Ah Bao drew the No. 3 lot, and according to the rules, he will compete with the disciples who drew the No. 126 lot. Coincidentally, the disciple who won the 126th lottery was the youngest female disciple who followed Yun Yan and others to find trouble with Ah Bao in the back mountain that day, but later couldn't bear to dissuade Yun Yan, Ah Bao only learned at this time, her name is Zhong Caiwei.

After Zhong Caiwei learned that her opponent was Ah Bao, she was a little worried for some reason, everyone said that she was afraid of being the wicked person who hurt the powerless person, and she was afraid that she would be said to be bullying the weak, so she was like this, not to sympathize and comfort her.

There is a not-so-elegant custom among the disciples of Shangyao, whether it is a New Year's festival or a cultivation assessment, but whenever it comes to martial arts competitions and rankings, someone will definitely take the lead in organizing a quiz, to put it bluntly, it is actually similar to gambling. In the face of such a five-year event as the five-party meeting, people who are good gamblers naturally can't sit still, and as soon as the list of groups comes out, some people begin to organize bets.

Bao's group is naturally the favorite to bet, and almost everyone has made up their minds to bet on Zhong Caiwei. In addition, many people found Zhong Caiwei and wanted to spend a lot of money to buy the No. 126 lucky lottery from her, so that they could advance without much effort.

But Ah Bao never paid attention to these absurd people and absurd things, and now her foot injury has not fully recovered, but her luck is not good, the number of games is scheduled for the first game on the morning of the first day, Gu Aweng is a little worried about this. Ah Bao comforted him, saying that he had fought with Zhong Caiwei, and he knew a little about her strength, which reassured him.

Despite saying this, Po, who had never experienced such a scene, was so nervous that he didn't sleep much all night before the competition. When Gu Aweng came to call her to eat the next morning, he held back a smile at the two dark circles on her face for a long time, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Breakfast is no different from weekdays, a small bowl of white porridge and a plate of green vegetables. Because Bao didn't sleep well last night, he was not in the mood to eat, so he picked up the spoon and stirred it casually in the rice that had been boiled to the point of blooming, touched something, and poked it a few times with chopsticks, only to find that it was a half-boiled egg, and the semi-liquid egg yolk slowly flowed out along the small hole poked out by the chopsticks, and fell on the surface of the white rice porridge, which was very good-looking, and I had a little appetite unconsciously.

"Ah Weng, I don't dare to call my ability to cook eggs the first in the world, but I definitely can be called a must-have in Xianmen." Gu Aweng saw that Ah Bao was eating well, and said proudly: "Today, you are the only one in the whole Shangya, and others can't eat it." ”

Ah Bao glanced at him, shook his head, and gestured: "Yesterday I saw the old hen in the yard lay several litters of eggs, Ah Weng, don't lie if you coax people?" ”

Gu Aweng didn't care: "The entire kitchen of Shangyao is under my control, just an egg, I can let whoever I want to eat." With that, he squeezed his eyes at Po.

Ah Bao understood, and said in his heart that this old man really relied on his old age and no one dared to mess with him, so he just opened a small stove for himself, and deducted other people's food, looked at him with half anger and half a smile, and lowered his head to eat porridge quietly.

After breakfast, almost all the disciples who did not go down the mountain to go out of the task were scattered to the square ring to watch the game, among which the southern ring where Ah Bao was located had the largest number of spectators.

A list was erected under the ring, with the names of Yun Abao and Zhong Caiwei written in block letters, and every word was inlaid with gold edges, which looked magnificent. There is a table at the bottom of the list, and two clay pots are placed on the left and right, facing the names of the two contestants above.

Several people in middle-level disciple robes gathered around the desk and shouted for the other disciples who came to watch the game to hurry up and place bets, and the people who came lined up in a long line, one by one threw copper plates into the jar under Zhong Caiwei's name, and occasionally one or two bets into Ah Bao's jar, but compared to the number of people who bet on Zhong Caiwei to win, it is not even a dime.

