The woman is the second lady of the Murong family, Murong Ziyu, a master of the eighth throne of the Lingshi, and also the master of Murong Baiying. The reason why Murong Baiying is so arrogant is largely because she is attracted by Murong Ziyu's glory.

"Can that waste even knock you down? Did you grow up from ****?" Murong Ziyu scolded Murong Boying fiercely, and his cold expression made Murong Boying shrink his neck.

"Second...Miss II, that waste has become different from before." Murong Baiying said carefully.

Murong Ziyu is very tough and competitive. The one who cannot tolerate the most is losing to anyone. Now Murong Baiying lost to a well-known waste in the game, Murong Ziyu is naturally very angry.

"Different? What's the difference between a waste? Humph, if I meet the final, I will definitely peel her off!" Murong Ziyu stared at Murong Ningyue and said.

"Okay, next, the list of the finals will be announced, Murong Ningyue, Murong Ziyu,...The above is all. Considering that everyone is a little tired after playing several games today, the finals will be held in three days. Let's go back and take care of themselves." The elder waved his hand, then turned around and walked down.

When everyone heard that the competition was three days later, they left one after another and discussed how to prepare for the finals when they went back.

"Oh, the finals will take three days later." Murong Ningyue sighed and shook her head. She thought she could solve the finals immediately and then enter the family secret realm. Now she can only wait for the finals three days later.

"Seventh sister, then I'll leave first." Murong Yushuang watched everyone leave and was preparing to go back, "You can go back and have a good rest too."

"Well, go." Murong Ningyue nodded and said, then turned to Qingyan and said, "Let's go too."

Back at his yard, Murong Ningyue went straight into his room, sat down by the desk, grinding ink, starting a pen, and writing down the top ten that Murong Yushuang mentioned just now and the corresponding levels and skills on plain white paper.

Putting down the pen, Murong Ningyue kept staring at the paper, frowned slightly, and thought about it carefully and compared herself with these people, and the result immediately came out of her heart.

Assessed in this way, she may not lose, but the information provided by Murong Yushuang was only a year ago. In this year, these people must have made some progress. It is unpredictable to what extent it has reached. So Murong Ningyue has to do something to ensure her absolute success.

After thinking for a while, Murong Ningyue stood up resolutely and walked outside. When she met Qingyan who was walking in, she said, "Qingyan, I'll go out."

Qingyan nodded very sensible and said, "Well, okay, Miss, please be careful."

"Yeah, let's go." Murong Ningyue nodded, and then disappeared in front of Qingyan in an instant. Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and shook her head to continue working hard.

"Well, uncle, which direction is the weapon refining guild going?" Murong Ningyue stopped a middle-aged man and asked.

"Oh, the weapon refining guild, just go straight to the last intersection and turn left to the head." The middle-aged man pointed ahead and replied.

"Well, I understand, thank you." Murong Ningyue nodded to the man and then walked in the direction the man said.
Chapter completed!