In the past, Luo Yishan would never dare to imagine such an atmosphere, or even look down upon it. But now that he is in it, he realizes that Yuan Lai and his fellow disciples get along like this, which seems to be quite good.
The disciples of the Fighting Soul Sect were eating, drinking, and having fun non-stop. The other sect masters on the high platform couldn't stand it, and the master of the Mingjing Sect was even more anxious.
If they never left, how could he do it secretly
Peak Master of the Mingjing Sect gritted his teeth and said to Zuo Lengyang: "Peak Master Zuo, do you, the Soul Fighting Sect, respect this competition?"
Zuo Lengyang sneered and raised his eyebrows: "What? That rule stipulates that no barbecue is allowed during the three-day competition?"
The Peak Master of the Mingjing Sect choked and turned pale: "You—"
"Haha." Zuo Lengyang snorted disdainfully, his eyes focused on the young man below, uh, no, it's the barbecue...
It's been a long time since he tasted Lu Jiuque's cooking. Since Aunt Chang "left", these pleasures have also been lost.
Thinking about it this way, he really missed it.
These little bastards were scrambling for food, barbecuing and frolicking, as if they were not the proud sons of a first-class sect.
At this moment, they are just the most ordinary teenagers and young people with the most sincere friendship.
As time goes by and vicissitudes of life pass, looking back, this friendship will become the force that supports them to move forward.
Whenever, wherever.
…
The sun sets over the western mountains, dusk falls over the surrounding fields, layers of mist cover Wuyun Valley, and the daytime temperature dissipates little by little with the night wind.
The disciples of the Mingjing Sect, Xuantian Sect and Zixia Sect had long gone to unknown places. Only the disciples of the Fighting Soul Sect had erected tents early and set up camp outside the Four Borders City.
The piles of bonfires were extinguished and lit up, making the contented faces of everyone in the Soul Fighting Sect look particularly unpleasant.
If they still believed in the Soul Fighting Sect's strategy at first, now that they think about it, they feel like their brains have been kicked by a donkey.
These guys are just preparing to stay here until the end of the competition!
It's already the night of the third fucking day, and at noon tomorrow, the last team match will end, but they still don't move.
Because of the amazing performance of the Soul Fighting Sect in the previous games, everyone who had put all their wealth on the Soul Fighting Sect was really miserable, and even wanted to kneel down in front of them.
Woo hoo... Dear gentlemen, when are you planning to leave
Even if the victory is guaranteed, you shouldn't be so lacking in competition spirit!
But those "moths" like the Fighting Soul Sect will listen to them, and that's what they call ghosts...
However!
Just when everyone thought they would sit there until the end of the team competition, the leader of "Yao Mozi" suddenly walked out of the tent.
Everyone was stunned. Could it be that the "ghost" is coming? !
"This... Miss Lu is out?"
"Are they finally ready to act?"
"Oooh, ooh, I'm so excited!"
"I knew that the Fighting Soul Sect would never sit still and wait for death!"
…
Lu Jiuque was too lazy to pay attention to everyone's excitement. During these two days, in addition to being a "cook" for them, she also asked Di Shifang to protect her and secretly entered the dragon pattern world to practice the "Refining Desolation Jue" .
But just now, she seemed to hear a vague sound, and then she hurriedly ran out of the dragon pattern world...