Douluo: Senior Sister is too popular, what should I do?

Chapter 88 Enemy Attack
The next day, Sang Xia woke up with a splitting headache. She was fragmented, and only vaguely remembered that she molested a pretty handsome guy last night, but she couldn't remember what he looked like. The Xiao Wu she brought back, Xiao Wu asked innocently: I don't know, I haven't seen anyone else, what's going on?

She rubbed her swollen and sore forehead, forget it, it's not a big deal, it's such a shameful thing to drink a piece of wine, so don't ask around.

Xiao Wujian, who didn't want her senior sister and Yu Tianxin's dead face to have the slightest overlap, let this matter go to the past, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The finals were held in Wuhun City, the autonomous main city of Wuhun Palace. A total of fifteen teams from the Tiandou competition area set off under the escort of 20 Royal Knights. It would take almost [-] days to reach Wuhun City.

"I heard that Wuhundian attaches great importance to this finals, and specially built a competition field." The wheels rolled over the road, and the mighty motorcade aroused countless smoke and dust along the way. Xiao Wu, who was looking out from the car window, Coughed a bit from being choked, and quickly put down the raised car curtain. Sang Xia, who was lying on her lap, was still suffering from a headache, and turned over: "Xiu, Wuhundian is so rich, Xiubai Eighty seats can be repaired."

The interior of the carriage is extremely spacious, and Dai Mubai and Tang San at the other end have already started discussing the matter of the finals: "If we can both advance to a level before participating in the competition, maybe we can be more confident."

Tang San also frowned: "For us, the real threat comes from the team selected by the Spirit Hall. Only by defeating them can we win the final championship."

Everyone has already learned about the strength of the Wuhundian team from his mouth. Hearing this, their hearts are covered with a layer of haze. They have broken through level 25 before the age of [-]. Although the statistic of Sang Xia's existence is not so earth-shattering, But the sense of oppression as an opponent is too strong.

Meeting the dignified gazes of his companions, Tang San sighed in a low voice: "What I'm most worried about is not the three opponents above level 40. If their combination is only three soul masters above level [-] and four spirit masters over [-] If we are super soul masters, then we are not without chance. My eight spider lance and twin martial souls should be able to withstand one. The remaining two should also be able to hold on to the martial soul fusion skills of Boss Dai and Zhu Qing. We There is also the support of Rong Rong and Xiao Ao. It may not be without strength. What I am most worried about now is whether they have soul bones or martial soul fusion skills. If these factors still exist, then our chances of winning It's minuscule."

Oscar folded his arms, tapped his elbows lightly with his fingers, with a contemplative expression on his face: "The championship prize presented by Wuhundian this time is three spirit bones. Since the prize is spirit bones, it should be to encourage those who participated The members of the Wuhundian Academy. Based on this, they are unlikely to have spirit bones, and this thing is not a Chinese cabbage on the side of the road. If Wuhundian can take out three yuan, it may have already emptied the inventory."

Tang San nodded in agreement: "You're right. So, what we need to pay attention to now is the martial soul fusion skills they might display.

"Let me do it." The sleepy-eyed Sangxia sat up, scratching her long, somewhat disheveled hair.

"Senior Sister...?" Tang San didn't react for a while.

"I've always been on the Shrek Academy's roster." She embraced the pillow that Zhu Zhuqing stuffed into her arms, and yawned wearily, "I'm going to the finals."

Everyone didn't know about this, Dai Mubai's eyes widened in surprise: "Senior Sister, what's going on?"

"To give you a surprise." She squinted and smiled.

"That's not right," Tang San shook his head subconsciously and denied, "This match is a test for us, we just need to do our best without leaving any regrets, even if we can't win, it doesn't matter, if you help us, what's the point? , let’s talk about the organizing committee..."

"Bah, bah, bah, you're just saying these frustrating words before the game starts," Sang Xia tapped his forehead, "Who says I'm here to help you? In the finals, I also want to show off on the field, okay? Besides Xiao Wu hasn't broken through level [-] yet, and the pressure on Spirit Hall is too great, what if something unexpected happens?"

Xiao Wu wanted to refute, but when she thought of the worship team that shrouded her heart like a shadow, her eyes flickered but then dimmed.

She meant something, Tang San's hand holding the note was tightened suddenly, his knuckles were bluish white, finally he lowered his head and let go: "Okay, I will discuss it with the teacher when he comes back."

"Senior Sister," Zhu Zhuqing looked worried, "Is your body okay?"

"It's just three soul kings, not three titled Douluo, let's sprinkle water." Sang Xia stroked her hair.

Only the heartless Ma Hongjun was overjoyed: "Senior Sister, if you come out, we have nothing to do with us. It's fine for you to go up alone and we will applaud and cheer for you from the audience."

Everyone was amused by him, only Zhu Zhuqing didn't smile, because she found that Sang Xia didn't smile either, she folded her arms and looked out of the car window, her eyes were empty and far away, her side face had an expression of indifference and boredom. The sun seems to be transparent, like a wisp of cold spring breeze.

With Sangxia at the level of Soul Sage as his trump card, the invisible pressure caused by the Wuhundian team on the Shrek Seven Monsters seemed to disappear in an instant, and his mood became much more relaxed in the following journey, and his spirit power also gained a lot Progress, except for Xiao Wu who is still at the bottleneck of level 39, everyone else has broken through to the next level.

Sangxia would occasionally step out of the carriage to breathe. She got acquainted with the captain of the knight squad who was in charge of escorting Shrek Academy, so she could ride her horse.

The captain of the team is a middle-aged woman. She has a daughter who is about the same age as Sang Xia. She really likes this girl who looks as delicate as a doll and has a sweet mouth. Every time she gets on the horse, she will gently and patiently help her put on the protective gear. Tell her to be careful.

"The armor of the knight order is so beautiful." Sang Xia touched the armor made of fine steel on her arm, "The standard sword is also beautiful."

After all, she is still a little girl, and she can use "good-looking" to describe military equipment. The captain couldn't help but smile: "In terms of military uniforms, the Cangyin Knights are the best in the world. They are the living signs of the Palace of the Pope. Their captain, that The King of Knights is called Huo, what is Huo?"

"Huo Yi."

"Yes, Huo Yi. They called Knight King Knight King all day long, and I forgot his name. He looks really good-looking," the captain nodded and smiled, "My daughter likes him very much, she published him in a magazine I cut out all the pages and made them into newspaper clippings, and I don't know if I can stay there for a few more days to take some photos for her when I go to Wuhun City this time."

"It's not easy to get a picture of the King of Knights, there are so many little girls taking pictures of him."

The smile on the corner of Sang Xia's mouth suddenly froze for a moment, and in the next second a bone-chilling expression covered the smile. She clenched the reins tightly, and her voice was as crisp as ice: "Enemy attack."

"Enemy attack?" The captain, who can be regarded as experienced in many battles, frowned slightly in doubt. Without hesitation, he got off his horse and listened carefully on the ground. There was a duller and more violent sound that gradually approached, as if a mountain torrent was pouring, it was someone galloping on the mountain road...or charging.

The team is marching in a narrow valley with towering hills on both sides. Once they fall into an enemy's ambush, the situation will be very unfavorable.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

She jumped up and waved out the long crimson flag that symbolized warning, and the voice engulfed in soul power spread in the marching team in an instant.

(End of this chapter)