Chapter 86 The Eve of the Competition
Tang San said immediately.
"Ahem, Fatty, I can't help you with your request. I don't have much money left. I just have some living expenses left."
Ma Hongjun is tentative. asked.
"Third brother, your sister is so rich, how about you go and borrow some from your sister? With your sister's character, she will definitely give it to you."
Tang San didn't expect that Ma Hongjun would target his sister and said it calmly.
“How can a man, born between heaven and earth, ask for money from a girl? Even if it is to borrow, it is impossible.”
Of course Tang San knew that if he wanted money, the little sister would definitely I will give it, but he still wants to lose face.
My little sister gives it to me, I can accept it, let me take the initiative to ask for it, it’s impossible, absolutely impossible.
"Fat man, you don't need to say anything, I will not borrow the money. I advise you not to harass Xiaoya, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
After finishing speaking, Tang San suddenly felt that the tone of his words seemed a bit excessive, so he said again randomly.
"The sword is impossible. It uses too many materials. However, I remember that there seems to be a set of needle techniques in the secret book. I can give you a set of needles."
Although he didn't get what he wanted, Ma Hongjun still accepted what was given for free.
I returned to my room feeling slightly disappointed, and placed a needle box randomly on the table.
At this time, a girl walked out of the room and looked happy when she saw this exquisite set of needles.
"Hongjun, you are so kind. I like your gift very much."
Hearing this, Ma Hongjun quickly took it over. This is something he will practice in the future and dominate the soul master world in the future. To suppress all kinds of geniuses, they point to this thing. If it were given to Cuihua, I would be too embarrassed to go to a blacksmith to get a set of embroidery needles. It would be embarrassing.
"Ahem, Cuihua, I treated you badly in the past, but I will treat you well in the future. Leave sewing to me."
Hear Cuihua was moved by Ma Hongjun's true confession.
“Hongjun, you are so kind.”
Early the next morning, just after dinner, the master took everyone to the Grand Soul Fighting Arena in Soto City.
In the lounge.
The master took out a dozen masks that had been prepared from his pocket.
"I made this for you yesterday. Remember to wear it when you participate in spirit fighting in the future. In addition, you can think of a nickname for yourself. After registering, I will not rename you again if you participate in the competition in the future. "
Tang Ya understands the master's meaning very well. After all, anything as beautiful as Lin Feng will destroy it. The two sisters also said that they should keep a low profile.
Soon, everyone came up with their own nicknames, which were unchanged from the original work. Finally, the master set his sights on Tang Ya.
"Okay, it's your turn, do you have any good ideas?"
"What about a title?" Thinking of this, a name suddenly appeared in Tang Ya's mind. , and then said involuntarily.
"The King of Tushan."
"Tushan? What kind of mountain is this? Why haven't I heard of it?" Ning Rongrong blinked his big eyes and asked in confusion .
"Ahem." Tang San thought for a moment and then said.
“Maybe it’s the hill we climbed every day when we were young, but we never knew the name. It turns out it’s called Tushan.”
“The name of this mountain always feels weird. "
"Ahem." At this time, the master coughed slightly and interrupted several people.
"Xiaoya, your nickname is a bit inappropriate. Calling me Wang is a bit too arrogant. How about calling me Phantom Fox?"
"Phantom Spirit Fox? Xiaoya, this name suits you very well, why not call it this."
Tang Ya nodded casually.
"Okay, it's just a name anyway."
At this time, Tang Ya's thoughts were a little messy. Tushan, where is this? Why did she say this name? Moreover, this place felt inexplicably familiar, but she couldn't remember it.
Could it be that, as the third brother said, it was really the hilltop at the head of the village, but he drank it himself, so he couldn't remember it?
I shook my head violently, forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore, my head hurts.
Soon, the master began to arrange candidates for the team competition.
Because the team competition is calculated based on the higher level of the two people, and one of them is a third-level soul master, then even if his teammate is a first-level soul master, he will also participate in the soul master level. game.
The ones at level 30 include Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and Oscar.
Those at level 20 are Ning Rongrong, Tang Ya, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ma Hongjun.
In this way, the master quickly made a plan,
Tang San + Xiao Wu's team,
Dai Mubai + Oscar.
Ning Rongrong is purely a support player and needs a stronger teammate, so no need to think about it, she still teams up with Tang Ya.
The last team is Zhu Zhuqing + Ma Hongjun.
As soon as this result came out, Dai Mubai couldn't stand still.
"Master, this is not possible. Zhuqing cannot team up with Fatty."
With Fatty's character, he might take advantage of his fiancée. How can this be possible?
Hearing this, the master turned his attention to Ning Rongrong.
"Ning Rongrong, how about you team up with Ma Hongjun?"
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong hugged Tang Ya's jade arm tightly and said with firm eyes.
"No, I will never leave Xiaoya until I die."
In this regard, the master also looked helpless. These students are so young, why is this circle so chaotic.
At this time, Tang Ya said.
"How about this, Xiaowu and Zhuqing, my brother and Oscar, and Boss Dai, you and Ma Hongjun team up, how about it?"
"But then Zhuqing will have to go to the level 30 competition. It’s time.”
Zhu Zhuqing nodded.
"Okay, Xiao Wu and I will team up."
As soon as he said this, Dai Mubai felt mixed emotions in his heart. Is Zhuqing still unwilling to team up with him?
However, relatively speaking, this may be the most suitable match. However, look at the fat man on the side, hey, he is probably going to kneel again today.
As for why Tang Ya suggested this, it was obvious that Fatty was not very popular, and none of the girls were willing to team up with him.
As for the boys, the third brother has no hidden weapons and does not have much advantage in fighting at the same level. If he is asked to lead Ma Hongjun, who is over level 20, there is no need to think about it, he will lose the game.
As for Oscar, this is even more obvious. Ma Hongjun, a level 20 power attack type, really cannot win in the circle of level 30.
There is no need to choose. Dai Mubai can only take the bastard Ma Hongjun. However, Ma Hongjun is not that unbearable. His level is a bit lower, but with Dai Mubai's cover, It can still produce some output, although it may be a little scratchy.
In order not to be matched together, several people deliberately staggered the registration time. Soon, the team competition between Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun began.
"Boss Dai, come on, we are waiting for your first victory."
"Boss Dai, Zhuqing is watching you here, don't lose."
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Dai Mubai's head was filled with confusion when he heard these words, MMP, let me lead a bastard, I'll win with the head.
"Fat man, wait and see who your opponent is. I'll deal with one first, and you hold off the other one. It doesn't require you to win, just don't lose.",
Just don't lose?
Thinking of this, Ma Hongjun tightened the needle and thread in his hand. He practiced hard all night. He had been pricked countless times. He just waited for today.
Who is holding back? Not necessarily yet.
At this time, Tang Ya, who was in the audience, cast her eyes on the distant competition stands with emotion.
Why, she felt like she was being watched.