After wiping the cold sweat, Fu Ling took a set of clean clothes from the storage space and put them on, then said thank you to the female doctor and left.

Outside the treatment room, Feng Zhuo saw Fu Ling coming out, greeted her, looked at Fu Ling nervously, wanted to hug Fu Ling, but didn't dare, for fear of touching the wound on her body.

"Ah Ling, eat one." Ye Mingxuan saw Fu Ling come out, and hurriedly took out a pill and gave it to Fu Ling: "It's better." ”

Fu Ling took the pill and ate it.

After swallowing the pill, Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo and smiled: "Don't worry, I'm not fine, right?" ”

"It's just a little bit of a wound."

Feng Zhuo didn't speak, just looked at Fu Ling quietly.

"Alright, it's fine." Fu Ling raised his hand, pinched Feng Zhuo's face, and said, "If there is something, I will definitely say that there is still a game in the afternoon, go back to the arena." ”

"What's more, the big brother's game is about to start."

Ye Mingxuan and Feng Zhuo had no choice but to return to the arena with Fu Ling.

The three of them went back, and Ye Mingyuan just happened to be in the ring.

Ye Mingyuan is now a tenth-level spirit master, and he is only a little bit away from breaking through.

Ye Mingyuan's opponent was a person from Nanyang Imperial Academy, a fire-type spirit master.

And Ye Mingyuan is a double line of ice and wood.

The flames met the ice, and the cultivation was almost the same, and the competition between the two in the ring was very fierce!

The ice and the flames collided, and the two fought many times, and the people below couldn't take their eyes off it.

In the end, Ye Mingyuan narrowly won.

Ye Mingyuan was also a little injured, and after getting out of the ring, he went directly to the treatment room.

It was inconvenient for Ye Mu to leave, so he asked the three elders to take a look.

Ye Mingyuan hadn't come back yet, and Ye Mingxuan's game had begun.

Ye Mingxuan's opponent was Shen Huaiyi.

Shen Huai is also the seventh prince of the Dongzhou Empire, and not long ago, his cultivation broke through from the sixth level spirit master to the seventh level, and he is young, and his talent is good.

But unfortunately, Ye Mingxuan went from level seven to level eight not long ago, and the young Shen Huai also lost to Ye Mingxuan, who was also young.

After resting for half an hour, it was the turn of the game again.

Fu Ling's opponent in this competition is a sixth-level wood spirit master, which is better than the fire system.

At least not to get burned again.

Fu Ling came on the field and didn't spend much effort to win the opponent.

Not long after the end of the Soul Blowing Competition, Ye Mingyuan and Ye Mingxuan took the stage again.

After two competitions by one person, the afternoon game is over, and tomorrow's game will be within 100 places.

Each of the four empires sent ten Spirit Sect-level students.

Of the hundred, the students of the Spirit Sect accounted for forty.

The remaining 60 were selected after today's competition.

Starting tomorrow, the competition is no longer a draw, but is arranged by the teacher.

Such an arrangement is not good.

Because Emperor Dongzhou was very likely to buy off the people of the academy, he deliberately asked the teacher to arrange the players of the Spirit Sect to block the quota of the Spirit Sect as much as possible.

In this way, even if Shen Huaisan can't get the first place, as long as Shen Huaisang's place is in front of Fu Ling, the bet will be counted as Fu Ling's loss!

And......

Feng Zhuo and Nam Yi's bet is that Fu Ling must win the first place in the Four Nations Competition.

Otherwise, even if Feng Zhuo loses.

"Ah Ling." On the carriage back home, Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling and said, "Ah Ling, you can win Shen Huaisang, don't be the first." ”

Fu Ling closed his eyes and was thinking about tomorrow's game, and after listening to what Feng Zhuo said, he opened his eyes and asked, "Why?" ”

"If I don't get first place, your shards are gone."

900 million ......

The problem is not the money for taking pictures of the fragments, it is Feng Zhuo's liking.

If Feng Zhuo didn't like it, how could she spend so much money to take it?

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Chapter 138: Don't be the first