Xiang Wuqing and Tang Wutong returned to the dormitory, no longer bored, and began to practice separately.
The intimacy between the two was always on point, and Xiang Qingqing never went overboard. This was a sign of respect for Tang Wutong and a respect for their relationship.
The same freshman dormitory, but different from Xiang Wuqing's, the atmosphere in this dormitory is obviously a bit solemn.
Jiang Nannan looked at Tang Ya who had been sitting by the window for a long time and said,
"Xiaoya, are you okay?"
The blue silver grass in Tang Ya's hand was gently wrapped around her arm. She stared blankly at the blue silver grass on her arm and said,
"I'm fine."
Tang Ya just shook her head slightly, then smiled bitterly and said,
"How can someone as talented as me, Blue Silver Grass, hope to revive the Tang Sect?"
Jiang Nannan Xiumei frowned slightly. She didn't know how to comfort Tang Ya now. Her knowledge of the sect was very limited.
Tang Ya smiled and said,
"That's all, I've already shouldered enough of this Tang Sect. I'm satisfied to be able to avenge my parents and relatives. What's more, the current Tang Sect is just an empty name."
Jiang Nannan looked at Tang Ya and nodded slightly. Although she had had many unfortunate encounters, her experiences pale in comparison to Tang Ya's.
At least her mother is still alive, right? Thinking of her mother, Jiang Nannan felt a little bitter in her heart. Since she finished treating her mother, she rarely went home. She didn't know how to face her mother.
Now she must be able to earn the money she used to spend on medical treatment, but she was really desperate before.
When she thought about this, it was like a big stone was pressing on her chest, and not only that, the image of that dog would appear in her mind involuntarily.
Gently gritting her teeth, Jiang Nannan went to bed and started practicing cross-legged.
A night of silence.
Today's freshman assessment has not yet begun, and the viewing platform is already filled with Shrek students and teachers. Among them, Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo also came to the viewing platform early.
This is not only the best freshman in recent years, but also a stake for the two of them. The two of them have to pay attention to this championship battle.
Off the field.
Xiang Qingqing looked at Gu Yuena and Jin Yi who came in a hurry and said,
"Hey, isn't this the busy guy in our class? Long time no see."
Gu Yuena glanced at Tang Wutong beside Xiang Wuqing, rolled her eyes and said to Xiang Wuqing,
"I have to report to you what I have done."
Xiang Qingqing's tone suddenly stopped, he had such a bad temper.
Looking at Xiang Wuqing who was being scolded, Tang Wutong chuckled and said,
"Although Na'er is very busy, she still came to cheer us up today. You really don't have a good sense of sight, you two."
Xiao Xiao added more words from behind, "The monitor's emotional intelligence is really low."
Xiang Wuqing was speechless for a moment by the three women, and could only smile bitterly.
Huo Yuhao couldn't stand it, but he didn't dare to interrupt. If he interrupted now, he would definitely get angry with the three women, so he didn't dare.
However, the four Beibei people who came over at this time happened to come over to rescue Xiang Qingqing.
Behind Beibei are Tang Ya, Xu Sanshi and Jiang Nannan.
Originally, Jiang Nannan didn't want to appear at the same time as Xu Sanshi, but this guy was really thick-skinned and couldn't drive him away even if he was beaten to death. Jiang Nannan had no choice but to follow him.
Tang Ya smiled brightly at Xiang Wuqing and said,
"After you win this game, I hope to have a good talk with you."
Xiang Wuqing smiled back, nodded and said,
"no problem."
Soon, the assessment began.
On one side is Xiang Wuqing's team, which advanced to the finals without a single defeat, and on the other side is Dai Huabin's team, which won three games in a row yesterday.
However, the feeling among all the viewers today was one-sided. Xiang Qingqing was too strong, and no one thought that Dai Huabin's side had a chance of winning.
The two parties stood still, Xiang Wuqing looked at Dai Huabin opposite and said with a smile,
"You have been waiting for this day for a long time."
Dai Huabin's face was gloomy, he knew what he was going to face today.
How to win?
"The assessment begins!"
Following the referee teacher’s order.
Roar!
Dai Huabin was the first to release his martial spirit, and the evil-eyed white tiger and black and white stripes appeared on his body, and then Zhu Lu also released his martial spirit, the ghost civet cat.
At the first moment, the core of the two teams did not launch a charge, but hugged each other.
"Martial spirit fusion skill, Netherworld White Tiger?"
Xiang Wuqing looked at the two people opposite with black and white ripples on their bodies, their expressions still calm. Is this your last resort? It seems a little insufficient.
Qian Duoduo frowned as he looked at the phantom of the white tiger that gradually emerged from the field,
"Old fox, is this what you rely on?"
Yan Shaozhe chuckled and said,
"The Netherworld White Tiger, the martial soul fusion skills of a three-ring soul master and a two-ring great soul master, ordinary four-ring soul masters are no match for them."
Qian Duoduo hummed,
"Even so, he may not be that boy's opponent, right?"
An inexplicable smile appeared on Yan Shaozhe's face, and then he smiled and said,
"Just watch it."
Just behind Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu, several threads of silk thread suddenly appeared in the hands of a young man with very fair skin. These threads first entangled five people, including himself, and finally wrapped around Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu, who had turned into huge ghostly white tigers.
Just when Xiang Qingqing still didn't understand why, Huo Yuhao suddenly exclaimed,
"No, the soul power of all of them is continuously gathering towards the Netherworld White Tiger."
The term "Netherworld White Tiger" is not unfamiliar to Huo Yuhao at all.
A white light flashed past, and the mental detection was shared. Xiang Qingqing also successfully saw the soul power movement route of Dai Huabin and others on the opposite side.
Sure enough, as Huo Yuhao said, everyone's soul power was concentrated on the three-meter-tall Netherworld White Tiger.
At this time, with the passage of time, the body of the Netherworld White Tiger continued to expand and gradually solidified.
Dai Huabin, who had a dominant position in controlling the Nether White Tiger, was glaring at the white-haired boy who was still calm and calm with bloodshot eyes in his eyes!
Damn it, Xiang Qingqing's calm look made Dai Huabin feel as sick as if he had eaten a fly. He was not afraid?
Not afraid?
It's not enough that he can beat me, it's not enough!
Hahaha...that's it.
Dai Huabin, whose eyes were bloodshot, roared in an extremely hoarse voice,
"With my soul, I respectfully invite the Holy King!"
A huge roar roared throughout the audience. The five people behind the giant white tiger had exhausted their soul power and were directly forced out of the arena by the sound wave. Xiang Qingqing also squinted his eyes and looked at the strange white tiger. Things seemed to have changed.
It's a lot more interesting.
A look of doubt flashed across Yan Shaozhe's eyes. The Netherworld White Tiger could not achieve this kind of world-dominating aura.
Boom, boom, boom...
A powerful beating sound of a heart appeared in the field, as if a giant beast suddenly woke up.
An unparalleled look appeared in those golden tiger eyes, yes, golden, not the original strange eyes...