Doctor Nine

Chapter 885 Could it be that the "ghost" is here? !

Luo Yishan would never have dared to imagine such an atmosphere in the past, and even looked down upon it, but now that he is in it, he realizes that Yuanlai and his fellow disciples get along like this, and it seems to be very good.

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

If they didn't leave, how could he do it secretly?

The Peak Master of Mingjing Sect gritted his teeth at Zuo Lengyang: "Peak Master Zuo, did your Soul Fighting Sect respect this competition?"

Zuo Lengyang sneered, raised his eyebrows and said: "What? That rule stipulates that no barbecue is allowed during the three-day competition?"

Peak Master Mingjing Zong choked, his face livid: "You—"

"Hehe." Zuo Lengyang snorted coldly in disdain, his gaze fell on the young man below, er, no, it was on the roast meat...

He hadn't tasted Lu Jiuque's cooking for a long time, and since Aunt Chang "left", all these pleasures have also been lost.

Thinking about it this way, he really missed it.

These little bastards are grabbing food, grilling barbecue, and playing and playing, as if they are not the proud sons of the first-class sect.

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

When the years go by and after the vicissitudes of life, looking back suddenly, this friendship will become the strength to support them to move forward.

No matter when, no matter where.

……

Sunset on the west mountain, the surrounding fields merge at dusk, and layers of mist cover the Wuyun Valley. The temperature belonging to the daytime dissipates little by little with the night wind.

The disciples of Mingjing Sect, Xuantian Sect and Zixia Sect had long since gone to nowhere, only the disciples of Fighting Soul Sect erected their tents early and set up camp outside Sijing City.

The piles of bonfires were clearly extinguished, melodiously, outlining the happy faces of everyone in the Soul Fighting Sect, making them particularly annoying.

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

These guys are going to stay here until the competition is over!
This is already the night of the third day, and at noon tomorrow, the last team competition will be over, but they are still motionless.

Because of the amazing performances of the Soul Fighting Sect in the past few games, the hearts of everyone who put all their wealth on the Soul Fighting Sect are really miserable, and they have the heart to kneel down for them.

Huh... My young masters, when are you going to leave?

Even if you have the chance to win, you shouldn't be so lacking in the spirit of the game!

But these "moths" of the Fighting Soul Sect will listen to them, so it's called ghosts...

however!
When everyone thought they would sit like this until the end of the team competition, the leader of "Yao Mozi" suddenly walked out of the tent.

Everyone was taken aback, did the "ghost" come? !

"This...Miss Lu came out?"

"Are they finally ready to act?"

"Aww, I'm so excited!"

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

……

Lu Jiuque didn't bother to care about the crowd's excitement. In the two whole days, besides being a "cook" for them, she asked Di Shifang to protect her, and quietly entered the Dragon Mark Realm to practice "Refining Desolation". .

But just now, she seemed to hear a voice that seemed to be there, and then hurriedly ran out of the Dragon Mark Realm...

(End of this chapter)