Chapter 887 Is the "Ghost" Coming? !

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In the past, Luo Yishan would never dare to imagine such an atmosphere, or even look down upon it. But now that he is in it, he realizes that Yuan Lai and his fellow disciples get along like this, which seems to be quite good.

The disciples of the Fighting Soul Sect were eating, drinking, and having fun non-stop. The other sect masters on the high platform couldn't stand it, and the master of the Mirror Sect was even more anxious.

If they never leave, how can he do it secretly?

Peak Master of the Mingjing Sect gritted his teeth and said to Zuo Lengyang: "Peak Master Zuo, do you, the Soul Fighting Sect, respect this competition?"

Zuo Lengyang sneered and raised his eyebrows: "Why does that rule stipulate that barbecue is not allowed during the three-day competition?"

The Peak Master of the Mingjing Sect choked and his face turned livid: "You"

"Haha." Zuo Lengyang snorted disdainfully, his eyes focused on the young man below, uh no, it's the barbecued boy.

It's been a long time since he tasted Lu Jiuque's cooking. Since Aunt Chang "left", these pleasures have also been lost.

Thinking about it this way, he really missed it.

These little bastards were scrambling for food, barbecuing and frolicking, as if they were not the proud sons of a first-class sect.

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

As time goes by and vicissitudes of life pass, looking back, this friendship will become the force that supports them to move forward.

Whenever, wherever.

The sun sets over the western mountains, dusk falls over the surrounding fields, layers of mist cover Wuyun Valley, and the daytime temperature dissipates little by little with the night wind.

The disciples of the Mingjing Sect, Xuantian Sect and Zixia Sect had long gone to unknown places. Only the disciples of the Fighting Soul Sect had erected tents early and set up camp outside the Four Realms City.

The piles of bonfires were extinguished and lit up, making the contented faces of everyone in the Soul Fighting Sect look particularly unpleasant.

If they still believed in the Soul Fighting Sect's strategy at the beginning, now they think about it and feel like their brains have been kicked by a donkey.

These guys are just preparing to stay here until the end of the competition.

It was already the night of the third fucking day, and at noon tomorrow, the last team match was about to end, but they still didn't move.

Because of the amazing performance of the Fighting Soul Sect in the previous games, everyone who had put all their wealth on the Fighting Soul Sect felt really miserable and even wanted to kneel down in front of them.

Wow, gentlemen, when are you planning to leave?

Even if you are sure of winning, you shouldn't be so lacking in competitive spirit.

But those "moths" like the Soul Fighting Sect will listen to them, then that's called ghosts

However

Just when everyone thought they would sit there until the end of the team competition, the leader of "Yao Mozi" suddenly walked out of the tent.

Everyone was stunned. Could it be that the "ghost" is coming?

"Miss Lu is here"

"Are they finally ready to act?"

"Oooh, ooh, I'm so excited."

"I knew that the Fighting Soul Sect would never sit still and wait for death."

Lu Jiuque didn't bother to pay attention to everyone's excitement. During these two days, in addition to being their "cook", she also asked Di Shifang to protect her and secretly entered the Dragon Mark Realm to practice the Desolate Art.

But just now, she seemed to hear a faint sound, and then she hurriedly ran out of the dragon pattern world.

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