Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

Chapter 600 Your good luck is equivalent to someone else's bad luck.

On the third day, just as dawn broke, the arena of the martial arts tournament was already bustling with people, even more lively than the previous two days.

But when Bai Yue and her group slowly walked over, the noisy scene suddenly turned strange.

The crowd, which was originally packed shoulder to shoulder and so crowded that it was impossible to move, suddenly parted to both sides with a "whoosh" as if pushed aside by an invisible force, making way for the queue.

Bai Yue walked in the middle, and wherever she went, everyone turned their heads, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

Even more extreme, when she inadvertently glanced at them, they would subconsciously take a half step back and put their hands in front of them as if she were carrying some invisible evil spirit that could not be touched.

Ming Jingxing marveled at the unprecedented scene.

"How strange, have these guys all taken the wrong medicine today? Why are they all like mice seeing a cat, so timid and hesitant, not even daring to get close?"

Before he could finish speaking, a lazy, laughing female voice interrupted, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"It's not that they took the wrong medicine, it's that our Dazhuang has now 'become a god'!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yaksha smiling sweetly as she took Madam Xue's arm and strolled leisurely out from under the shade of a tree.

After two days apart, Madam Xue had faint dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating that she hadn't rested well, but she couldn't hide the excitement on her face.

"What god?"

Ming Jingxing didn't care where the two people who suddenly appeared were going; he was just curious about what the god Yaksha meant.

"'One-Punch Hero White Plague God' ah."

Yaksha deliberately dragged out the words as he uttered this newly acquired title.

"Now the news has spread throughout the entire martial arts world; it's so famous that everyone knows about it."

Zhuang Xiaoye was somewhat bewildered after hearing this.

“I understand the One-Punch Hero, after all, my little master is a master who can defeat enemies with one punch! But what does this ‘White Plague God’ mean? My little master is so handsome, how does he look like a plague god?”

"Xiaoye, I think I understand what Yasha meant!"

Raksha rubbed his chin, about to explain, but Madam Xue spoke first with a smile.

"Baby means that Dazhuang's current 'gangster image' is like a walking jinx. Everyone thinks that anyone who gets involved with her will have bad luck. Not only will they lose in a fight, but they will also suffer great misfortune."

"absurd!"

Lingxuzi immediately showed displeasure and spoke in a serious tone.

"Fortune and misfortune have no fixed gate; they are brought about by oneself. Those people lost the game because they were unlucky and lacked the strength. How can you blame the master?"

"That's right!"

Hua Mu'an frowned and nodded, his face showing disdain.

"Rumors in the martial arts world are always based on hearsay and cannot be believed. The master's strength and luck are extraordinary. They are simply not as skilled as others, yet they blame the master."

"Ah Da, Ah Er, I think your master's luck is truly extraordinary!"

Seeing the two of them so protective of Bai Yue, Luo Sha smiled and waved her hand.

Bai Yue, the person in question, paid no attention to the new nickname. Her gaze fell on Yaksha and Madam Xue, and she curiously sized them up.

"Aunt Ye, Uncle Xue, let's not talk about my nickname for now. But you two have been elusive these past few days, what have you been up to?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Xue immediately spoke excitedly.

"My darling said she wanted to see what the armory of Zixiao Temple, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, looks like, so we went to 'appraise' it."

"Appreciation?"

As soon as Bai Yue finished speaking, Yaksha sighed and picked up the conversation, his tone tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

"To put it bluntly, he just wanted to sneak in and see what kind of amazing weapons were inside. But once this idiot entered the armory, he couldn't tear himself away. His eyes lit up at all the swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks. He touched them all, wanting to take them apart and study them. I had no choice but to stay with him in that dark and gloomy armory... for two whole days and two nights."

Upon hearing this, everyone was both amused and exasperated, while Rakshasa looked at Yaksha with a hint of teasing in her voice.

"You have quite the patience. Anyone else would have just left him there and come back on their own."

Yasha turned her face away, but a faint blush crept up her ears, and she gave a haughty hum.

"It's because this idiot has always been nice to me... Of course I'll return the favor, so he won't be mistaken for a thief and arrested by the people of Zixiao Temple, and I won't have to go through all the trouble to rescue him."

Although the other person said that, the tenderness in their eyes could not be hidden from everyone present.

Just then, a loud voice came from the Zixiao Temple disciple on the arena.

"For the next round of the competition, representatives of the Democratic Alliance, please come up to the stage to draw lots!"

"Second Uncle, let me go this time!"

Bai Yue stopped Zhuang Xiaoye, who was about to step forward, and said loudly.

"This is a good opportunity to see for myself whether my reputation as the 'One-Punch Hero White Plague God' is really effective."

As Bai Yue walked towards the draw table, the contestants who had not yet competed prayed frantically in their hearts.

Please don't pick me! Please don't run into the "White Plague God"!

When Bai Yue reached the lottery table, even the Zixiao Temple disciples responsible for maintaining order subconsciously took a step back, their eyes darting away, afraid of getting too close and catching even a bit of bad luck.

Bai Yue didn't care. He casually pulled out a wooden plaque from the wooden box, turned it over to look at it, and then loudly addressed the disciples who were shrugging their necks.

"I drew number five!"

"Bai Dazhuang from the Protectorate of the People, arena number five!"

The disciples of Zixiao Temple hurriedly announced the results loudly, their voices trembling slightly. After finishing, they quickly stepped back, moving further away from the drawing platform.

"Huh? Master Song! Master Song, what's wrong? Don't faint!"

No sooner had they finished speaking than a flurry of shouts erupted from below the stage.

"Master Song, wake up! You drew number five! The match is about to start, you can't faint!" An old man with a long beard was lying upright next to number five, his eyes closed and his face pale. No matter how the people around him called out to him, he did not respond.

"Master Song has fainted, what should we do about the competition?"

Seeing that they couldn't wake Master Song, the crowd could only shout loudly.

"Master Song has fainted and can no longer compete!"

"Since our opponent has suddenly collapsed and is unable to participate, he will receive a bye this round! Bai Dazhuang from the Protectorate Alliance will advance directly to the next round!"

Just then, Yuwen Cheng walked over. He glanced at the unconscious Master Song, then looked at Bai Yue, who was calm on the stage, and sighed helplessly. He realized that he would not have the chance to show off his martial arts skills again!

After Bai Yue returned to the group of the Protectors of the People, Yaksha and Rakshasa exchanged a glance and bowed to her together.

"Congratulations to our Alliance Leader on becoming a god before the battle even begins! With you here, the future of our People's Protection Alliance is sure to be bright!"

"Ha ha!"

Bai Yue shook her head shyly.

"It's just good luck."

"Haha, your good luck is equivalent to other people's bad luck!"

Ming Jingxing chuckled and teased Bai Yue.

"I wonder if your good luck will still work in the final round!"

While everyone was joking with Bai Yue, the arena of the Lower Nine Gates was bustling with excitement.

The disciples of the Lower Nine Gates surrounded the arena, watching Tie Feng's unstoppable advance, and couldn't help but whisper in shock.

"The Iron Gang Leader is amazing! His martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds these past two days, it's like he's a completely different person!"