Si Yutian's indifferent face →_→

Baba: "......"

Well, you win, man.

I didn't betray you, I still love you, man.

Soon, Ye Luo's third game began.

"Ahh It's him! ”

When Ye Luo's opponent stepped onto the arena, Ye Gucheng let out an exclamation, "The wind is unrelieved!" ”

Si Yutian's handsome face instantly became serious, and he muttered: "Dead bald donkey!"

Baba raised his head, his pointed fox ears trembled, and said, "Master, what about your mind and your cultivation?"

Si Yutian rewarded Baba with an eye knife.

Baba shuddered, her head resting on her paws, her amethyst-like eyes narrowed. I'm going to be a quiet beautiful fox.

"Oops, what's so good about this game, there's no suspense." Ye Gucheng glanced at his mouth, but he didn't want to hurt the wound on his lips, so he gasped.

Sure enough, on the arena, there was a strange scene.

Feng Wuxi clasped his hands together, hung a string of honey-colored Buddha beads on his fingertips, and wore a plain white monk's robe, with a dusty and elegant temperament, not stained with dust, and a slight smile, like a thousand illusions of flowing clouds, and also like the moon god coming to the world.

"Miss Ye, the poor monk admits defeat."

The first thing I said was this.

Ye Luo's golden eyes flashed with a deep color, and he clasped his hands together and saluted back: "Thank you, Master Wushi."

Feng Wufu said: "The poor monk is not Miss Ye's opponent in the first place."

Ye Luo was speechless.

The audience, who don't know the truth, looks at each other.

"Why throw in the towel?"

"It doesn't make sense, it's too humble to be relieved."

"Feng Wuxi, but he promised Shen Tumu!"

"Fog grass! Feng Wuqi should not be afraid of death. was also shocked by Ye Luo? ”

"Go, go, our junior brother Wushi is humble, do you understand?" The disciples of the Yang Academy were not happy. They didn't think that Feng Wushi's strength was weaker than Ye Luo's.

The referee was stunned for a while, and finally came back to his senses, waved his pen, brushed and recorded the results of the game, and then announced loudly: "In this battle, Ye Luo won."

The happiest person is none other than the disciples of the Netherworld.

Regardless of whether Ye Luo kills people or not, whether Ye Luo has the name of a witch or not, but Ye Luo won three consecutive victories in the finals, which is an ironclad fact!

"It's three wins in a row, and it's basically the top three."

"Yes, this year, the Yin Courtyard is finally going to rise!"

"I originally thought that the rise of the Yin Courtyard would depend on Senior Brother Shentu, but I didn't expect that the burden would fall on the shoulders of Senior Sister Ye."

"There are still two games left, if Senior Sister Ye can win Lin Qiqi and Senior Brother Shentu, then he will be the first person in Tianji Gate!"

"I'm looking forward to it!"

In the audience of the disciples of the Yin Academy, more than 8,000 disciples all showed extremely excited looks, one by one they were emotional, waving their hands, shouting Ye Luo's name, cheering for her.

The fourth game was ushered in in the eyes of the public.

Ye Luo vs. Lin Qiqi.

On the arena, two stunning women stood opposite each other, but the one on the left, both in appearance and temperament, was stronger than the one on the right.

That's right, the one on the left is Ye Luo.

"Ye Luo, it's time to settle the old accounts between us."

Lin Qiqi's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of strong hatred, "My Lin clan, more than a thousand lives, but they were all buried in your hands." Even if you die a thousand times or ten thousand times, it will not be enough to atone for your sins! ”