"More than two thousand players, how many days would it take?" Shen Yanxiao propped up her chin. When she initially heard this astronomical number, she was stunned.
The school tournament had always had one-on-one preliminaries; with more than two thousand people, even if there were more than 60 rings, it was estimated that the finals would absolutely not arrive in a day or two.
"It does not matter how much time we wait; the later the finals is, the better it is for you. These days you have to take a good look at the matches of other six professions. Pay attention to the characteristics and attack styles of each profession, which will be good for your future battle." Yun Qi chuckled. He was very well aware that his own disciple had been gearing up and ready to fight.
Shen Yanxiao's talent was high, but she was still young. Yun Qi hoped she could learn more about the strengths and weaknesses of other professions in order to be invincible in the finals.
"Yes." Shen Yanxiao nimbly nodded; Everything Yun Qi was doing was for her own good, how could she not know?
It was Vermillion Bird and Lan Fengli, the two little guys, who had no interest in this competition at all.
Lan Fengli was well-behaved, sitting on Shen Yanxiao's side; his head was not glancing sideways and only fixedly staring at Shen Yanxiao, as if the crowd coming and going was just a mirage.
Vermillion Bird, on the other hand, was restless. He opened his eyes that had been changed to a dark color, looking back and forth at the crowd in the venue.
"Primary Magician? Eh? Trash."
"Senior Priest? Waste!"
"Advanced Magician? Tch..."
"Chirp?" The small Phoenix who was standing on Vermillion Bird's head crooked its head; it suddenly saw a round thing appeared before its eyes, it was puzzled and curious.
Vermillion Bird clutched his head which was knocked by Shen Yanxiao's fist, his eyes suffused with tears. He looked, feeling wronged at his own master who had just used domestic violence on him.
"Why did you hit me?" Could she not see anyone else than him?
Shen Yanxiao shot a glance at Vermillion Bird with a "you lack a beating" expression.
Vermillion Bird completely failed to understand, why did he need to suffer from a knock?
In fact, among all the professions who had just been repeatedly spat out by him, a lot was in the same level as his family's unscrupulous master. Although Shen Yanxiao had the dual-cultivation of magic and dou qi, listening to Vermillion Bird as he despised that Senior Magician and loathed this Senior Archer, it was hard for Shen Yanxiao not to beat up people.
"Sister, you're going to play here in a few days?" Lan Fengli blinked his clear eyes, looking innocently at Shen Yanxiao.
"En." Shen Yanxiao nodded. After a few days, she had become very accustomed to Lan Fengli's adorably stupid image, successfully replacing that Killing God on her mind.
All day long, there was a silly adorable Mythological Beast arrogantly calling her master, and a beautiful boy shouting sister in a soft voice.
Shen Yanxiao felt that her life was really full of ups and downs ah!
"What kind of competition is sister going to? Can Little Feng help?" The adorably stupid Killing God displayed a naive face. He did not know what he could do, but he always wished he could help and get a sense of existence in Shen Yanxiao's heart.
Just like a cute pet wagging his tail, a tiger seeking for touch and love, asking to be fed.
It was much better than how the Mythological Beast Vermillion Bird looked at Shen Yanxiao.
Shen Yanxiao calmly looked at Lan Fengli; she raised her hand and touched his little head with a complex look in the corner of her eyes.