The person who bet on Ah Bao probably didn't hope to get back to his capital, and threw a few copper coins into it, probably just with the mentality of "anyway, I'm not afraid of wasting money" or "in case the sun comes out of the west", and even the disciple who should have been carefully recording the people and amounts of bets on the side didn't bother to draw a picture on the booklet in front of him, and tilted his head to the side with his hand, staring at the other jar that was already full next to him.

"Look at this situation, even if you win the bet, you won't be able to win a few pieces!" One of them counted the odds with his fingers, a little annoyed.

"Why don't you bet on the other side? If Po wins, you'll make a fortune. A fellow disciple next to him teased.

"Is it too late to rush to the North Ring now? I want to see Senior Brother Zhou. A female disciple asked her companion next to her, and the latter shook her head: "From here to the North Ring, you have to cross the entire Penglai Main Peak, there are prohibitions in the sect that you can't resist the sword, and the door rules are not allowed to go fast, and if you are seen by the disciples of the Discipline Hall, you will be punished to copy the book, I advise you to dispel the whole idea." ”

The woman's face was full of frustration when she heard this: "Senior Brother will not participate in the martial arts this year, and Senior Brother Zhou is too late." It's all to blame on that Yun Abao, what kind of moth is he doing when he is idle, isn't it good to cook obediently? With that, he kicked a stone at his feet hard, and the stone swirled in the air in an arc, just landing at the feet of Ah Bao, who was walking this way.

When everyone saw Ah Bao appear, they lowered their voices one after another, changing from the high-minded talk to the whispering of each other, while pointing at the old Taoist uniform on Ah Bao's body and the rusty white iron sword in his hand. When the woman who kicked the stone saw Po coming, she was obviously a little weak about what she had said, so she flattened her mouth and turned away with her companion.

Bao didn't pay attention to everyone, but walked straight to the two jars containing the copper coins, touched the two copper plates from his sleeves, and threw them into the empty jars under his name, and the copper coins made a crisp sound when they touched the bottom. At the same time, there was an uproar. The male disciple guarding the jar was even more dumbfounded, Ah Bao smiled at him, turned around with his sleeves, and jumped into the ring with a light jump.

On the other side, Zhong Caiwei also came to the scene accompanied by friends. Yun Yan is naturally coming, even if she doesn't support the scene for Zhong Caiwei, she must not miss the great opportunity to see Po make a fool of herself. When everyone saw Yun Yan coming, they left the original topic behind and hugged to ask for warmth.

"Senior Sister Yun has eaten?"

"Senior Sister Yun's complexion is better than yesterday."

"Senior Sister Yun, do you want to try your luck by making a bet?"

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In contrast, Zhong Caiwei was left aside, as if it was Yunyan who participated in the competition today instead of her. However, she didn't care about this, just in time for her to see Ah Bao jumping into the ring, that skill was surprisingly light and agile, neat and smooth, and when it landed, it was like a light cloud, which was definitely not a kung fu that a person who couldn't even refine qi could perform.

Thinking of the bamboo forest in the back mountain that day, Yun Yan tried her best to do nothing to Ah Bao, she began to get nervous more and more, and even the palms holding the sword were drenched with a layer of sweat.

Yun Yan saw that Zhong Caiwei's body was stiff, and pushed her shoulder with some hatred, and said, "What are you afraid of?" You draw her as an opponent, this is the good luck that no number of people can ask for? What are you doing here with a sad face? I don't believe that she can't get on the elegant hall of flower boxing and embroidered legs, can she really get lucky to win you? You've been practicing under Master for three years, so why don't you even have this little faith? ”

Thinking that this little junior sister was so nervous that she even brought the Sky Shadow Sword, which she never showed off easily on weekdays, Yun Yan felt even more angry, and simply didn't care about anything else, and directly pushed Zhong Caiwei's back and pushed her into the ring.

At the same time, a long bell rang, echoing in the sky above the entire Penglai main peak for a long time, everyone heard it, and the noisy square suddenly quieted down. Under the attention of everyone, the real people of Fu Qing and the real people of Wufang appeared in the ring.