Nalan Zhenyue was puzzled and finally calmed down the doubts in her heart and focused on practicing.

Until dawn, the number of people on the way gradually increased, and the fat men and the others also got up. After washing and breakfast, they went to the Yunxiao Arena. There were many more people in the Yunxiao Arena than yesterday. The warriors who heard the news came one after another, all entered the Full Moon City and arrived at the Yunxiao Arena.

Yesterday’s forty-five floor, if nothing unexpected happens, it will be that you will encounter San Lengyue tomorrow.

Since the morning, Nalan Zhenyue has been conducting competitions, one after another, and the opponents she encounters are becoming stronger and more difficult.

But if even these opponents cannot be solved, how can we fight San Lengyue?

Her battle has been in full swing, and she has not dragged on it. If she wins, she will immediately go on the next game. The more she reaches the ring above, the larger the area and the more audience she can accommodate.

It all the way to the 80th floor, from morning to evening.

Duoge and Nan Sheng did not ask Nalan Zhenyue to continue, but went to have a meal first. Even if it was a machine, it needed to rest. Nalan Zhenyue agreed. After half an hour, she rushed back to the 81st floor of the Yunxiao Arena.

At this time, Nalan Zhenyue was actually a little tired, and she felt like she was fighting endlessly. This was a kind of mental fatigue. Although it was not much, it still slightly affected her mood.

"What's wrong?" Nan Sheng noticed Nalan Zhenyue's strangeness.

She rubbed her eyebrows, "It's okay."

Nan Sheng frowned slightly, "Do you feel tired? If you are really tired, let's take a rest!"

Nalan Zhenyue did not agree. She looked around. Many people were watching her, waiting for her game.

The referee is already announcing the candidate for the next game, Nalan Zhenyue.

Nalan Zhenyue smiled at Nan Sheng and signaled that he was okay, but at this moment, the fat man suddenly screamed out.

Nan Sheng and Nalan Zhenyue's eyes were attracted, and at the same time, a powerful force was emitted as if nothing had happened. Wei Zikang exclaimed: "Xile?"

Nalan Zhenyue and Nan Sheng were both stunned. Gu Xiaoxiao blinked, but when he saw one of the figures of the two, he couldn't help but shudder.

It's the three cold moon!!!

And...Chile???

San Lengyue is tall and burly, more than two meters tall, with very developed muscles, and her skin is bronze and exudes a faint luster. His eyes are big, but they are very sharp. The whole thing looks like an ancient god of war.

The man next to him was wearing a white robe with a ridge of clothes, floating in half a curve with the movement of his footsteps. He had long silver hair, each silver hair was like silk thread, bright in color, and like a galaxy.

On that familiar face, I saw a strange expression, very indifferent. When I saw Nalan Zhenyue, Nan Sheng and the fat man Wei Zikang, I was just like looking at strangers, and even a little... hostile?

Nalan Zhenyue's heart suddenly sank, Huohuo's eyes were almost falling off, while Xiaobai's eyes were deep.

"Xile?"

“Chile???”
Chapter completed!