After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the atmosphere grew increasingly lively.
Shi Mo asked innocently, "Brother Zhou, can your Self-Created Soul Skill really dodge all attacks?"
Zhou Qiubai couldn't help but laugh, "That's not necessarily true! When you encounter Titled Douluo, hiding isn't that easy."
Shi Lei asked curiously, "Have you ever encountered Titled Douluo?"
Mentioning this, Zhou Qiubai recalled the time he was chased by Tang Hao and nodded, "Yes, I have."
Several people immediately became interested. "And then what happened?"
Zhou Qiubai said casually, "Then I ran away."
Dugu Yan's eyes widened. "You mean, it escaped from Titled Douluo?"
Zhou Qiubai nodded. "Just lucky."
Shi Mo scratched his head sheepishly. "Is that a skill?"
Zhou Qiubai simply smiled and offered no further explanation.
Yu Tianheng watched him silently, his eyes revealing a deep meaning.
He knew that escaping from Titled Douluo was not simply a matter of "luck".
But he didn't ask, after all, some things don't need to be forced to be known.
At this moment, Yang Guyun suddenly interjected, "If the opponent is very strong in tomorrow's match, will you take action?"
His gaze fell on Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan said while reading, " Brother Yang is too kind. I don't know any martial arts."
Yang Guyun retorted with dissatisfaction, "It's always the same thing."
Dugu Yan asked curiously, "Young Master Chen, just how strong are you?"
Chen Xuan thought for a moment and answered seriously, "I don't know."
Dugu Yan stared in disbelief. "You don't know?"
Chen Xuan nodded. "I've never fought one, so I don't know."
Dugu Yan turned to Zhou Qiubai helplessly. Zhou Qiubai shrugged and then looked at Yang Guyun, only to find him completely calm.
She sighed. "Your team is really mysterious."
Zhou Qiubai laughed, "Being mysterious is good; it can scare people."
As they talked and laughed, the wine jar was quickly emptied.
Yu Tianheng ordered two more jars of wine and personally poured them for everyone.
He picked up the bowl and looked at Zhou Qiubai, Yang Guyun, and Chen Xuan: " Brother Zhou, Brother Yang, Brother Chen, thank you all."
Zhou Qiubai raised his bowl. "No need to thank me, we'll be on the same team from now on."
Yang Guyun raised his glass and, though he didn't speak, took a sip in tacit agreement.
Chen Xuan smiled and said, "Captain Yu's wine is indeed quite good."
Yu Tianheng nodded. "Then we'll drink it often from now on."
Inside the tavern, eight people sat around a table, drinking, chatting, and laughing.
At this moment, free from the constraints of sects, only a few young people are enjoying simple pleasures.
Night deepened.
The second jar of wine was empty, and everyone's faces were slightly flushed with alcohol.
Zhou Qiubai put down his bowl and looked out the window.
The moon is already setting in the west; in two more hours, it will be dawn.
Zhou Qiubai stood up and stretched. "Let's call it a day then? Go back and get some rest, there's a match tomorrow."
The group stood up and said their goodbyes to each other.
Watching their retreating figures, Zhou Qiubai suddenly remarked, "This person is quite interesting."
Yang Guyun asked curiously, "Who?"
Zhou Qiubai pointed at Yu Tianheng: "It's really not easy for him to put aside his pride, know his place, and lead a group of people together."
Chen Xuan couldn't help but laugh from the side, "It's rare to hear you praise someone."
Zhou Qiubai looked back at him. "I often praise people."
Chen Xuan nodded. "Yes, indeed."
Zhou Qiubai was taken aback. "..."
Yang Guyun added coldly, "He's been wanting to beat you up for a long time."
Zhou Qiubai glared at him. "Can you shut up?"
Yang Guyun ignored him and walked toward the inn with his gun on his shoulder.
Chen Xuan followed with a smile.
Zhou Qiubai shook his head helplessly and followed.
In the distance, Yu Tianheng suddenly looked back, then turned back and continued walking forward.
Dugu Yan asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"
Yu Tianheng replied softly, "It's nothing, I just feel that these friends are worth having."
Dugu Yan laughed, "Then we'll have to drink together more often in the future."
Yu Tianheng nodded. "Yes, indeed, we should have a few more drinks." The next day, at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.
Today's highlight match is undoubtedly the showdown between Heaven Dou Second Team and Godwind Academy; all eyes are on the upcoming game.
Godwind Academy, one of the Heaven Dou Five Element Academies, has members who are all wind-attribute Soul Master.
In the stands, Xie Ru remained seated in the VIP section, his tea poured by Xue Ye himself.
Salas, standing beside him, had a subtle expression, but his smile looked even more stiff than yesterday.
Feng Xiaotian had laughed enough.
"Fine, no matter how much he loses, it's on me today."
Zhou Qiubai clasped his hands in a slight fist salute. "Then thank you very much, Brother Feng."
Feng Xiaotian waved his hand, turned around, and walked back to his own camp.
The two returned to their respective positions, and the atmosphere on the competition stage suddenly became heavy.
The announcer's voice rang out. "The competition begins!"
"They've arrived."
Three figures slowly walked out of the entrance passage, attracting everyone's attention.
Zhou Qiubai was dressed in White Clothes, with Yang Guyun to his left, carrying the Returnless Spear on his shoulder. Chen Xuan, who came out last, was dressed in a moon-white long robe, carrying a bamboo book basket on his back and holding a book in his hands.
From the opposite passage, the Godwind Academy team surged out.
The two teams quickly took to the playing platform, twenty meters apart, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.
The host's voice rang out.
"The Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academy, Heaven Dou Division Preliminaries Round 7: Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team vs. Godwind Academy!"
The cheers from the audience surged up like a tidal wave, deafeningly loud.
Feng Xiaotian's gaze swept across the twenty-meter distance and locked onto Zhou Qiubai.
He took a few steps forward, left the group, and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhou Qiubai.
Without involving any specific person, Feng Xiaotian is quite normal.
But when it comes to Huo Wu, Feng Xiaotian becomes a War Wolf.
Zhou Qiubai.
Zhou Qiubai stepped forward and returned the greeting. " Feng Xiaotian."
The two stood facing each other, one dressed in White Clothes with a sword on his back, the other in green with a wisp of wind in his hair.
Feng Xiaotian suddenly smiled, "Give it your all on stage, drink your fill off stage."
Zhou Qiubai was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "You're invited?"
Feng Xiaotian nodded seriously. "My treat."
Before he could finish speaking, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him. "He can't afford it."
Feng Xiaotian looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yang Guyun standing there, expressionless, with the Returnless Spear pressed against the ground, its barrel gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Feng Xiaotian frowned. "Why?"
Yang Guyun said calmly, "He gambled away half a month's living expenses last night."
Zhou Qiubai coughed awkwardly, touched his nose, and looked helpless.
Feng Xiaotian froze, then...
Hahaha~
The members of the Godwind Academy exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what was wrong with their captain.
"That Yang Guyun is really wicked."
Yu Tianheng's lips curled slightly, but he said nothing in his heart.
The bet we made last night turned out to be true, and Zhou Qiubai actually gave him the money.
Although he, as the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, didn't lack money, he earned much more on his own than what his family gave him.