It didn't take a few days to get to the day of the preliminary round, and I was thinking about Wuping's words, saying that the winner can be rewarded with a mirror that peeks into people's hearts and explores the world. She was still a little excited about the competition.

But since this kind of thing, what mirror is not a mirror, what is important to her?

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all.

The important thing at the moment is not to let Yingqi know about her and Ji Yun - she doesn't want any estrangement between the two of them, it's best that Ji Yun can also know this and rot the past in her stomach.

Among the contestants this time, she is not a junior, and more than half of the descendants have to give a gift when they see her. So it's not a hassle to win this preliminary round, and it seems that it doesn't make sense that Zhong Yu is not worried.

There was nothing to do here, and she swayed around and around to the playing field in Wuping. This will not be his turn to play, when Nanqi came over, he was calmly holding a white silk fan.

Today, Wuping wore a goose yellow shirt, with two topaz patterns around his waist, and his face was still a beautifully painted makeup. The willow eyebrows between the shaking fans are slightly raised, which is indeed a little sultry.

In fact, the clothes of this color will be a little dazzling when ordinary boys wear them. But who is this person in front of him? It is Wuping! He has the grace and generosity that a son should have, and he also has the soft fragrance of his daughter's family. No matter how dazzling the color is on him, it can complement each other.

Nanqi felt that she had a long face.

The gong sounded, signaling that it was time for him to play. Wuping put away the white silk fan, slightly pulled the hem of his clothes and walked towards the competition platform. Looking back, he saw Nanqi coming to watch the battle, and he smiled slightly, and his steps became lighter.

Although he knew that Wuping had ulterior motives for participating in the competition, but as soon as the surrounding environment was rendered, Nanqi also aroused a little competitiveness in his heart like those cheering disciples in the audience, and unconsciously leaned towards the front desk, secretly cheering up for Wuping.

On the competition platform, there were several red and gold battle flags, and there was a person standing under it, holding a gong and hammer, which should be the referee of this game.

The opponent of Guan Zhi Wuping is a descendant of the demon world, in fact, the first dynasty will always adopt the on-site lottery system in the ranking of each pair of players. The gist is that you don't know in advance who your opponent is, and you don't know if the other person is the same as you. Even if it is his own brother who is drawn, he will score a victory.

The latter looked full of fighting spirit, and his eyebrows flew and danced, perhaps because he saw that Wuping was too weak, and threw a dark iron knife that he was originally holding on the ground to the ground, and said disdainfully: "This dark iron knife is not long-eyed, I am afraid that it will hurt the little lady at that time, and it is not easy to explain." After that, he laughed loudly, causing chaos in the audience, and he looked so arrogant.

And before he finished speaking, the onlookers in the audience also quipped: "Senior brother! This is obviously a young master!! But the brothers don't dislike it! You can also be a girl, please go back to the house and eat and drink with the brothers!"

The man's words were so strange that he provoked another burst of laughter. Nan Qi frowned, and was about to go around to the rear to teach those unruly juniors a lesson, but he saw Wuping on the stage sneering in a low voice, and said coldly:

"Uninteresting. ”

Looking at his cold eyes, for a moment Nan Qi felt that this was a disaster that was more beautiful than a woman.

Wuping glanced at the dark iron knife on the ground, and said to the referee who sounded the gong: "Sir, you can sound the gong." ”

The referee stroked a goat's whiskers, probably because he had seen too many scenes of the two sides sneering at each other, so he saw the strange dumb voice of the Housheng opposite Wuping said: "Your Excellency is ready?"

Then Sheng snorted coldly and gritted his teeth fiercely: "Come on!"

"Qiang ——!!"

The gong sounded and the event began. Wuping was still slowly shaking the white silk fan, and he didn't mean to attack for half a minute. The little disciples beside Nanqi looked anxious, and they also whispered in twos and threes. However, the movement of this whisper was quite loud, so that Nanqi could really hear it.

