In the library pavilion, Sang Luo continued to draw a few barrier charms, although this thing can't hold up the human and demon front, but at the critical moment, maybe it can come in handy.

But I have to say that it takes a lot of consciousness to draw this thing, and as soon as he drew six barrier charms, Sang Luo's head was dizzy, and he couldn't lift it up at all when he was lying on the edge of the table.

It has to be blessed by the ancestors of Dachun.

But he had just provoked Uncle Chuxue before, and Sang Luo didn't dare to go.

On the side, Chu Yanshu poured her a glass of spiritual spring water,

"No, drink some spiritual spring water."

Sang Luo smelled the faint fragrance of the spiritual spring water, raised his eyelids slightly, raised his hand to take the spiritual spring water, and drank it in small sips.

As she drank, she raised her eyes to look at Chu Yanshu opposite.

The young man sat at the table, his black hair was tied high, the broken hair on his forehead was fluttering lightly in the wind, his narrow peach eyes were slightly drooping, his eyelashes were curled and thick, and he was seriously looking at the ancient books in front of him at the moment.

To be honest, Chu Yanshu's skin is really good-looking, and it just happens to grow in Sangluo's aesthetics.

It's a pity that he has his way to go in the future.

And she also has her own way.

The breeze outside the house blew, Sang Luo closed his eyes slightly, and simply lay on the table and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Not far away, Lin Qinghan took the book "Basic Knowledge of Sword Cultivation" and looked at it over and over again, Yun He looked up from all kinds of talismans boredly, and his eyes unconsciously followed the blue-haired boy.

Lingyun Feng staged a martial arts arena, and the Xiaotian Bang event had already begun, taking the form of guarding the ring and fighting in the ring, and all kinds of spiritual techniques were scattered, and the fight was hot.

The phoenix cub had fiery red hair, looking at Sang Luo, his eyes full of resentment,

"Don't you want to cultivate immortals, why don't you go to the Xiaotian Bang martial arts test."

Sang Luo yawned,

"What's the hurry?"

She looked down at her Lingyu and received a message from Boss Wang-

The results of the martial arts test came out, Zhang Jianting fought against Ji Qingfeng, and Zhang Jianting lost.

Sang Luo's bet has been multiplied fivefold.

Boss Wang turned the spirit stone to Sang Luo online, and Sang Luo collected the money, and once again determined that Zhang Jianting would play a fake match.

Sang Luo asked Boss Wang,

"Is the next game out?"

Boss Wang immediately sent a form over, the next game is Zhang Jianting against Zhou Wenting of Tiansuan Pavilion, and it is still more than seventy percent of people who will win if they press Zhang Jianting.

After all, the main business of the Heavenly Suan Pavilion is fortune telling, and its combat power cannot be compared with sword cultivation.

But there are also some people who feel that the Heavenly Calculation Pavilion has exhausted the heavenly opportunity, and it should be able to find a trace of opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

Sang Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately transferred 300,000 high-grade spirit stones to Boss Wang.

"Help me continue to press Zhang Jianting to lose."

“……”

More than halfway through the Xiaotianbang competition, Zhang Jianting's name has been jumping up and down the rankings, although Sang Luo has not yet been on the list, but thanks to Zhang Jianting's blessing, he has made a lot of money.

On this day, she counted the days as they were almost, that is, she left the library pavilion, swiped her identity card, and went to the martial arts arena.

In the center of the martial arts arena, a huge beam of light stood, and names were engraved on it, from the first place to the hundredth.

Until the end of the Xiaotian Ranking event, if the ranking is still engraved on the pillar of light, you will be qualified to enter the Hongmeng Secret Realm.

At this time, Lin Qinghan has not yet competed, the first place is Lu Changsheng, the second place is Ji Qingfeng, the third place is Zhou Wenting, the fourth place is Su Shiyi, and the fifth place is Song Qingyun...... In the first ten miles, the seven sects accounted for nine seats, and Sang Luo had no intention of competing with Sanxiu, so he directly picked the tenth place Zhang Jianting's ring and flew up.

The second more ~

(End of chapter)