In the past, Luo Yishan never dared to imagine it, or even looked down on it, but now that he is in it, he finds that it seems to be very good to get along with his peers.

The disciples of the Fighting Soul Sect ate and drank, and the joy was non-stop, and the other sect peak masters on the high platform couldn't see it, and the peak masters of the Ming Spiegel Sect were even more anxious.

If they don't leave, how can he do it secretly?

The Peak Master of the Ming Mirror Sect gritted his teeth at Zuo Lengyang and said, "Peak Master Zuo, do you Fighting Soul Sect respect this game?" ”

Zuo Lengyang sneered, raised his eyebrows and said, "What? That rule says that you can't barbecue meat during the three-day race? ”

The peak master of the Spiegel Sect choked, his face turned pale: "You-"

"Huh." Zuo Lengyang snorted disdainfully, and his eyes fell on the young man below, uh no, it's the barbecue......

He hadn't eaten Lu Jiuquan's craftsmanship for a long time, and since Aunt Chang "left", these pleasures have also been lost.

Thinking about it like this, he really misses it.

These little rabbit cubs, grabbing food, barbecue, and frolic, as if they are not the pride of the first-class sect.

At this moment, they are just the most ordinary teenagers and young people, and they have the most sincere friendship.

When the years pass and the vicissitudes of life, looking back, this friendship will become a force to support them to continue to move forward.

Whenever, wherever.

……

The sunset in the western mountains, the twilight of the four fields, layers of mist shrouded the valley of the five clouds, and the temperature belonging to the day dissipated little by little with the night wind.

The disciples of the Mingjing Sect, the Xuantian Sect, and the Zixia Sect didn't know where they had gone for a long time, and only the disciples of the Fighting Spirit Sect had erected tents early and set up camp outside the Four Realms City.

The piles of bonfires, clearly extinguished, melodious, outlined the pleasant faces of the people of the Fighting Spirit Sect in a particularly disgusting way.

If at the beginning they still believed that the Fighting Soul Sect had any strategy, now that they think about it, they feel that they have been kicked in the brain by a donkey.

These guys are just going to stay up here until the end of Dabi!

It's the evening of the third day, and tomorrow at noon, the last team match will be over, but they're still motionless.

Because of the amazing performances of the Fighting Soul Sect in the previous few games, and the hearts of the people who put all their family property on the Fighting Soul Sect were really miserable, and they had the heart to kneel.

Whining...... Ladies and gentlemen, when are you going to leave?

Even if you have the chance to win, you shouldn't be so unmotivated!

But these "moths" of the Fighting Soul Sect will listen to them, and that is what they call ghosts......

However!

When everyone thought that they would sit directly until the end of the team competition, the leader of the "Moth" suddenly walked out of the tent.

Everyone was stunned, could it be that the "ghost" is coming?!

"This ...... Miss Lu is out? ”

"Are they finally ready to act?"

"Wow, I'm so excited!"

"I knew that the Fighting Soul Sect would never sit still!"

……

Everyone's excitement Lu Jiu didn't bother to pay attention to it, in the past two whole days, in addition to being a "cook" for them, she asked Emperor Shifang to protect the Dharma for her, and quietly entered the dragon pattern realm to practice "Refining Desolation".

And just now, she seemed to hear a sound that seemed to be nothing, and then she hurriedly ran out of the dragon pattern realm......