After training for several days, Dai Mubai and others never made a move against Jiang Siming. Jiang Siming also gradually forgot about it.
Another night of training in the mirror world. Jiang Siming was finally able to handle the three mirror images with ease.
The early morning sunshine caressed Jiang Siming's face. Jiang Siming slowly woke up. He yawned, got up, washed up, and went to the cafeteria.
It was quite strange to see everyone there. After all, except for Tang San, it was the battle between Jiang Siming and Zhao Wuji that woke them up in the past.
When everyone saw Jiang Siming coming, their faces were a little strange.
"What's wrong, everyone? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Jiang Siming asked strangely.
"No, no." Everyone waved their hands. Zhu Zhuqing's face looked a little unnatural. Jiang Siming saw it, but didn't say anything. Jiang Siming already had some guesses.
"Brother Siming, today the teacher is taking us to the Soto City Great Spirit Fighting Arena for a team spirit fight. Are you going?" Tang San asked stiffly.
"Xiaosan, why are you talking so strangely? Of course I'm going to see how strong you are? Maybe I can give you some advice." Jiang Siming said. In fact, in the later stages of Jiang Siming's life, one person would challenge a team alone. Otherwise,
If so, there really aren't many people in the entire Soto Spirit Fighting Arena who can fight with him. As soon as the audience saw Jiang Siming come on the stage, they would all overpower one side, and the Soto Spirit Fighting Arena would probably lose everything. So Jiang Siming is the only one.
A person has a personal gold medal fighting spirit and a team gold medal fighting spirit.
Everyone finished breakfast in a weird atmosphere.
"Starting from today, I will train your team fighting ability." The master said seriously.
"In order not to reveal your age, you must wear a mask when fighting souls. Now each of you can think of a title." The master said.
Everyone came up with their own titles.
"Brother Siming, what is your title?" Tang San asked curiously.
Jiang Siming smiled mysteriously.
"Hey, mistress, I advise you not to ask, otherwise you will become autistic." Dai Mubai said seriously.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar also showed approval.
Tang San saw the three people's reactions and looked at Jiang Siming doubtfully. Jiang Siming just stood there without saying a word, silently pretending to be cool.
"Tell me, what is your title?" Zhu Zhuqing scolded.
Sure enough, he was handsome for only three seconds. Jiang Siming smiled awkwardly, coughed twice, raised a finger, and shook his finger in a pretentious manner. By the way, he turned on his domineering aura, and his level suddenly increased by 100.
%"My code name is that there is no one who can type it."
"Si Ming, you are acting illegally." Dai Mubai scolded with a smile.
"Brother Siming is that pervert!" Tang San had naturally heard about it when he was fighting souls before. No one who could fight was as mysterious as this man. He always wore a black robe and mask when fighting.
The women all looked at Jiang Siming in surprise. A trace of pride flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.
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On the way to Soto City.
"Xiao Ao, I heard a story before that there was a middle child named Bajie." Jiang Siming stretched out and said lazily.
"Oh, is that Bajie as handsome as me?" Oscar said coolly, striking a pose.
"Um, Bajie seems to be a pig." Tang San said awkwardly.
Everyone burst into laughter. Even the master couldn't help but smile.
"Jiang Siming, you are crawling for me. You are a pig." Oscar said angrily.
They were joking all the way. The master didn’t say anything to stop them. Appropriate jokes were helpful in promoting team relations.
Soto City Great Spirit Arena.
Jiang Siming has changed into a black robe and mask.
The master led everyone to register for the team. Jiang Siming still stayed in the audience stand.
Suddenly a hand was placed on Jiang Siming's shoulder. Jiang Siming's body was shocked and he subdued the man with his backhand.
"Sir, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on me. I'm just here to deliver a letter." The man quickly begged for mercy and quickly took out the letter from his arms.
Jiang Siming immediately let go, took the letter and opened it.
"Interesting, but if you ask me to go, wouldn't it be very shameful?" Jiang Siming put away the letter and continued to sit on the audience stage.
An hour later.
"Uncle Gu, do we still have to wait?" Ning Fengzhi asked awkwardly.
Bone Douluo stomped his feet angrily, "This kid, how can this be unreasonable? Our Qibao Glazed Sect personally invited him, but we didn't even give him any face."
"Uncle Gu, if you want him to meet outside the city, it will inevitably make him suspicious. It's normal if you don't come." Ning Fengzhi said persuadingly.
Last time Ning Fengzhi asked Ning Rongrong to invite Jiang Siming to Qibao Glazed Sect. Jiang Siming had been back for so long and had not taken any action. Ning Fengzhi wanted to go see Jiang Siming in person. But Bone Douluo insisted on beating him.
Jiang Siming was stunned because Jiang Siming had bullied Ning Rongrong. Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to invite Jiang Siming to meet outside the city.
In fact, Jiang Siming just said it casually at the time, but he didn't expect Ning Fengzhi to take it seriously. Jiang Siming also promised to remove Poison Douluo's poison. It's not a rush, after all, Shrek will have to go to Tiandou City sooner or later. But he can visit Qibao Liuli.
Zong, he had never thought about it. After all, when he met Ning Rongrong for the first time, the scene was very embarrassing. He did not want to be beaten by two titled Douluo.
A quarter of an hour later.
Jiang Siming was sitting in a teahouse drinking tea. A middle-aged man with elegant clothes and elegant demeanor walked in. Behind him was an old man with gray hair and a childlike face. He gave the teahouse owner a bag of gold soul coins and bought the entire teahouse.
"How about we sit down and chat?" Ning Fengzhi said politely. The old man next to him snorted.
"Sect Master Ning, please." Jiang Siming made a gesture of invitation.
"How did you know it was me?" Ning Fengzhi asked with interest.
"There was no signature on the letter, so I didn't know it at first. But I saw that you were dressed luxuriously and that there was a Titled Douluo behind you, but you didn't mean any harm to me. So I guessed that you are Rongrong's father." Jiang Siming sipped.
He took a sip of tea and said.
"What are you pretending to be, kid? Let me ask you, have you bullied my Rongrong family?" Bone Douluo asked Jiang Siming, slapping the table.
"Uncle Gu, don't worry. Jiang Siming didn't mean to come here." Ning Fengzhi tried to smooth things over.
Jiang Siming thought to himself, "This is one person playing a good role and the other a bad person!"
"I don't know, what does Sect Leader Ning want from me?" Jiang Siming asked knowingly.
"You are Rongrong's friend, just call me Uncle Ning. If you don't mind, I will call you Si Mingke." Ning Fengzhi said politely.
"Uncle Ning is joking." Jiang Siming replied and agreed.
"I heard, Siming, you have a kind of elixir in your hand that can improve a person's potential and physical fitness. I wonder if you have any leftovers? I, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, bought it at a large price."
"I'm sorry, Uncle Ning. This elixir is hard to come by, and I don't have any left. I'm afraid I'll disappoint you." Jiang Siming shook his head. He had already used up the body-building elixir. Even if he had some, he wouldn't use it.
Instead of selling it, it is better to improve the strength of the Shrek Seven Monsters. After all, each sect has spies from other sects. Once the news reaches the ears of Wuhun Hall, Jiang Siming will be in constant trouble.