shi Yi's face was pale, his face was like a stubborn stone, and he said coldly: "What is this saying, vice dean, it's just that you lost a game." ”