These players have seen it clearly, and after the last battle, they have clearly realized that Jun Tingge is a strong opponent.

Some people ask others to think of themselves as adversaries and are reluctant to communicate more.

But some people don't think so, they are opponents on the field, but who says that you can't cooperate in other situations?

It's just a game, so why bother making the relationship so stiff.

In the face of the malice of others, Jun Tingge didn't want to pay more attention to it, as long as he didn't really provoke himself, why bother others so much.

But for the kindness of others, she will not refuse.

After a little pleasantry, she returned to her lounge, changed her clothes as fast as she could, and took a shower.

The Battle of the Four Nations is also a high-level tournament, especially in the final stage, and the lounge prepared for them is still good.

There is no way to wear tattered clothes all the way, and now that there are conditions, Jun Tingge naturally has to clean himself up.

There are still two games to come, and she is not in a hurry to go out for the time being.

The dark silver stick was placed on the table, and Jun Tingge sat on the stool, looking at it seriously.

"What ...... are you?" person? No, it's not human......

She pressed it lightly with one hand, slowly injecting the aura, the light flashed, and she heard a thin voice, somewhat like a child.

"Master!"

Jun Tingge's eyes widened, "You can really speak?" ”

"Happy!"

Jun Qingge brushed lightly again, the light on the stick flickered again, and she once again felt the joy from that consciousness.

It's just that she has also realized that the consciousness conceived in this weapon seems to be incomplete, and can express her joys, sorrows, and sorrows, but it is not clear.

It's like ...... A little kid alike.

However, since he has his own consciousness, Jun Qinge can't simply treat it as a weapon.

"I'll give you a name." She said excitedly, not surprisingly seeing the light flickering again.

It's just that when the name was given, Jun Tingge was a little embarrassed.

As a majestic spear, she thought of thunder immediately, but after not hearing that milky and milky thin voice, there was really no way to put this name on him against her will.

After thinking about it, Jun Tingge was finally determined.

"Let's call it Split Cloud, and the nickname is Xiaoyun, okay?"

"Happy!"

Feeling the message of joy coming from the spear, Jun Qingge finally nodded with satisfaction.

Before taking back the aura and then taking back the Split Cloud, she felt that the color on the Split Cloud seemed to be a little brighter, was it an illusion?

She stroked her chin gently, no matter how she thought about the previous state of Split Cloud, it seemed to be sealed, plus she had absorbed a lot of aura during the previous battle, and her consciousness was like a child, but when she conveyed it, she was extremely clear and clear.

Could it be that Xiaoyun was not born, but was sealed and has not recovered yet?

It's not out of the question.

But now, though, I put it away and turned back to the arena.

The battle on the field has entered the final stage, and it is obvious that the winner can be seen.

Maybe the previous battle was not long, and in the next one, Jun Qinge saw it, standing on the martial arts arena.