"This person doesn't look like a man, I'm afraid we're going to lose this ugly game. ”

"No, the other party doesn't even have a blade, and if he loses, it's not ordinarily ugly. ”

"Tsk, I don't know who this person is, neither male nor female......"

Nan Qi turned his head back to look at them, frowned slightly, and before he could speak, he was glared at by the two little disciples and said:

"What do you see, you're not convinced?!"

Nanqi blinked, and the Yin Jia in his hand shook one by one, and cast a spell to seal the four mouths of the two people firmly. The two little disciples were startled, covered their faces in panic, and looked at Nanqi with incredible eyes.

"Behind your back, it is your own mouth karma. If you don't look like a man, you will lose ugly? According to what you mean, if you are a daughter, you deserve to lose? ! The two little disciples shook their heads frequently, and they were probably apologetic and admitting their mistakes.

Nan Qi went around to the middle of the two of them, put his hands on the shoulders of the two of them, and twisted their heads towards the competition platform, at this time Wu Ping on the stage was swinging a fan combo to force the opponent to retreat, and the other party was obviously unable to parry, and his face was embarrassed and red as pork liver.

Wuping's strength was like this, Nan Qi was a little proud, patted the heads of the two little disciples, and asked, "Now, do you think what you just said is right?"

"Mmmmmm If the little disciple was released, he stroked his throat and hurriedly apologized to her.

"I can't see that Wuping's ability is quite great. ”

This silver bell whispered to make Nanqi's ears tighten, and when he looked at it, it was Yingqi who was dressed in emerald blue.

Beside him, follow Jiyun.

"I guessed you'd come here to watch the Obhei game. Yingqi walked over to her, raised her eyes a little shyly and looked at Jiyun beside her, and said in a low voice, "He...... The last time you saw it. ”

Nan Qi stiffened, and responded mechanically: "Ah...... Yes! Last time. ”

I've not only seen him.

Nanqi settled his mind, and after thinking about it in his head, he whispered to Yingqi, "You also know...... Last time, I was really embarrassed. This time it was also embarrassing. ”

Yingqi hummed knowingly, understanding why she looked embarrassed. So he said, "Actually, this time, it was he and I who came to see you."

"See me?!"

Nan Qi was a little surprised, she didn't know what she was doing.

Could it be that Jiyun wants to have a showdown in front of them? It's ridiculous!

Ji Yun stepped forward politely, as if it was really the first time he saw Nan Qi, and said in a regular manner: "I heard that Miss Nan is Zhong Yu's upper god's disciple, and she is reluctant, and there is a letter that I want to ask the girl to transfer to the respected teacher on her behalf." ”

As he spoke, he took out a yellow letter from his sleeve, and Nan Qi was stunned, not knowing whether to accept or refuse for a while.

And Yingqi only said that she was worried about the last humiliation, so she stuffed the letter into her hand and said bluntly: "You are also afraid of losing face when you bring a word?"

The letter is warm, and it seems that there is still Jiyun's body temperature.

I, of course, am not afraid of losing face.

She was stammering when she heard an exclamation from the stage, and the three of them turned their heads to look at each other. I saw that Wuping had already lifted off the ground, and his goose-yellow clothes floated around him, looking down at the demon descendant who was beaten to the ground.

I have known Wuping for a long time, and Nanqi has never seen him so fierce. It's like a fluttering night flower, and suddenly a sharp thorn is born.

"You just said that you want to invite me back to the house for a drink?"

Wu Ping seemed to be smiling on the plane, swinging a fan to split out a light blade, this light blade was deceiving, the opponent could only barely dodge and subconsciously wanted to take the Xuantie knife on the side, and Wuping was even more quick-eyed, and a blow of the light blade bounced the Xuantie knife far away.

He gently shook the white silk fan, covered his nose and lips, and said with a smile in his eyes: "Shicai, you also said that you were reluctant to use a knife on me." Why? Isn't it okay to claim to be a big man in vain?"