As soon as Ye Chen walked down the striking, he was stopped by Xu Feng, the winner of the first game. The spirit killing in Ye Chen's hand buzzed, and the long sword in Xu Feng's hand also trembled, and the momentum that burst out was even stronger than that of spirit killing.
Ye Chen looked solemnly, Xu Feng's voice was very cold: "My name is Xu Feng!"
Ye Chen was waiting for the guy named Xu Feng to continue speaking, but Xu Feng seemed to have nothing to say, just told Ye Chen his name, and then walked away, leaving Ye Chen there inexplicably.
Could it be that I was just here to tell my name? Looking at the other person's distant figure, I further confirmed Ye Chen's idea. The boy was really just telling his name. Is this a challenge or a provocation?
Ye Chen shook the spirit killing in his hand and shook his head casually. Although this young man named Xu Feng was extraordinary and the sword in his hand was extraordinary, Ye Chen didn't really take it seriously. After all, he was just an mortal realm, and the difference between the mortal realm and the innate realm was the difference between one day and one day.
Finally, Ye Chen left the Ringhui with the cute little panda Momo. Only then did the crowd around him wake up. Some sighed at Ye Chen's upcoming troubles, while others were happy to win the credit point.
No matter what, Ye Chen won the second round of this game. Although it was so difficult just now, Ye Chen paid more attention to the next schedule without any underestimation. After all, he had just begun, and he had encountered such a powerful opponent, which exhausted his internal strength.
The next game will be unprecedentedly difficult, and Ye Chen also put aside his slightest view of the world. The original Ye Chen thought that with his sword transformation technique and the killing spirit with the human-shaped sword spirit in his hand, he would definitely sweep away many contestants.
But just in the second game, he met an opponent who almost failed. Ye Chen did not stay too much and went back to the courtyard of the Ming family, returned to his room, regulated his breathing and practiced, and the internal energy he spent should be recovered as soon as possible.
Mingyue and Mudao both won, but when they came back, they returned to their respective rooms to practice, regulate their breathing, and welcomed the following game in the best state. This is a game that spans a long time, and each game is a heavy burden. As long as there is a failure, they will lose all the game.
Of course, Mu Dao and Mingyue did not dare not adjust their physical condition at this time. Everyone who participated in this competition wanted to get an ideal ranking. The three of them did not have much conversation, so they all entered their own cultivation locations.
Of course, no player who participates in the competition and advances has the leisure to go shopping or anything else, unless the kind of person who is completely confident in himself and has no loss in the previous two games.
In a luxurious mansion in Luocheng, someone was angry and smashing everything they could see, "I'm so angry that I'm so angry! Boy, don't let me catch you, otherwise I'm sure I'm going to look good!" There were constant crackling sounds, and a few little maids stood outside, covering their ears, and the lady went crazy again. It would be better not to mess with the crazy lady, otherwise the one who was unlucky would be himself.
It was unknown how long it took Feng Ling to stop all the actions of smashing things. A middle-aged man wearing a green robe, extremely handsome and majestic walking came over. Several maids immediately stood up and said in unison: "Head of the family!"
The middle-aged man waved his hand and signaled that he didn't need to be polite. Then he asked with a smile: "How is Ling'er?"
"Miss..." One of the maids answered with a restrained expression, not saying the following words, but looked at Fengling's room and expressed their meaning very clearly. The middle-aged man seemed to know the reason, shook his head with a smile, and did not ask, but headed towards Fengling's room.
Several maids made way for the road. The middle-aged man pushed open the door and heard Feng Ling's annoyed voice: "Go out, who told you to come in!" Then a white porcelain plate flew towards the door.
The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand to smash the white porcelain plate, "Haha, who made our family's bell angry? Tell my father, I'll catch him to calm you down."
"You!" Feng Ling said to his father in annoyance.
"Me? Why did I make you angry?" the middle-aged man said with a smile, and walked over at the same time, trying to touch the Fengchi's head, but the Fengchi avoided it.
"Of course it's you. You just watched your daughter be bullied and didn't help. Is there anyone like you who is like a father?" Feng Ling said to the middle-aged man angrily. He knew everything that happened outside at home. Feng Ling didn't believe that his father would not know.
"Haha, the man today lives at your sister Mingyue's house. How can your father help you?" The middle-aged man said with a wry smile. If the middle-aged man doesn't do this, just send someone to catch him. The key is that Mingyue is not simple, and his relationship with the Luo family is unknown. Even the Feng family members dare not move around.
"Sister Mingyue? That guy is from the Ming family? If he were from the Ming family, how could he not know me? He was even ruthless in this girl?" Feng Ling thought of the first thing that was impossible. If Sister Mingyue's family came from, she would have to give in to herself based on her relationship with Sister Mingyue.
"Well, from the login list, it is from the Ming family, but this kid entered Luocheng a few days ago. Maybe it was Mingyue's helper." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
"No matter whether he is from Sister Mingyue's family or not, I want that little pet, father!" Fengling shook his head and said firmly, with his eyes lit up. For Fengling, the little panda is still very lethal. Even Ye Chen's hatred that hurts him was replaced by the little panda. The first thing that comes to mind is the cute little panda.
"Uh..." The middle-aged man was choked. You should know that the relationship between the little panda and Ye Chen had never left. If he moved the little panda himself, it would be equivalent to touching Ye Chen, and touching Ye Chen would be equivalent to offending the Ming family. Isn't this the same?
"Father!" Feng Ling ignored it and shouted, grabbing the middle-aged man's sleeve, looking like he was acting coquettish.
Seeing his father smile bitterly, Fengling's face changed, "If you don't agree, I will go to see grandpa, and I will say you all bully me." Fengling said threateningly, pulling his mouth.
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly again. Once Feng Ling went to find his father, he would definitely teach him a lesson with his father's short-term surname. Then he still wanted to help Ling'er. The middle-aged man knew his father's surname very clearly.
Then he could only nod his head with a bitter smile. "Haha, my father is the best!" Feng Ling immediately hugged his father and said with a giggle.
After the middle-aged man came out of Fengling's room, his smile that had been smiling was restrained. He returned to the hall and said to the empty hall, "Go and catch that kid's pet back."
In the empty hall, there was a place where the air twisted for a moment and returned to its original state.