The more Li Yaoyuan thought about it, the happier he was, and finally he left in a drunken state.
"Su Luo, are you still cultivating hard now?" Li Aochen's mouth evoked an evil sneer, "Unfortunately, what's the use of cramming Buddha's feet temporarily? Tsk tsk."
Li Aochen shook his head disdainfully, and then leaned on the rattan chair relaxedly and looked up at the sky.
Will he lose? How can this be? Even if you kill him, you won't believe it.
Thinking like this, Li Aochen took out a purse from his waist and threw it up and down in his hand.
It seems that he can also go and earn some pocket money to spend.
Tomorrow, the battle will start, Su Luo, are you ready? Li Aochen wickedly raised the corners of his eyes.
At this time, Su Luo was still fighting continuously.
again and again.
The later on, the longer the battle went on, the two were at a stalemate, and neither could do anything about the other.
At this time, all the exposed skin on Su Luo's head and arms was dripping with blood.
Su Luo gasped violently, allowing the sweat to flow down like rain without wrinkling her brows.
However, waves of intense pain came from the wound, Su Luo took a deep breath, barely suppressing the somewhat vague mind.
Su Luo knew that she couldn't move.
Li Aochen, who was opposite her, was not doing much better.
At this time, Li Aochen's right arm had been split by Su Luo, and blood rushed out.
He almost jumped angrily, but didn't dare to move half a step.
Because movement will have flaws, and flaws are to give the enemy a chance to attack you.
The two stood facing each other, their eyes narrowed dangerously, and they both stared at each other.
Time passed minute by minute.
After reality.
The bright morning light broke the darkness of dawn, and the sky was covered with an orange-red morning glow.
Nanshan.
Su Luo's room.
Bei Chenying and Zi Yan stood opposite each other, and the expressions of the two were entangled.
"Why don't you knock on the door?" Zi Yan thought for a while, then put down her hand and gave the position to Bei Chenying.
Bei Chenying raised his hand, and just when the back of his finger was about to hit the door, he stopped stupidly, turned his head and asked Zi Yan: "Is there really no problem with this? What if Luoluo is at a critical moment of cultivation? Are you disturbed to get into trouble?"
Zi Yan looked at the sky outside tangled: "If you don't go, it will be too late, and Luoluo will be automatically disqualified from the competition."
"Then why don't you come?" Bei Chenying gave up his position weakly.
"You—" Zi Yan stepped on him angrily, staring at him fiercely, "I'll come when I come!"
Zi Yan stood at the place Bei Chenying gave up, made a difficult mental construction, and then raised her hand gracefully.
Just when the back of her hand was only an inch away from the door panel, she suddenly found that she couldn't move at all!
Zi Yan suddenly panicked.
But before she complained, a cold voice sounded quietly in her ear: "Don't disturb her."
"Third Senior Brother!" Zi Yan found that she was able to move, and turned back in surprise.
Nangong Liuyun, dressed in a light blue robe, stood in the direction of the backlight. The orange-red morning light came from behind him, lining his entire body like a god falling from the nine heavens.
The style of the whole body and the noble and elegant bearing make people feel that it is blasphemy to take a second glance.
"Then what do I do now?" Zi Yan shook her head and drove the beautiful image of Nangong Liuyun out of her mind.