The next day, Heaven Dou City Great Soul Arena.
It is no exaggeration to say that the rents of surrounding stalls are now worth a fortune, and even the vendors selling candied haws on the haws arrived three days in advance to prepare.
Zhou Qiubai bit a gourd and stood outside the main entrance of Soul Fighting Arena. He squinted his eyes and looked at the crowded scene in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
The Yang Guyun next to him looked expressionless, carrying the black Returnless Spear.
Under the sunlight, the faint blood lines on the spear were like solidified lightning.
Pedestrians around him automatically moved around three meters away, not because of the gun, but because of the look in the eyes of the man carrying the gun.
"Here we come." Zhou Qiubai suddenly said.
The crowd automatically gave way to a wide road like a tide.
I saw Chen Xuan walking leisurely from the street corner, still wearing a moon-white gown, carrying his iconic bamboo book basket behind him.
He walked leisurely, and when he passed a stall selling used books, he stopped to read through them and chatted with the stall owner for a few words.
When he walked up to Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun, Zhou Qiubai had already eaten a whole candied haws, with some syrup still left on his mouth.
"Brother Chen, do you know what day it is today?" Zhou Qiubai asked expectantly.
"I know." Chen Xuan nodded, still smiling.
"Then you are still in the mood to visit the bookstall?" Zhou Qiubai was a little confused.
"I've been looking for that book for three whole years, and finally found it here. It's fate, I can't live up to it." Chen Xuan said seriously.
Zhou Qiubai: "..."
Yang Guyun suddenly interjected. "Is the book or the competition more important?"
Chen Xuan thought for a while and answered without hesitation, "Book."
Yang Guyun turned to Zhou Qiubai and said, "I really want to hit him now."
Zhou Qiubai nodded with deep sympathy.
In this way, the three of them stood quietly at the door of Soul Fighting Arena, one White Clothes carrying a sword, one Black Spear carrying a shoulder, and the other carrying a book basket with a gentle smile.
People passing by were stunned at first, and then started discussing.
"Damn it, it's that White Clothes Sword!"
"The pole next to it is Black Spear...Returnless Spear Yang Guyun!"
"Wait a minute, the one who endorsed... is Chen Xuan? How come he got mixed up with these two murderers?"
"The three of them formed a team? Which college do they represent?"
"You idiot! You don't know who Chen Xuan is!"
The crowd suddenly became excited, all eyes fixed on these three people.
Zhou Qiubai's ears moved, and most of his voice was surprise, mixed with some doubts.
"That Chen Xuan... is the one who wrote <Late Snow>? Isn't he a scholar?"
After all, from his debut to now, Chen Xuan has always shown culture and almost no force.
Although Innate Soul Power was indeed detected when Martial Soul was first awakened, time has passed and who knows what the situation was at that time.
In addition, Chen Xuan has never made a move, and now I don't know what level Chen Xuan is.
"Three people form a team? What's going on? Soul Master Tournament requires at least seven people, right?"
"Have you forgotten the new rules? Temporary team formation is allowed this year. As long as an academy is willing to accept it, those above Soul Ancestor can participate."
"Then which college do they represent?"
"I don't know..."
Zhou Qiubai could not help but smile as he listened. He turned to look at Chen Xuan: "Brother Chen, some people say you are here to make up the numbers."
The smile on Chen Xuan's face remains, "They are right."
"..."
"I'm really here to make up the numbers." Chen Xuan added seriously, "Junior Martial Uncle asked me to come, so I came. After all, I really can't fight."
Yang Guyun spoke again, "I want to hit him even more now."
Zhou Qiubai patted his shoulder. "Be patient. If you hit him, Dean Xie will definitely hit you."
Yang Guyun was silent for a moment and nodded. "Forget it."
Chen Xuan looked at them with a smile.
The three of them passed through the main entrance of Soul Fighting Arena and entered the player channel.
When the identity check staff at the door saw the registration forms of the three people, their hands shook and they checked three times before letting them in.
"A team of three..." the staff member murmured to himself, "Are they here to compete, or are they here to cause trouble?"
Although they know the strength of Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun, if they do this, will they still be able to compete in this competition?
Forget it, why is he worried about this?
There are only a few Gold Soul Coin in a month, why are you buying your life?
The players' rest area is already crowded with teams from Heaven Dou Division's major colleges.
The moment Zhou Qiubai walked in, the noise almost stopped.
Everyone's eyes turned around at the same time.
Three points were shocked, three points were fearful, and four points were unbelievable.
"Why are those two murderers here?"
"White Clothes Sword, Returnless Spear... aren't they Rogue Cultivator? Which college do they represent?"
"Wait, just three people?"
"Three people fighting in a team fight? Are you crazy?"
Yu Tianxin narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Zhou Qiubai, and then said to his teammates, "If you meet them, don't underestimate the enemy."
You must know that even Yu Tianheng failed, plus the record of Zhou Qiubai, if you are not serious, you will really send it.
Huo Wu pouted and whispered to Huo Wushuang, "Brother, that White Clothes Sword... looks pretty good."
Huo Wushuang glared at her. "Can you be more serious?"
Huo Wu curled his lips unconvinced. "It's not illegal if you think about it."
Huo Wu's criterion for choosing a mate is to be better than her, that is, Feng Xiaotian's War Wolf, I want to lick it every day.
Huo Wushuang also sighed.
As long as Feng Xiaotian is like a man, it's not like he hasn't been his brother-in-law for so long.
Everyone at the Shrek Academy in the corner looked unhappy at the moment.
When they entered the venue just now, it took a lot of effort to attract some attention.
They acted ugly and used bluffing slogans, but as soon as the Zhou Qiubai trio came in, the audience's attention was instantly sucked away.
Their sense of existence disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Ma Hongjun couldn't help gritting his teeth. "Why? Isn't it just that you won a few games?"
Dai Mubai sullenly clapped his hands. "Don't be discouraged. We Shrek are here to win the championship. As long as we show our strength, our attention will naturally come back. Soul Master World, strength speaks for itself."
Xiao Wu nodded. "That's right, we are not bad."
Yu Xiaogang stood at the end of the team, his face uglier than the others.
"If Tang San continues to follow your path, he will be dead."
He remembers these words to this day.
Ning Rongrong stood next to Zhu Zhuqing, his eyes swept over the Shrek people, and then looked at the Zhou Qiubai three people in the distance, and suddenly felt tired.
At this time, I was still pouring chicken soup.
They seem to really think that as long as they work hard, they will win.
But when Heaven Dou City, Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun revealed Soul Ring that day, she could clearly see that the Soul Ring Configuration of those two people was simply outrageous.
Not to mention that Chen Xuan, although he never takes action, Xie Ru is his uncle and the nephew of Titled Douluo. How could he be an ordinary person?
Even Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence network thought that Xie Ru was really just a scholar before he showed his strength.
So how can Chen Xuan be ordinary.