Chapter 523 Tomorrow Is a Good Day (Happy New Year's Day!)

During the day, the vigorous competition for the two strongest battles did not exhaust the energy of the customers of Wanjielou.

In the evening, the performances of Wanjielou are still crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, talking about the past and the present.

In the central square of Wanjie Mall, there is a stage ten feet long and ten feet wide, on which are performances provided by various worlds.

There are dense crowds sitting around the stage, each of them is engrossed in enjoying the performance on the stage, with intoxicated expressions.

At this time, in an ordinary guest room in Wanjie Building.

Lu Xiaofeng kept rubbing his well-combed beard, looking at the two people in the room for a while, and looking out of the room for a while, wanting to leave but not leaving, wanting to stay but wanting to leave, with a tangled expression on his face expression.

"Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng, you two really don't want to go to the performance outside, but there is Chang'e, Chang'e in the middle of the moon, don't you have any interest?"

With a look of grief and indignation on Lu Xiaofeng's face, he pointed at Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, and said loudly.

Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng are solid rocks and rotten wood, without the slightest interest.

"That sentence has been said thirty-two times."

Ximen Chuuxue was dressed in white clothes, white clothes were better than snow, his face was stern, and his voice was calm.

His eyes did not look at Lu Xiaofeng who was wandering back and forth in front of him, but kept looking at a sword in his hand, a pitch-black sword, pitch-black, long and narrow, ancient.

His mind seemed to be immersed in this pitch-black sword, without any other external objects.

"Chang'e, you haven't seen one, and you've seen more than one."

Ye Gucheng was dressed in black and had white hair, his eyes were sharp and cold, and he gently stroked the sword in his hand, as if this sword was his true love.

THe is like a white cloud in the sky, roaming leisurely in the mountains and hills, flawless and untainted, without entanglement or entanglement.

"Tomorrow's game, although very important, also needs to rest and relax."

A smile appeared on Lu Xiaofeng's face, and he finally revealed his purpose.

Ever since Wanjielou announced the strongest battle, Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng sat in this guest room for a whole day.

They didn't even watch the two strongest battles outside.

"I have inquired clearly before that those gods and gods were also mixed into the first two games. Tomorrow's game, I am afraid there will be many gods and monsters."

There was a deep helplessness in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, he was not sure about tomorrow's match, it could even be said that failure was already doomed.

"Whether it's a god or a demon, the realm of tomorrow is the same realm." I can't help myself

Ximen Chuuxue finally shifted his eyes from the pitch-black sword in his arms to his good friend, Lu Xiaofeng. He knew that Lu Xiaofeng really comforted him and Ye Gucheng, and there was no worry in his words.

"We haven't competed for a long time, I wonder if we can meet tomorrow?"

Ye Gucheng's complexion was still as cold as snow, but both Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng could see the excitement, excitement, and enthusiasm from his piercing eyes...

"you········"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly, and the guest room fell into silence.

The white moonlight casts thin silver frost through the open window. One person leans against the door and window, leans on the railing to look at the moon, and the two sit cross-legged, one black and one white, reflecting each other.

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The Wudang faction is stationed.

"Master, it's time for dinner."

Song Yuanqiao was wearing a Taoist attire, with a calm and peaceful expression on his face, just like in the past. He looked about thirty years old, but his temples were slightly gray, and his body was a little fat. He walked into a quiet room and said cautiously.

"Yuqiao, you're here."

Inside the room was a man about thirty years old, with black hair shawl, black and shiny, fair complexion, bright eyes looking at Song Yuanqiao who walked in, with a gentle smile on his face.

This person is the head teacher of Wudang School, Zhang Sanfeng.

"Master, all the juniors have taken their disciples to watch the performance outside, do you want to go outside and have a look?"

Song Yuanqiao gently put down the lunch box on his body, carefully took out the food inside, and placed it in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

Although Zhang Sanfeng has reached the realm of bigu, he eats normally every day.

"Today's food is very good."

Zhang Sanfeng said with a faint smile on his face.

Two more dishes than usual.

"I guess Master won't eat it tomorrow."

Song Yuanqiao sighed softly, tomorrow morning will be the match of the strongest battle of the third tier, Zhang Sanfeng may enter a state of closing his eyes and resting his mind, waiting for the final arrival of the match.

"Master, I will leave first."

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng who was slowly chewing his food, hesitant to speak on his face, and finally left the room slowly without saying anything.

He really wanted to tell his master that those who competed were scoundrels, each one was more shameless than the other. President's Substitute Lover

Although the contracted beasts are not clearly stated, basically everyone is one.

How could there be five contracted beasts, or even hundreds of contracted beasts, is this still a competition?

This has turned into a siege!

Zhang Sanfeng didn't seem to see the expression on Song Yuanqiao's face. After eating quietly, he put the dishes into the lunch box, took them outside the door, and sat down quietly.

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Zhonghua Building.

"It's the game, it's the game, tomorrow is the game..."

Naruto walked back and forth, at this moment he was fidgeting, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, even cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but his eyes revealed excitement, he was like a body of contradictory emotions.

On his body, one can see emotions, anger, sorrow, joy, and various opposite and mixed expressions.

Although he once sent a clone to participate in the competition of the strongest battle of the first order, it is not so much a competition as to test his opponent, who has a higher mood.

In the end, I met the Taiqing sage in the world of Journey to the West, Conquering the Demons, the shadow clone of Naruto, and disappeared with a wave of his hand on the spot.

"Yeah, the game is going to be played tomorrow, eat more, so that we can play well tomorrow."

Luffy responded, picked up a roasted leg of lamb, bit it, and entered the gobbling mode.

As for Monkey King, he had long since disappeared. All he could hear was the clattering of dishes in the room, and the rising dishes on the table.

"Oh~"

Naruto sat at the dining table with a melancholy face, frowning, Naruto and Sun Wukong seemed like two gluttons, eating the delicacies delivered by the little master continuously.

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"Wushuangjian, tomorrow is the first battle between you and me when we return."

Under the bright moon, a man who looked to be in his twenties wiped the golden sword in his hand and murmured, his eyes revealed a look like a sharp sword.

"I don't know if tomorrow's prey will be rich or not?"

On the pavilion, there was a domineering woman with gorgeous silver-blue long hair and deep ice-blue eyes, her voice was cold but with a hint of eagerness.

Some people look at the moon leaning over the fence, their minds wander, some people sing about wine, their minds are soaring, some people rub their swords and focus on their eyes, some people meditate cross-legged, and there is no wave in the ancient well...

Tomorrow is a good day! (.)