Lu Bao's head emerged from his backpack, and without saying a word, the gems on his forehead shone with a faint blue light on Qingbao's body.

When the blue light subsided, it crawled back into its backpack without saying anything.

"Are you more comfortable?" Qiao Sang asked.

"Qingqing..." Qingbao shook his head.

The body is a little more comfortable, but it always feels like it smells odor.

OK, psychological problems... Qiao Sang pondered for a moment and said:

"Why do you stop the training of odor and patience first, and we will start practicing when your game is over?"

"Qingqing."

When Qingbao heard this, his eyes became firm and he shook his head.

No, it needs to continue practicing!

Qiao Sang hesitated:

"But your current form may affect the game."

"Qingqing."

Qingbao took a deep breath, then showed a sweet smile and screamed, indicating that it had been adjusted.

...Qiao Sang felt the wind still blew around and fell silent.

Meanwhile, the host has ended its opening remarks.

She looked at the microphone and got to the point: "What is going to be held today is the 16th and 8th competition. Which two groups of players will meet together! Let's look at the big screen!"

Photos of players appear on the giant virtual screen on the field.

Photos are interlaced quickly.

Soon, the photos were frozen.

Qiao Sang saw his opponent at a glance:
Chapter completed!