Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Although Qinghe is old, he is well maintained, without any wrinkles, and he is kind and easy to get along with.

"Very good, very good, with Luo'er's help, Master Uncle will be much more at ease in the future."

Ling Luo smiled and nodded.

Next, Ling Luo followed Yan Bao to the seventh-floor book tower, took out the rare books of the strange world left by the previous headmaster from the heavy wooden box, and gave them to Jie.

With Yanbo's special care, Jie doesn't have to stay in the book tower on the second floor to clean, and he can free up a lot of time to practice.

After everything was sorted out, it was getting late, Ling Luo went out of the Book Collection Tower, returned to Xuanzi Pavilion, stopped practicing, and had a good night's sleep with her head covered.

The next day, Ling Luo woke up naturally from a deep sleep, feeling unbelievably comfortable in all her muscles and bones.

She got up and washed up briefly, and then saw Xuanyuan Yu in the yard.

"Luo'er, you are really a sleepy little lazy cat." Xuanyuan Yu sat on the edge of the stone table, drinking tea leisurely.

Ling Luo rolled her eyes and said, "You climbed over the wall again?"

"Anyway, it's not the first time. What do you care about?" Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled up slightly, and his bright pupils shone.

"Okay." She said helplessly.

Ling Luo raised her head, stretched out her hand, put it in front of her eyes, and said, "Why is the sun so dazzling this morning?"

"Morning?" Xuanyuan Yu chuckled, "You really fell asleep, it's almost noon now."

"What?!" Ling Luo exclaimed, her eyes widened in disbelief, "Then the competition..."

Xuanyuan Yu nodded and said, "Yes, the competition has been going on for a while."

Ling Luo gritted her teeth: "Then why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"You slept so deeply and soundly, how could I be willing to wake you up." Against the light, Xuanyuan Yu smiled harmlessly.

Ling Luo grabbed Xuanyuan Yu's sleeve and dragged it outside the door.

"what?"

"Hurry up to the Sky Arena!"

Ever since, without even having time to eat breakfast, Ling Luo took Xuanyuan Yu and trotted all the way to the Sky Arena.

In this competition, the three grades are divided into three teams.

This morning's competition is a contest between the first grade and the second grade, and the rest of the people will play against the third grade in the afternoon.

From a fair point of view, it might be a bit unfair, but the one who won the election in the end is definitely the strongest.

When Ling Luo ran to the edge of the biggest arena, she realized that the first-year students had been suppressed miserably.

It is Su Ze who is on stage now.

He was using a long spear in his hand, and he only made one move before he was cut off by the long sword of a third-tier martial artist in the second grade opposite.

And Su Ze himself was kicked directly out of the arena by a heavy foot.

"Trash, what a rubbish." The winning second-year senior raised his head on the stage and smiled.

Shi Yi, the dean of the senior year in the lower stage, looked dull, while the deputy dean sitting next to him, Jing Chen, the dean of the second grade, had a red face.

"Mr. Shi, actually when Dean Han put forward the proposal for this competition, I already felt that there is no need for the first-year students to participate. The difference in strength is too great. It is a waste of our time to choose."

Shi Yi's face was ashen, his face was as stubborn as a stone, and he said coldly: "What are the vice president talking about, it's just a loss of a game."