Two white lights fell from the sky and fell on him and Ye You respectively.

Wu Siduo felt the warmth spread throughout his body in an instant, and the strong sense of weakness that had been earlier recovered quickly, and even the backlash brought by the martial soul fusion technique was greatly reduced.

"Hu——" She breathed a long breath and stood up slowly.

On the other side, under the white light, after a few seconds, Ye You barely raised his head and supported him to climb up from the ground.

The eight battle armors on his body were obviously dim, and he was covered in dust, with a trace of blood hanging on the corners of his mouth. Yes, even under the protection of the eight battle armors, he was still injured.

"Grade 1, Class 1, Wu Siduo, win!" Mr. Cai looked at both sides and gave the final result.

This game was actually a loss-winning loss. Although Ye Ai, who had eight battle armors, was knocked unconscious at that moment, Wu Siduo actually had no power to fight anymore. But the game was a game, Wu Siduo did not fall into a coma at least. He narrowly won with a trace.

Ye You's facial muscles were obviously twitching. Under the holy light of the Holy Spirit Douluo, the injuries in his body were healed quickly and his physical strength was almost recovering. He smiled bitterly and gave a thumbs up in the direction of Wu Siduo, and stepped down in shame.

Wu Siduo frowned.

In fact, the other party may not necessarily lose. If you give everyone enough rest time, in the case of a life-and-death struggle, you will definitely lose yourself.

The Holy Spirit Douluo's holy light can heal injuries and restore physical strength, but it cannot solve the backlash of her martial soul fusion technique. She cannot use the Netherworld White Tiger again, and Ye Ai, who was treated, can continue to fight as long as he recovers for a while.

You are not strong enough, you have to become stronger.

But Wu Siduo also believed that as long as he gave himself enough time, in another year or two, Ye Ai would never be his opponent. It seems that he really wanted to find a suitable second soul for the White Tiger Martial Soul, just like Yuan En Yehui.

Before she knew it, she had already regarded Yuan En Yehui as her goal.

Two consecutive victories, one and two-year teams, two consecutive victories.

The students from Grade 1 of Grade 3 have no longer spoken, but the first and second grades have become a sea of ​​joy.

Each grade is three years apart! In this case, they can get two copies. In fact, they have won respect in this exchange match.

The Holy Spirit Douluo took back the holy light and couldn't help but nod, "The new generation of children are really talented. The two twin martial souls have their own characteristics, and they are all potentials in the future. However, why didn't you see Tang Wulin appear?" She still had a very deep memory of Tang Wulin.

The Red Dragon Douluo Zhuoshi, sitting behind her, said: "Wulin should have played in the two-on-two match with Gu Yue, and then played in the team battle."

Yali said in surprise: "Who was the last one-on-one, one-year, and the second grade sent? Is that little guy from the Holy Angel Family?"

"It seems that it's not. It's Ye Xinglan who came out of the inner courtyard."

"Xinglan? It's this girl. Just look at how far she has reached now."

Song Lin's face looked a little ugly, but she did not blame Ye You for losing the first two games. It was really not because her students didn't work hard or because the other party had too much luck. It was really a gap in strength.

The students who are at least five years apart and can still defeat themselves, Yuan Enyehui and Wu Siduo are almost bound to enter the inner courtyard in the future, and they are likely to become leaders in the inner courtyard in the future. But she is still unwilling to accept it. If the third grade loses to the lower grade, it will be too embarrassing.

"Mo Jue." A light lit up in Song Lin's eyes.

"I know. Teacher Song, don't worry, you will win in the third game!" Mo Jue had arrived at Song Lin at some point and raised his cheek proudly.

Song Lin's face eased a little, "It's not just about winning this game, but we must not lose every game in the next game. The time is to defend the glory of Class 1 of Grade 3."

Her voice was very calm, but the students around her were all excited. Yes, so what if you are excellent in talent? Now, we are still in the third grade.

Mo Jue did not jump onto the competition stage, but walked up the steps step by step.

"Mo Jue, it's Mo Jue that's going to take action. Look, it's Mo Jue!"

Behind the audience, there was a lot of discussion among students of all grades.

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Chapter completed!