Seeing Jiang Zhiling so sad, Jiang Deng also felt disgusted with Jiang Zhi for bullying her sister.
When they met at the Sword Tomb, she thought Jiang Zhi was pretty good, but she didn't expect that there was no difference between him and the Taichu Jianzong disciples who looked down on their female identities. They were both equally annoying!
"Don't worry, sister, if you run into him in the next competition, I will teach you a lesson! Isn't he willing to give in? As long as he loses one more time, he will miss the next round of competition!" Jiang Deng said with confidence.
"Well... I believe Sister A, Sister A is the most powerful!"
Jiang Zhiling swept away the previous gloom and became full of fighting spirit again.
Since this round of competition was over and there were no other games to watch, Jiang Deng did not stay where he was and returned to the rest area with Jiang Zhiling.
"Sister Deng, sister Zhiling..."
Sun Fei, who had always had an active temperament, was sitting on a chair in a state of embarrassment. When he saw Jiang Deng and the others, he managed to pick up the energy to say hello to them.
Jiang Deng immediately understood, "Lost?"
"Ying Ziru's cultivation level is not only higher than mine, but he is also full of spiritual weapons!"
In order not to let Ying Ziru in the distance hear him, Fei could only lower his voice and said frantically: "I'm so convinced! Can you imagine that even the shoes he wears are spiritual weapons!"
"I really don't know that."
Jiang Deng shook his head. If she had known that Yun Bozhong's direct disciple was so rich, when she went to Yunwu Peak that night, she wouldn't have just snatched Ying Zuru's storage bag.
Fei continued with a grimace: "How can I, a poor guy with a face that is cleaner than his trouser pockets, be able to defeat a rich second-generation immortal like Ying Ziru?"
Jiang Deng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Sun Fei was considered poor and useless?
She didn't forget that during the entrance examination, Sun Fei spent more than a hundred high-grade spiritual stones just to buy jade tokens from her!
If these are considered poor ghosts, then what kind of people are they who can’t even take out low-grade spiritual stones? So poor that they are worse than ghosts?
According to him, Fei was not sad because he lost the game, but simply because he met the second generation immortal who was richer than him.
"And you?"
Ignoring Sun Fei who was sighing, Jiang Deng looked at He Yan, who was sitting aside and silent.
He Yan's eyes were full of disappointment, "Xiao Yan is worthy of being the proud man of heaven. We are obviously similar in cultivation, but when I fought with him, I didn't have the power to fight back. I didn't have the strength to fight back at that time in the ring.
Understand, now I understand, the difference between the two of us is not our cultivation, but our realm."
Jiang Deng's eyes ignited with interest, "How do you say that?"
"First of all, Xiao Yan has exquisite swordsmanship and experienced combat experience. Secondly, his mentality is always very stable. I can't even find any flaws in him. I only lasted a few moves and lost." He Yan was dejected and looked frustrated.
It's not a light blow.
Jiang Deng was gearing up excitedly.
To be honest, she couldn't grab anything in public, so she wasn't too interested in Ying Ziru, who was rich and powerful.
However, Xiao Yan, who was quite capable, aroused her strong interest. If she competed with such a master, she might be able to learn something from him just like she competed with Zhou Shan.
Just as he was thinking about it, Manager Zhou walked into the rest area and said loudly: "In order to avoid drawing the same opponents, the next round of competition will be divided into two groups, the winning group and the defeated group. The winner of this round will enter the winner group.
, fight against the winner, and the loser will enter the loser group to fight against the loser.”
Manager Zhou waved his sleeves, and a series of names appeared on the wall.
Loser group: Jiang Zhi, Zhou Shan, Leng Baige, Sun Fei, He Yan.
"Because there are five people in each group, one person in each group has a bye. Those who get the bye draw will automatically enter the next round without fighting. The opponents will be drawn by drawing lots next, and the winning group will draw lots first."
The bamboo stick bucket containing five bamboo sticks came to the five people in the winning group one by one.
Lin Jun randomly pulled out a bamboo stick, his eyes unclear. He must have met Jiang Deng this time, right? If he had dealt with Jiang Deng earlier, he would have settled his worries earlier.
Xiao Yan, who was next to draw lots, took out the bamboo stick closest to him from the bamboo stick bucket and said silently in his heart: Jiang Deng Jiang Deng Jiang Deng...
Ying Ziru carefully picked and picked in the bucket of bamboo sticks, and finally selected a bamboo stick that was most pleasing to his eyes. He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed: Don't let him get the ginger lamp!
His game ended earlier, so he watched the game between Jiang Deng and Zhou Shan. After watching the game, he immediately gave up his contempt for Jiang Deng.
Because even though he has always been very confident in his own strength, he is not very sure of defeating Zhou Shan. However, Jiang Deng defeated Zhou Shan without being injured. This shows how terrifying Jiang Deng is!
So, God, please don’t let him get the ginger lantern!
After Ying Ziru finished drawing lots, the bamboo skewer bucket came to Jiang Deng.
At this time, there were only two bamboo sticks left in the bamboo tube.
Jiang Deng didn't think too much and randomly drew a bamboo stick. Although she really hoped to draw Xiao Yan, if she really couldn't draw it, she could draw anyone except Jiang Zhiling.
Jiang Zhiling took away the last bamboo stick in the bamboo tube.
As the bamboo stick bucket was empty, names appeared on the bamboo sticks held by the five people.
Jiang Deng lowered his head and looked at his bamboo stick. Three big words appeared on it - Ying Ziru.
"..."
Tsk, I really didn’t want to come, but I came here instead.
Jiang Deng suppressed the depression in his heart and looked at Jiang Zhiling beside him, "Zhiling, who is the opponent you drew?"
Jiang Zhiling showed her bamboo stick, "Hey, sister, look at it!"
The bamboo sticks were empty, but there was only one bye pick!
Jiang Deng: "..."
It has to be said that luck is also a kind of strength. She is tired of saying the word "envy".
Like Jiang Deng, the others were not satisfied with the result of the draw.
Seeing the name 'Xiao Yan' appear on the bamboo stick, Lin Jun's eyes flashed with anger. Why hasn't he drawn Jiang Deng yet?
Could it be that...he and Jiang Deng have no chance?
No! He doesn’t believe it!
Looking at the word "Lin Jun" on the bamboo stick, Xiao Yan's face darkened. Why did he miss Jiang Deng so many times? In the next game, he must draw Jiang Deng in the next game!
"...Isn't it?"
Ying Ziru looked at the word "Jiang Deng" on the bamboo stick, and his whole body collapsed a little.
Why is it that he drew the ginger lamp?
In the last round, he couldn't draw the ginger lantern, but in this round, he didn't want to draw the ginger lantern but actually got it!
Is God deliberately against him?
Manager Zhou didn't have time to comfort Ying Ziru, who was in an explosive mood. After drawing lots for the winner's group, he took back the bucket of bamboo sticks and continued to draw lots for the five people in the loser's group.