Mu Xue and Mu Xue

In the bustling market, with people coming and going, the fortune teller sat quietly in front of his stall. After taking a deep breath, he slowly closed his eyes.

His expression was focused and solemn, and it looked like he was about to perform some mysterious "big move".

Then, he began to mutter something, making a series of murmurs that were completely incomprehensible.

Ziyuan, who was standing by, listened carefully and found that it was not because the voice was too soft that he could not understand. The unclear sentences seemed to come from a distant, mysterious and unknown place, revealing an indescribable weird aura.

At the same time, the fortune teller kept rubbing his hands, and at some point, three walnuts magically appeared in his hands.

The walnut turned quickly in his hand, making a slight "cracking" sound, as if it was responding to his mysterious spell, or as if it was driven by some mysterious force.

Just when he thought that the answer would appear in his mind as clearly as usual, something unexpected happened.

The vague image that had gradually emerged in his mind was suddenly replaced by a mask!

It was a mask printed with a bright peach blossom pattern, the petals were gorgeous and the stamens were lifelike, but beneath this seemingly beautiful appearance, it exuded an aura that made the fortune teller feel uneasy, accompanied by laughter.

"Depend on!

damn it!"

The fortune teller suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of anger and fear, "I just wanted to have my fortune told, why do you have to mess with me?!

I don't care about my life anymore, is that okay? "

His voice became high-pitched with anger, breaking the original noise around him and also scaring Mu Xue who was standing beside him.

Mu Xue was just about to ask what had happened, but she saw the fortune teller hurriedly packing up his stall and leaving. His departing figure revealed a hint of panic and embarrassment.

"That's strange, why did he leave?"

Mu Xue stood there, bewildered, with doubts in her eyes. She couldn't understand why the fortune teller who had been fine just a moment ago suddenly packed up and left.

"Uh... maybe, probably, possibly, probably, it's because our Xue'er is too amazing!"

Lin Mo walked over to Mu Xue with a smile, trying to ease the sudden awkward atmosphere with humorous remarks, "He left in anger because he couldn't figure it out!"

After hearing Lin Mo's words, the others just shook their heads slightly, smiled helplessly, and didn't say much.

After a short pause, the four of them began to stroll around the market casually.

Before they knew it, it was lunch time. They found a place to eat something and then headed straight towards the Star Arena.

A lot of people had already gathered around the Star Arena. The audience looked towards the entrance of the arena with anticipation. People from the three academies also came to the audience seats early and had been waiting for a long time.

As the start time approached, the auditorium was quickly filled with the crowd. The noise and discussions mixed together, making the atmosphere in the entire arena more tense and heated.

This match is a showdown between Longhu Academy and Sichuan Opera Academy.

As usual, Lin Mo was the first to take the court in the first game.

Standing at the edge of the fighting arena, Lin Mo couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

To be honest, he was really afraid of encountering a blue face in this game.

Blue Face's outstanding flying ability had a strong restraining effect on him. He had tried many methods before, trying to find a way to break Blue Face's flying advantage, and even wanted to make thunder fall directly from the sky to change the situation of the battle, but each time ended in failure, which made him more worried about this game.

In the tense atmosphere of the competition, Lin Mo specially consulted Qi Lei in order to master more powerful skills in the competition.

Qi Lei looked at him solemnly and said slowly that only when one reaches the Fate Realm and truly awakens the power of the thunder element, can one freely perform such a powerful move as making thunder rain down from the sky.

This made Lin Mo feel a little disappointed, but he also secretly made up his mind to break through to the Fate Realm as soon as possible.

Feeling anxious about the competition, Lin Mo stood in the audience and began to pray silently in his heart: "Don't run into Lan Lian!

That guy's flying ability is really tricky, and I have no good way to deal with it now.

Never meet the blue-faced guy. I think meeting the white-faced guy is the best.

Looking at his appearance, he doesn't look very capable of fighting. It should be easy for me to beat him.

And it seems that his ability can only restrain Yun Yuyao, so God bless me, please let me meet a white-faced man!

Be sure to meet a white-faced person! 」

Lin Mo closed his eyes tightly, clasped his hands together, and kept muttering to himself. His nervous and pious look attracted the attention of people around him.

As the start time approaches, it is finally time to draw the color of the game.

Lin Mo took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his hand. When he saw the result of the extraction - black, his eyes lit up instantly and he shouted excitedly: "Haha!

Now I feel like I’m invincible!”

Lin Mo will go on stage before the people from the Sichuan Opera Academy, which means he can know in advance what facial makeup his opponent will have.

When Lin Mo stood on the stage and looked intently at his opponent who was slowly approaching, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise: "White face?!?!?"

He really didn't expect that the scene he had been thinking about would actually happen. He was filled with disbelief: "Could it be that my prayer just now really moved God?

how can that be!

It's absolutely impossible. In my opinion, it's worse to believe in something as absurd as the world being destroyed in the next second than to believe in God.

Or maybe... the other party sent the wrong person?

Is there no one left in their academy?

Or did you have a stomach upset from lunch?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Mo's mind, and his brows furrowed tightly. "Could it be that... the intelligence is wrong, and Bai Lian's ability is not what Yu Yao said before?"

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and all kinds of speculations kept intertwining in his mind.

However, Lin Mo never expected that an astonishing scene would happen the moment the referee announced the start of the game.

The opponent who originally had a white face, unexpectedly stretched out his arm calmly and waved it lightly in front of his face. In an instant, the originally white face mask turned red as if by magic!

The bright red color was particularly eye-catching on the stage, as if carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

"Sichuan Opera Face Changing!"

Yun Yuyao in the audience couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, her face full of shock and surprise. She obviously didn't expect such a situation to happen.

At this time, although Lin Mo on the stage gained the ability of Thunder to ignore defense because he drew black, he soon discovered that he was no match for Red Face in terms of strength.

Each attack from the red-faced man was accompanied by powerful force and fierce momentum. Lin Mo could only dodge and parry continuously, being beaten back step by step on the stage. The situation was extremely unfavorable for him.

"What is Sichuan Opera face-changing?"

Jiang Hemeng finally couldn't help but ask the question in her heart. In fact, during their previous interactions, she had many things she was curious about, but because she was not familiar with Yun Yuyao and her personality was a bit introverted, she had always been embarrassed to ask.

However, when she saw the surprising scene on the stage, she really couldn't control her inner doubts.