Because of the large number of participants, Yi Ru and Xuan Ying did not wait for the first round of the competition to end. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After the eighteenth game, the sky was dark, and the guard elder announced that there were nine groups left that had not yet competed, and they would continue to compete at two o'clock tomorrow.

After the announcement, the people under the ring slowly dispersed, just as Yi Ru was a little entangled in whether to send Xuan Ying back first?! Or turn around and go back directly.

But soon Yiru found out that she was too worried, because Mingyou had already arrived, and it didn't seem to be injured, and she thought that the first round should have passed safely.

"Uncle Xiao, Uncle Yiru, the disciple is late, I don't know how the competition will be today?!"

Xuan Ying said in a natural tone: "Win in seconds!" ”

Although he knew that what Xuan Ying said was the truth, but for some reason when he heard the tone of Xuan Ying's words, Yi Ru always felt that his hands seemed to be a little itchy. Mingyou looked accustomed to it: "It's worthy of being a little uncle, so there's really no need to worry!" ”

Then he asked, "I don't know how easy it is to be like Uncle Shi?!" ”

Yi Ru's tone is flat: "Pass"

Mingyou praised again, Yi Ru thought about the exchange of gifts, and also asked: "I wonder if Mingyou's nephew can pass the test?!" ”

Ming You smiled gently: "The disciple lost"

Yi Ru looked surprised, don't blame her for being surprised, seeing that Ming You doesn't look like a loser no matter what. And according to Mingyou's cultivation, it's hard to imagine that he will lose in the first game.

Xuan Ying seemed to have guessed something: "The other party is a woman?!" ”

Ming You was a little surprised: "How did Uncle Xiao know?!" The other party was a female disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and the disciple accidentally tore someone's clothes, and he felt guilty, so he directly admitted defeat. The tone is very casual, making people feel that what they lost is just an ordinary competition.

Xuan Ying seemed to be accustomed to it, and his tone was cold and sharp: "If you let Senior Brother know, after returning to the sect, you will wait to copy the book!" ”

Yi Ru was a little speechless, she originally thought that Mingyou was a very serious person, but now it seems that she has lost her eyes, this is a living treasure at all, right?!

After Mingyou left with Xuanying, Yi Ru returned to his residence. At this time, Lu Hanxue had not yet returned, so it was easy to return to his room and meditate directly. After this battle today, although I was not injured, the aura consumption was a bit large, and I needed to replenish the aura in my body. Tomorrow is uncertain, and there may be another competition, so she naturally has to prepare in advance.

After a night of meditation, it is as easy as the aura in the body is full. Counting the hours, it's almost time to go to the ring.

After arriving in the ring, Yi Ru looked around and didn't see Xuan Ying. After choosing a place and standing up, it was easy to wait for the arrival of the guard elder.

Suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder, Yi Ru was startled, and turned her head to find that it was none other than Xuan Ying. Yi Ru was a little displeased: "Senior Brother Xuanying, you can call me, why do you want to shoot me, it will scare people!" ”

"Sorry"

Although it was an apology, Yi Ru felt that Xuan Ying's tone was unapologetic. Too lazy to bother with him, Yi Ru turned his head and continued to look at the ring.

After the time of Moyo's incense, the guard elder arrived in the ring. Announcing the official start of the nineteenth competition, the two sides of the competition entered the ring, and one of the people dressed in black caught Yi Ru's attention. Because she always felt that the aura on the other party's body was very weird, and it was extremely uncomfortable. But for a while, she couldn't say why.