The little episode did not affect the good mood of Fu Yi and Song Sihua, and seeing that the young male cultivator went to the arena to participate in the next competition with a blue face, the two had no intention of watching more. It is said that Song Sihua said that this male cultivator had always maintained a winning streak, and when he fought with her, he was under some mental pressure, and finally lost by a small difference, and he was inevitably unhappy in his heart.

This mental pressure naturally comes from whisking clothes.

"Now that everyone knows that I am good friends with you, there was a trace of fear before fighting with me, and they decided that my strength was similar to yours, and the pressure naturally doubled. But after several games in a row, everyone can see that I don't have much ability, at most I am just above average. ”

Song Sihua couldn't help but be a little funny, it was indeed a good thing for her to be able to use her friend's prestige to take advantage, but she never boasted of exaggeration. After a scene, everyone saw her strength clearly, and many monks came to talk to her and asked her how she met Fu Yi, and some unconvinced monks smiled and said that they wanted to write a challenge.

She accepted these kindnesses and ridicules one by one, and said that if someone really challenged her, she would go all out. Only the young man did not mention the challenge, but only muttered behind his back, and everyone who heard it was sneering.

"Some people have always been like this, and when they lose, they behave like this, which shows that the state of mind is inherently unstable. Fu Yi didn't sympathize with the young man who was frightened by her, if she wasn't convinced, why didn't she openly propose a heavy battle? It's just that she knows that her strength is not as good as others, but she can't wait to make excuses for herself.

Song Sihua was soon called into the arena again, and the spear drew a sharp line in the ring barrier, and a group of Qi refining monks outside the formation who didn't know the truth applauded.

Fu Yi carefully observed her moves, only to feel that her marksmanship was quite similar to her own sword moves, there were no complete moves, and they were all changed by the opponent's every move, which was much more flexible than a complete set of exercises.

The only deficiency is that Song Sihua's own adaptability is insufficient, and there are occasional errors in the prediction of the opponent, which leads to the continuous elongation of the battle situation and the increasing consumption of spiritual power.

Fortunately, Song Sihua is the three spiritual roots of water, wood and earth, and the exercises he cultivates seem to be neutral and peaceful, and the attack is insufficient and the defense is more than enough, even if it is slightly extended, he can withstand the opponent's onslaught.

Fighting against her was a female cultivator who used a ring blade, a pair of magic weapons full of attack power, dexterity and lightness, and sometimes flashed in an incredible position, making people unguardable.

While chatting with the surrounding monks, Fu Yi watched Song Sihua's fighting method, and after half an hour, the competition finally ended with Song Sihua's victory. The defeated nun stepped forward frankly and talked to her with some unfinished thoughts, and the two talked for a while before parting.

"She told me to be careful of the male cultivator. Song Sihua walked towards Fuyi without showing a smile on his face, and whispered to her. "The man's name is Xu Lu, who specializes in beast hunting missions or expedition leader missions to make a living, and is quite famous in a small city, saying that he is not very good-tempered, and the monks who teamed up with him have died several times. ”

Fu Yi talked about this battle with her, and at the same time said: "Let's see if he can enter the Four Great Pavilions, if he is selected, it will not be too late to be careful in the future." If he wasn't chosen, he shouldn't be worried. ”

The status of the stewards of the four pavilions is transcendent, and unless they are assigned to remote areas, it is unlikely that anyone will take the initiative to provoke them. If Xu Lu hadn't joined the ranks of stewards, the two would have no intersection in the future, and there was no need to bother with him.

Fu Yi was a little worried that if he was selected into the Four Great Pavilions, he would inevitably be sent to the Valley of Evil Spirits to clean up, and the sword had no eyes in the chaos, in case of secretly plotting ghosts, they would have to take care of it, which was really troublesome.

However, she didn't want to explain this to Song Sihua in advance, she could only take one step at a time, and if she really wanted to act together, and realized that Xu Lu was really harmful, then they would simply strike first.

Song Sihua, who has won six games in a row, has successfully entered the finals, but he still has to continue to participate in the follow-up competition, but winning or losing is no longer important, and each competition is more relaxed.

At the end of the competition, the number of the finalists was gradually displayed on the light curtain, and the number of Xu Lu was swept one by one.

"It doesn't seem to be too weak. "Flicking his clothes and pouting, he still can't give birth to the importance of treating serious opponents. As soon as she muttered a word, she saw the familiar figure in the crowd hurriedly crawl away, running towards the crimson grassland in the distance. "Where is he going? Sneaky ......"

Song Sihua also felt that something was wrong, the finals were about to start, leaving only some time for everyone to recover their spiritual power, Xu Lu didn't seize the opportunity to recover and ran towards the remote place, which was obviously abnormal.

But the two paid attention for a while, and they didn't see anyone else chasing after them, so they could only withdraw their gaze and stop paying attention. Two hours later, the signal for the start of the final bloomed in the air, and Xu Lu came back from afar, looking a little proud.

Fu Yi and Song Sihua glanced at each other, and their hearts were more vigilant.

"Be careful when you encounter it on the field. ”

"Well, don't worry. ”

Song Sihua took out a pill of Gathering Spirit Pill and took it, nourishing his somewhat tired body, and the monks present fought for a long time, looking a little tired. But the key to the final of the ring lies in this, if you can't play well in a tired state, the four pavilions are not willing to hire them back to play in vain.

Every time Song Sihua conducts a competition, she carefully watches the battle below, especially the contestants who are suspected of evil cultivators, and she regards them as the focus of attention. As a result, Song Sihua won six games in a row again, broke into the top 100 in the finals, and obtained the qualification to enter the four major pavilions, and there was no change in the field.

Including Xu Lu, no one made any strange moves, and when Song Sihua jumped from the ring, he was still fighting in the seventh fight, and it seemed that he could successfully defeat the opponent.

Sure enough, in less than a stick of incense, Xu Lu stayed in the ring as a winner, successfully passed six competitions, and became one of the quasi-stewards of the four major pavilions. He stood on the edge of the ring and looked out of the barrier, his eyes quickly locked on Fu Yi and Song Sihua, and then his lips squirmed slightly, which was a silent provocation.

I won't fail twice.

Both of them saw what he wanted to say, only to see him jump out of the ring in a flash, and stand silently at the edge of the crowd, this time without going around and chewing his tongue with others.

"What happens to make a person grow up quickly?" Fu Yi frowned, and analyzed it with Song Sihua. "Either I suddenly have enough confidence, or I have experienced a bigger change, and my mood has suddenly improved. I don't think he's like the second one. ”

"But where did he get the confidence? The monks here have all been carefully inspected by the Yuanying Zhenren, and there will be no more high-level evil cultivators mixed in. Song Sihua looked around again and said, "The rest of the evil cultivators all claim to be loose cultivators, they shouldn't be from the Evil Spirit Valley, and they won't give him any guarantee as confidence on the cusp of the storm, right?"

Looking around, every monk couldn't see anything wrong with it, and she couldn't be sure for a moment what had just happened, and suddenly Xu Lu changed.

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