Xiahou Qingyuan stood with his arms folded across his chest and said expressionlessly:
"For the next two hours, are we going to watch them cook and eat in the courtyard again, then lie around bored out of their minds, making idle conversation?"
Hearing this, Xiahou You, who sat beside him, kicked hard at him under the table.
Already prepared, Xiahou Qingyuan simply lifted his foot and dodged it.
Then he turned to Xiahou You and asked:
"Little sister, do you honestly not find it dull?"
For a moment, Xiahou You had no answer.
Granted, she thought very highly of Xu Taiping, but if he and the others spent these two hours eating and drinking as they had last time, it really would be rather boring.
Southern Chu's Old Martial God, Zhu Huai, also frowned at this point and said:
"If that really is the case, we might as well first watch what the Zhu Family and Nine Abysses teams do next."
The Zhu Family's performance today had far exceeded the expectations of Zhu Huai and the others, especially that Sun Bing.
Martial God Jiang Cuicui spoke up as well:
"From the looks of it, the other dozen or so teams probably won't perform too badly either."
Although they had come because of Xu Taiping, after these two viewing sessions, they had discovered that a cultivator's individual cultivation and combat strength were actually the least important factors in gaining an advantage in this Dragon-Slaying Assembly.
What mattered most was the cooperation between the team members, along with the choices they made when opportunities arose.
Just like those three from the Zhu Family earlier.
Had the physician Sun Bing not adapted to the situation, turning their opponent's scheme against her and using silver needles to make Madam Li lose her mind completely,