The fat man didn't say anything, and Huohuo suddenly didn't know what to say, but Nalan Zhenyue glanced at the fat man deeply and then looked at the wound on his hand.

"It should be almost the game." Jiang Wei thought about it and said.

"Well, then let's go first."

The fat man actually said this and then left with Jiang Wei.

After the two left, Wen Qing looked at Nalan Zhenyue, "Zhenyue, he..."

"At this time, he must rely on himself."

Wen Qing immediately understood, but she lowered her eyes.

In fact, he really wanted to be with her, as he said yesterday, fighting together, but he was no longer qualified.

At this moment, Nalan Zhenyue touched Wen Qing's shoulder with her bandaged hand. Wen Qing met her eyes. She was smiling, her smile was very soft, without the hardness. "Don't worry, you are destined to be destined, I believe that fate will not be so shallow."

With such a smile... Wen Qing was slightly stunned, and then nodded involuntarily.

After Nalan Zhenyue bandaged her injuries, she drank several bottles of recovery potion before taking Wen Qing and Huohuo to watch the next game.

She sat next to Guo Yu and Guo Zheng. Guo Yu's eyes lit up at first sight, "Sister, are you doing well?"

Nalan Zhenyue nodded, "Have you played?"

Guo Zheng said: "It's our turn after you leave, and we're all going to the next round."

"Yes, sister, let's go to Zifeng Academy together. I think it will be fun in the future!"

Nalan Zhenyue chuckled.

Guo Zheng shaved Guo Yu's nose, "It's not that easy. Even if you enter the fifty place, it doesn't mean you can enter Zifeng Academy!"

"Brother is so disappointed." Guo Yu paused and suddenly shouted: "It's His Highness the Third Prince's turn!"

The fat man appeared. Unfortunately, the fat man's opponent was also a fat man, and the size of the fat man was somewhat different. As soon as the two fat men came on the field, everyone was stunned and then they felt a little funny.

Although it's funny, I dare not laugh. After all, it's the third prince and the emperor is still sitting on top.

Nalan Zhenyue and Wenqing both watched it very seriously.

The fat man first gained the upper hand because the potion he developed himself was a bit special, which caught the other party off guard several times, but the other party was better than the fat man's flexibility, although he was not sure about the weight of the size.

This is obvious to the fat man and the other party.

Nalan Zhenyue thought that the fat man must make up for this in the future.

The competition of potions seems to have shifted to the martial arts cultivation level, but...

The fat man's cultivation is not high, he is only level seven, while the other party is level eight... his skills are even stronger than the fat man.

When the battle became fierce, the fat man was already at a disadvantage, and the other party seemed to be a little disregarded.

In the other party's eyes, the fat man seemed to have lost.

There was no excessive expression on Nalan Zhenyue's face.

The fat man fell to the ground at this time.

I didn't get up immediately and continued to fight, it seemed like...

"Fatty, if you don't follow us, we will get rid of you!" Huohuo's words seemed to ring in the fat man's ears again.

"What's wrong with the third prince?"

"I guess I gave up!"

"It's good that the third prince can fight here, it's better than I expected!"
Chapter completed!