Looking at Fu Ling's expression, Shen Huaisang only felt the anger in his heart.

Feng Zhuo glanced at them indifferently, didn't give them a chance to continue talking, and directly lowered the curtain, cutting off their sight.

Shen Huaisang stood outside the carriage, looking at the falling curtain, his eyes were red with anger.

Whether he was angry about Fu Ling's attitude, or angry about what he heard the people say just now, Shen Huaisang himself didn't know.

The rest of the royal family is also angry, but what can they do if they are angry again?

The current Whisk is no longer someone they can move casually.

Time passed minute by minute, Fu Ling didn't care if Shen Huaisang was still outside, and sat quietly in the carriage, waiting for Ye Mingyuan and them to come back.

However, before Ye Mingyuan and the others came back, Fu Ling waited for someone else.

"Whisk." Just as Fu Ling was sitting in the carriage and closing his eyes, a voice sounded outside the carriage.

Fu Ling heard the voice, opened his eyes, and before he could lift the curtain, Feng Zhuo had already taken the first step to help lift the curtain.

Outside the carriage, the northern war and the southern Yi are all there.

Even Bei Yao is there.

Seeing the annoying person twice in a row, Fu Ling suddenly felt bored, looked at Beizhan and asked, "Something?" ”

Beizhan looked at Fu Ling and said indifferently: "I came here this time just to participate in the competition, I didn't want to socialize with you more, even if my father said it, I didn't think about it." ”

"So what are you doing now?" Fu Ling said casually: "Don't you want to socialize more?" ”

"Just to remind you." Bei Zhan looked at Fu Ling, his expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see other expressions: "The light system spirit root can indeed shock the world and heal wounds, but your cultivation is too low, it is impossible to defeat the Spirit Sect and win the first place, I hope you will give up when the time is right, so as not to leave a wound." ”

"The royal family may not have wanted to kill you before, but now that you have exposed your cultivation and spiritual roots, and slapped the royal family and the Bai family in the face, they will not let you go easily, if something happens to you in the ring, you can't rely on them, you should have a number in your heart."

After listening to what Beizhan said, Fu Ling's tone became calmer, and he said indifferently: "I know these in my heart, and I am worried about my cousin." ”

Before she was exposed, she thought about it.

But no matter what, she will save her life.

That's the bare minimum.

Beizhan frowned and looked at Fu Ling, and after looking at it for a while, he took Nan Yi and prepared to leave.

"Fu Ling, take your leave." Nan Yi waved his hand: "I'll talk about it after the game is over." ”

"Hmm." Fu Ling responded, and said with a smile: "After the game, you should give the pieces to Feng Zhuo." ”

Nan Yi, who had walked a few steps, couldn't help but stop when he heard this, looked back at Fu Ling, and said, "Do you really think you can win?" ”

"Don't forget, you're only a first-level spirit master, but in the next competition, there will be a tenth-level spirit sect!"

The Spirit General and the Spirit Sect are a big stage.

The cultivation is one level worse, and it can barely win.

However, the concept of a large stage is completely different from that of a poor level.

There are too many differences in cultivation.

Just like Beizhan said, the spirit of the whisk has a light system spiritual root, so what if there is cultivation?

Still can't beat the Spirit Sect.

"I know there's a tenth-level Spirit Sect." Fu Ling looked at Nan Yi and said, "But everything is possible, maybe it really is me who wins?" ”

"Anyway, get the pieces ready."

Nan Yi was silent for three seconds, gritted his teeth and said, "...... Please also ask Feng Zhuo to prepare the fragments. ”

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Chapter 151: Please Feng Zhuo prepare the fragments