"Well, just know that you are wrong. Go back and rest. You will go to watch the game tomorrow morning. This kind of game will inspire you a lot. Watch it with your heart." Feng Qingyun warned again before turning and leaving.

"(*^__^*) Hee hee... I looked like you were scared. Let me see if you peed your pants." After Feng Qingyun left, Feng Ziyan came up to her and found that Zheng Zinuo's face was pale.

joked.

"It's okay, senior sister, I have to go back. Maybe you will have a competition tomorrow. Come on! Goodbye, senior sister!" Zheng Zinuo hurriedly replied, as if he was relieved, and hurried back to the room.

"Huh? Junior brother is usually fearless, why is he so strange today?" Feng Ziyan asked doubtfully, looking at Zheng Zinuo's panicked back.

"Perhaps you were scared by your father just now. Hey...he is just an eight-year-old child. He is so strict with him. I have to talk to your father properly when I go back. Come on, go back." Yu Rong said with heartache.

"Eh? Zino, didn't you say you went to the toilet? I thought you fell into the cesspit? Haha..." After returning, Dongfang Shenyong joked.

"Oh, it's okay, senior brother, I'm a little tired, so I'll go to bed first. You can continue practicing." Zheng Zinuo replied with his head lowered, then ran to the bed and covered himself with a thin sheet and fell asleep.

"Eh? Junior brother, are you okay?" Dongfang Shenyong was very confused and was about to get up and take a look at Zheng Zinuo.

"It's okay, senior brother, I'm just a little homesick." Zheng Zinuo opened the quilt, revealed his little head and smiled at Dongfang Shenyong.

"I'm homesick." Dongfang Shenyong sighed softly and thought to himself, when brothers meet each other, they will inevitably think of their relatives, eight-year-old children, how pitiful they are. After shaking his head and saying a few words of comfort, they both fell asleep.

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In the early morning of the next day, Zheng Zinuo was tired from last night and slept very hard. When Dongfang Shenyong woke him up, he felt a little dazed. It was not until he finished practicing the soul-searching eye and had breakfast that he felt a little better.

After hugging Yin and Yang and making out, he followed Feng Qingyun and others towards the training ground. Alertly, he looked at the Lihuofeng disciples sitting next to him and found that Wang Qing and Li Fei, who was seriously injured by him, were both sitting among them.

, a hanging heart finally relaxed, and subconsciously smiled at them.

However, Wang Qing and Li Fei were horrified. They didn't dare to look directly at him, and they no longer had the arrogance they had yesterday.

"The eleventh game begins now!" As the referee's loud voice sounded, the noisy and lively training ground suddenly became quiet.

"Contestant No. 21 Qu Junlin from Xuanming Palace and Contestant No. 22 Zhao Enbo from Haotianmen are invited to compete."

"There are no disciples from our Lingyin Sect in the first competition, that's good." Zheng Zinuo held Yin Yang in his arms, and whispered to Feng Ziyan.

"Eh? Look at Qu Junlin from Xuanming Palace." Feng Ziyan suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Zinuo asked, looking along Feng Ziyan's finger, he saw a young man dressed in white, about eleven or twelve years old, with a beautiful tree facing the wind, walking toward the high platform with dignity.

"Didn't you notice? All the disciples of Xuanming Palace wear yellow clothes, but he is the only one who wears white clothes. It's really unique." Feng Ziyan said.

"Oh, maybe he likes white, whatever." Zheng Zinuo said, as the two people in the field had already walked up.

When it comes to Qu Junlin's Yushu Linfeng, who was born and raised at a young age, Zhao Enbo, who is a few years older than him across from him, is much uglier. He is dressed in black. He, who is already dark, looks even darker and thicker.

Her tall thighs, burly figure, and not-so-correct facial features make her look as ugly as possible.
Chapter completed!