Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 232 White, Moiré

The next morning, Wang Luo got up from the bed.

Wang Wei's bed was empty, and he got up earlier than Wang Luo.

After washing up, Wang Luo walked out of the room.

It was quiet outside, and today's competition only started in the morning, and there was still some time left.

Looking at Wang Wei and Yu Wenjiu sitting by the lake on the small island, Wang Luo suddenly felt no longer hungry.

Can this be hungry? Can I be full after eating dog food?

Wang Luo strolled around, the scenery on the central island was excellent, there were lush trees everywhere, the sun shone through the shade of the trees, and sprinkled spots of light, the cool air in the morning was extremely fresh, and it was very comfortable to breathe.

He was enjoying the good time in the morning, when he suddenly found a girl walking across the street, she was walking hurriedly, looking around, her face was impatient, as if she was looking for something.

The girl was dressed in white, with beautiful embroidered cloud patterns on her clothes. She was tall and slender, with a delicate and sweet appearance.

"Which sect is this disciple?"

Wang Luo walked forward with doubts.

When passing by the girl, he asked a question out of nowhere.

"What are you looking for?"

The girl stopped.

"I'm looking for my little bell."

Wang Luo also stopped.

"Bell? Is this bell important to you?"

He didn't understand that if the bell was very important to her, she would definitely carry it with her, and if it wasn't, she would throw it away.

The girl saw the doubts on Wang Luo's face, and she explained: "The bell is not a thing, the bell is my pet. It is a little Fuling, and it looks like this.",

She frantically gestured at Wang Luo, but Wang Luo didn't understand what it was until the end.

But he has a way.

"Wait a minute, let me see if I can help you."

Wang Luo found a tree and jumped on it.

There is a tree hole in the tree.

He exchanged a few words with the unknown animal in the tree hole, and jumped down from the tree.

"Last night something that looked like a little mouse went east."

The girl looked puzzled: "What is a mouse?"

Wang Luo had black lines on his face, and he also opened his hands, gesturing in the shape of a mouse.

At first, he thought that the girl could not understand what he was gesticulating, but the girl said to Wang Luo excitedly: "Yes, yes, that is my bell, thank you!"

The girl happily walked towards the east, Wang Luo looked at the graceful figure of the girl, and shook his head.

"The clothes are quite nice, which sect's disciple are you?"

After walking around, Wang Luo also felt a little hungry. He went back to eat something, and just started to eat when Wang Wei walked into the room with a relaxed expression.

"The love show is over?" He put the rice in his mouth without looking up.

Wang Wei filled the glass with a full face.

"Old husband and wife, what kind of love is not love."

"cut!"

Wang Luo continued to eat. After eating, he looked at Wang Wei who was sitting by the bed in a daze, and suddenly remembered the girl he met in the morning.

"Ask you something."

"Huh? What?"

"Which sect's clothes are embroidered with cloud patterns?"

"Cloud patterns? There are a lot of cloud patterns. Xuantianzong and Tianyangzong have cloud patterns on their clothes."

"No, no, I've seen the clothes of these two sects, and the one I told you about is white, and the cloud pattern is very mysterious."

Wang Wei thought about it.

"Then I don't know. There are so many sects on the mainland, and so many have come here this time. It's normal to see any of them." He finally gave up thinking and spread his hands.

"It's almost time, let's go get together." Wang Luo stood up, no longer thinking about this issue.

After the Shushan group of four gathered, they walked to the square outside.

Yan Bei, who had no sense of existence, had been practicing behind closed doors in his room for the past few days. Wang Wei and Wang Luo knocked on the door for a long time before calling him out.

A cultivator's five senses are very keen, and it took him so long to call out Yan Bei, which shows how hard he is in cultivation.

"Senior Brother Yan, let's go, let's go gather."

Yan Bei pushed the door open in a daze, and Wang Wei pulled him outside.

The little friction between the two when they first met has long since disappeared, and they have cultivated some feelings during the few days they came to Central Continent together.

When I came to the square, I found the small location belonging to Shushan.

Others, including the disciples of Lingjian Peak, gathered in a different place from them.

The main mainland disciples who participated in the competition sat on one side, and on the other side were the young jazz from the Nolan mainland.

The two sides are clearly separated, and there is a trench in the middle. Everyone is sitting upright, and no one looks at the opposite camp.

Wang Luo took a look, Dallet who fought against last night did not appear in Nuolan's camp,

"It seems that the injury is not serious." Wang Luo thought to himself.

Sitting at the front was still the fifth prince. He had a solemn face, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and his brows were tightly frowned.

Another thing that makes Wang Luo very strange is that Wang Luo didn't see the girl in white clothes he met in the morning, and he didn't even find the sect wearing the same style of clothes.

"Strange, didn't you come to participate in the exchange meeting?"

While thinking wildly, a group of people came up to the front stage.

The first person was Saar, the vice chairman of the Cultivation Committee, followed by Guan Zhichen, Li Ruyi and other sect leaders.

The audience immediately fell silent. After the group of big shots stood still, Guan Zhichen stood up.

"Because the itinerary of this exchange meeting has changed, today we will directly start the martial arts competition."

Guan Zhichen was speaking on stage, but Fu Baoxin did not appear.

"Let me announce the rules of the competition. This year's rule is the competition system! Each side selects seven members and conducts a one-on-one competition. All the players on one side failed.”

"Isn't this the KOF competition system?" Wang Luo thought for a while, and realized that this competition system was the same as the previous King of Fighters' competition system.

"Next, the two sides have one hour to choose the players to participate in."

The audience immediately became noisy.

The Fifth Prince was obviously not prepared enough, because this time there were thirty or forty young jazz from Nuolan Continent, which meant that most of them would not be able to participate.

He began to choose the most suitable match from the strongest people.

As for Central Continent. . . .

It was only then that Wang Luo realized that because of the hasty preparations, apart from the anticlimactic banquet last night, young talents from various sects in the mainland did not have enough time to get to know each other.

In this way, there is no way for them to conduct unified scheduling, and each sect party does not know each other, so how to choose?
The first problem was placed in front of these cultivation disciples in the main continent.

Wang Luo thought about it and stood up.

"I think everyone should know me. I am Wang Luo, a disciple of Tianjian Peak in Shushan Mountain. We met once, but we didn't have enough time to understand and communicate. I don't think it's better than this. Everyone volunteered, and I will organize it."

"I agree!" Su Chonglou was the first to raise his hand in agreement.

The other disciples had already seen Wang Luo's demeanor last night, and also had the endorsement of Su Chonglou, who was equally famous, and expressed their support one after another.

Guan Zhichen looked at the scene below the stage and nodded in satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)