Imperial Capital Magic Association Judgment Arena No. 3

"Hey, I said why even you, annoying guy, have followed you! We didn't seem to invite you!" Dongfang Wuye said with a pair of dead fish eyes at Jiang Zijun who was "uninvited".

Originally, after Ye Shaoan informed him of the time and place of the competition with his son, Dongfang Wuye was still excited for a while, but the next second he entered the arena, no, or the mood suddenly fell to the bottom after seeing Jiang Ziyun's zombie face that had not changed for thousands of years.

Although the two of them did not fight in the meeting room in the end, their relationship was not harmonious. What's more, Jiang Ziyun is not the kind of troublesome guy who would deal with him with a good look.

"Okay, OK, Uncle Ye's son will arrive soon. Don't squeeze again at this time." Mu Lingyi whispered beside Dongfang Wuyao, and smiled in the direction of Jiang Ziyun.

Jiang Zijun glanced at his face and snorted coldly, saying that he didn't take it seriously. This time he came here simply to see Ye Zhenghong's current strength. When he was traveling to the ancient capital, he had the confidence to deal with the other party and even 500 times, but he never expected that Ye Zhenghong would become a high-level mage not long after, which made him suffer a deep blow to his strong self-esteem, but he had no intention of always falling behind others!

"Hey, you guy obviously knows something. Uncle Ye's son is probably very strong in his overall strength! Although you are indeed a bit annoying, your strength is still obvious to all. How much strength do you think I can use to show a posture that is comparable to him?" Dongfang Wuyao shouted loudly at Jiang Zijun.

As he said, the two people who showed their cultivation skills in the conference hall should be of mid-level full cultivation level. Without considering some external factors, people are indeed similar. Therefore, Dongfang Wuye wanted to use Jiang Ziyun to speculate how he could not lose too badly by this young master Ye, who had never met. He was very confident in his strength.

This time, Jiang Ziyun really showed a different expression from the past, looking at Dongfang Wuye who was talking to himself like a mentally retarded person. He really didn't have the confidence that he could fight against the high-level mage with his intermediate level cultivation. What's more, he knew the inside story and couldn't guess what Ye Zhenghong's current strength was.

I said, don't look at me with the eyes of strange creatures, and it made me feel irritated. Dongfang Wuye, who was confused and confident, didn't care about the meaning of Jiang Ziyun's eyes. This is the case in this world. Those who are not strong think that the strength is showing off and show off their expressions of making you look ugly. In the end, Dongfang Wuye has encountered many times.

Seeing Dongfang Wuye like this, Mu Lingyi had to shake her head and walk towards Jiang Ziyun. Anyway, Dongfang Wuye and Ye Zhenghong were going to compete below, and it would be no problem to give the venue to the two of them first. Besides, she also wanted to know Ye Zhenghong's strength. Thinking about Jiang Ziyun's previous performance carefully, she felt that maybe she and Dongfang had defined Young Master Ye from the beginning.

"Hello... Hello, Jiang Ziyun, right? My name is Mu Lingyi. Can you tell me about Uncle Ye's son?"

Jiang Ziyun didn't care too much about the unhappiness of the previous few people, but he shook his head and said slowly: "When we met last time, this guy was just as mid-level as me, but his combat power was really strong... Do you want to listen to my narrative? I'm not good at telling stories."

"It's okay, I'm fine now, right? I'd rather say that I'm quite interested in telling stories by people with a personality like you." Mu Lingyi teased.

Jiang Ziyun's old face turned red. The reason why he was willing to explain was just because of his self-esteem. As the two of the new students in the imperial capital school, wouldn't Dongfang Wuyao look down on Ye Zhenghong mean that he looked down on himself in disguise?

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Dongfang Wuye saw Mu Lingyi going to listen to Jiang Ziyun's story, but he looked unhappy, but he didn't care about anything. He also knew that Mu Lingyi was just interested in Ye Zhenghong's strength. Fortunately, God did not intend to leave him alone in the middle of the arena so that he would not have nothing to do.

"I said, is this the arena of the Judgment Association? Although I grew up in the imperial capital circle, I have never been to this highest magic association before..." A sigh came from the passage of the arena. It was around 10 o'clock in the evening. It was self-evident that there would be people in the arena, where no one usually came.

"Don't show this expression of seeing through the world? Although you haven't been here, this does not mean that no one in your Zhao family can come in. This is not a secret forbidden place or something. The key is that you didn't want to come here at all when you were a child." Another voice complained.

"We two are not each other, but our Zhao family doesn't ask me for anything. It's enough to be a second-generation ancestor who doesn't cause trouble for them. But you are different. You, Master Ye, have been dealt with by Congressman Ye because you are not interested in magic, hahahaha!"

"roll!"

When two figures appeared at the exit of the passage, Jiang Zijun, who was far away in the stands, had already locked his eyes on Ye Zhenghong. Mu Lingyi, who was beside him, looked at Ye Zhenghong with interest when he saw that Jiang Zijun did not intend to continue to tell their heroic deeds. He had more expectations for the other party's strength, but he probably needed his own help.

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After entering the venue, Ye Zhenghong was stunned and looked at Dongfang Wuye in the center of the venue. Then he found Jiang Ziyun in the stands and greeted him, although he did not think the other party would respond.

Mu Lingyi came to Dongfang Wuye's side, poked it with her finger and handed it to him something.

Feeling a hint of chill in his hand, Dongfang Wuyao was stunned at first and then looked at Mu Lingyi with horror and asked, "What is this for?"

"Of course I'm going to give you some help! Otherwise, what should I do if you're being cleaned up so badly? After all, you asked the competition requirements." Mu Lingyijiao smiled, but Dongfang Wuyao always felt that she seemed to have a little gloating in her tone. Did she feel wrong?

"Do you think I will lose? Why is this possible? Do you still don't know my strength? So what if you are a high-level mage?"

Mu Lingyi saw that Ye Zhenghong was already standing on the arena, quietly without saying anything and watching the two of them talking. Although she must not be able to hear anything at this distance, she still felt a little embarrassed. She jumped off the venue in panic and responded, "He is not an ordinary high-level~~~"

Dongfang Wuyao felt that Mu Lingyi seemed to be too ambitious to destroy her power. She felt that the necklace was still emitting a chill in her hand, and she held it with one hand a little hard. I never thought I would lose, he thought confidently! What's more.

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To be continued
Chapter completed!