The two battles of the strongest during the day did not exhaust the energy of Wanjie Lou's customers.
At night, Wanjie Lou's performance was still packed with people talking about the past and the present.
In the central square of the Myriad World Mall, there was a ten feet long and ten feet wide stage. On it were the performances provided by all the worlds.
Around the stage sat a dense crowd, each and every one of them was watching the performance on the stage with rapt attention.
At the same time, in an ordinary guest room of Wanjie Lou.
Lu Xiao Feng kept rubbing his neatly combed beard. His eyes would look at the two people in the room, and then look out of the room. He wanted to leave, but he didn't want to. He wanted to stay, but he didn't want to leave.
"Ximen Chui Xue, Ye Gu Cheng, are you two really not going to watch the performance outside? There's Chang 'e, the Chang' e in the moon. Aren't you two interested?"
Lu Xiao Feng's face was filled with grief and indignation. He pointed at Ximen Chui Xue and Ye Gu Cheng and shouted.
Ximen Chui Xue and Ye Gu Cheng were like solid rocks and rotten wood. There was no interest in them at all.
"I've said this 32 times."
Ximen Chui Xue was wearing a white robe that was whiter than snow. His face was cold and his voice was light.
He did not look at Lu Xiao Feng, who was pacing back and forth in front of him. Instead, he was looking at the sword in his hand. A pitch black sword. Pitch black, long, and ancient.
His mind seemed to be immersed in this pitch-black treasured sword, and there were no other external things.
"Chang 'e, you haven't seen it before. And you've seen it more than once."
Ye Gu Cheng was wearing a black robe and had white hair. His eyes were sharp and cold. He gently stroked the sword in his hand as if this sword was his true love.
He was like a white cloud in the sky, leisurely traveling among the mountains, flawless and unfettered.
"Although tomorrow's competition is very important, I still need to take a break and relax."
A smile appeared on Lu Xiao Feng's face. He finally revealed his purpose.
Ever since Wanjie Lou announced the start of the Clash of the Strongest, Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gu Cheng had been sitting in this guest room for an entire day. They did not even go to watch the two Clash of the Strongest outside.
"I've heard that those immortals and mighty beings have also participated in the first two matches. I'm afraid there will be many immortals and demons in tomorrow's match."
Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were filled with helplessness. He did not have the slightest confidence in tomorrow's match. It could even be said that he was doomed to fail.
"Whether it's a god or a devil, tomorrow's realm will be the same."
Ximen Chui Xue finally shifted his gaze from the black sword in his bosom to his good friend, Lu Xiao Feng. He knew that Lu Xiao Feng was just trying to comfort him and Ye Gu Cheng. There was not a trace of worry in his words.
"It's been a long time since we fought. I wonder if we'll meet again tomorrow?"
Ye Gu Cheng's face was still as cold as snow, but Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gu Cheng both saw excitement, joy, and passion in his bright eyes …
"You …"
Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly. The guest room fell into silence again.
The pure white moonlight shone through the open window, sprinkling a thin layer of silver frost. One person leaned against the window, leaning against the railing and gazing at the moon. The other two sat cross-legged, one black and one white, reflecting each other's beauty.
… …
At the base of the WuTang Clan.
"Master, it's time for dinner."
Song YuanQiao was dressed in a Taoist robe. His face was calm and peaceful, just like before. He looked like he was in his thirties, but his sideburns were slightly white, and his body was slightly plump. He walked into a quiet room and spoke carefully.
"YuanQiao, you're here."
Inside the room was a man in his thirties. His hair was black and shiny, and his complexion was fair. His bright eyes looked at Song YuanQiao as he walked in, and a warm smile appeared on his face.
This man was the leader of the WuTang Clan, Zhang SanFeng.
"Master, the juniors have brought their disciples outside to watch the show. Would you like to go out and have a look?"
Song YuanQiao gently put down the lunch box he was carrying, and carefully took out the food inside and placed it in front of Zhang SanFeng.
Although Zhang SanFeng had already reached the realm of inedia, he still ate normally every day.
"Today's food is very good."
Zhang SanFeng said with a faint smile on his face.
There were two more dishes than usual.
"I guess Master won't eat tomorrow."
Song YuanQiao sighed. Tomorrow morning was the third stage's strongest competition. Zhang SanFeng would probably close his eyes and rest, waiting for the competition to come.
"Master, I'll leave first."
Song YuanQiao looked at Zhang SanFeng, who was slowly chewing the food. He wanted to say something, but he hesitated. In the end, he slowly left the room without saying anything.
He wanted to tell his master that those who participated in the competition were all scoundrels, each more shameless than the other.
Although the contract beasts were not explicitly stated, everyone basically had one.
How could there be five contract beasts? Some even brought hundreds of contract beasts. Was this still a competition?
This was already a gang fight!
Zhang SanFeng acted as if he didn't see the expression on Song YuanQiao's face. After quietly finishing his meal, he put the dishes back into the lunch box, took it outside, and sat down quietly.
*****
Zhonghua Building.
"The competition, the competition, tomorrow is the competition …"
Naruto walked back and forth. At this moment, he was restless, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously. There was even cold sweat on his forehead, but there was excitement in his eyes. He seemed to be a contradictory person.
Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy could be seen on his body, as well as all kinds of contradictory and mixed emotions.
Although he had sent a doppelganger to participate in the competition, it was not so much a competition as a test of his opponent's state of mind.
As a result, Naruto's doppelganger met the Taiqing Sage in the world of the Journey to the West Exorcism.
"Yes, the competition is tomorrow. Eat more, so you can have a good competition tomorrow."
Luffy answered. He picked up a roasted leg of lamb and started to chomp down on it. He had entered the mode of wolfing down the food.
As for Sun Wukong, he had already disappeared. In the room, only the sound of the bowls and dishes hitting each other could be heard.
"Alas …"
Naruto sat at the dining table with a sad face. Naruto and Sun Wukong were like two gluttons, constantly eating the delicious food brought by the little chef.
… …
"Unparalleled Sword, tomorrow is the first battle since we came back."
Under the bright moon, a man who seemed to be in his twenties was wiping the golden sword in his hand and murmuring. His eyes were as sharp as swords.
"I wonder if the prey tomorrow will be abundant."
In the attic, there was a domineering woman with gorgeous silver-blue hair and deep ice-blue eyes. Her voice was cold, but there was a trace of eagerness in it.
Some people were leaning against the railing and looking at the moon, some were singing and drinking, some were concentrating on their swords, some were sitting cross-legged and meditating …
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