All the audience were staring at the stage. Everyone hoped that their opponents in the first round would not be too strong. It would be the best thing to draw the central and southern Xia countries.
Soon, the draw was over, and the minister returned to Ling Chuxi's side with a dispirited face.
"Who did you get?" Li Shaoqiu approached curiously and took a look. His face changed.
"No, that crow's beak is really right for him Li Shaoqiu's eyes widened. The opponent of the first round of Nanxia state turned out to be Wanchuan.
Later, two wooden cards were raised above the competition field to announce the round's division to the public. Wanchuan and Fengze fought against Nanxia and Dongxing respectively.
In the stands, several families were happy and worried, and the audience of Wanchuan country was naturally elated. In the first round, they met soft persimmons like Nanxia state, and their hopes of winning the championship naturally increased a bit. However, the audiences of Nanxia country were all dead ashes. In the first round, they met such a strong opponent. In case of Ling Chuxi's injuries, the next round of comparison would not be compared, but directly supported“ First in ten thousand years, go home.
Cheers and sighs coexist, but Ling Chuxi's faces are still calm as usual. Their goal is to win the championship. It doesn't matter who is the opponent in the first round.
Twelve trumpets sounded at the same time, and the melodious bleak bugles reverberated in the competition field for a long time. Ling Chuxi walked towards the arena. The first game was played by Wanchuan, the second ranked country in the last year, against the last ranked Nanxia state.
Come to the edge of the challenge arena, first draw lots to decide the order of appearance. In the South Xia state, Bai Li Han, Ling Chuxi, Ling Yichen, and Wanchuan state, Duan Qingqiu is the first one. Ling Chuxi doesn't care about the latter two, because Xiao Tianying has said that except Duan Qingqiu, the other two have only nine levels of fighting spirit. That is to say, Duan Qingqiu's victory or defeat basically determines the final victory or defeat of the game.
The huge cowhide drum thundered and the game began. Duan Qingqiu slowly steps onto the challenge arena. His eyes are bloodthirsty and murderous, and his face is more ferocious.
Bailihan looked back at him faintly and walked towards the challenge arena.
"Baili, be careful. If you can't, you'll give up." Ling Chuxi thought of Xiao Tianying's reminder and said to bailihan.
"Well, his fighting spirit is strange. Look carefully." Bai Li Han nodded and said.
On the stage, the referee read out the rules of the game.
"Go down!" Duan Qingqiu suddenly said coldly to the referee.
"What are you talking about?" The referee was very angry. It was the first time that someone dared to speak to him in this tone after being a referee for so many years.
The referee glared, but saw Duan Qingqiu's eyes suddenly turned blood red, like a wild animal in the wilderness.
"Go down!" Duan Qingqiu said lightly and drew out his sword. At this moment, let alone the referee, even the stands closest to the challenge arena were shrouded in a strong bloodthirsty atmosphere, which was almost breathless.
The referee's heart felt extremely uneasy, opened his mouth, but did not say a word, finally walked off the arena, at this time, he felt his calf gently trembling.
"It's terrible!" Seeing Duan Qingqiu's eyes, this is the only thought in the referee's mind.
Duan Qingqiu's sword refers to a hundred miles of cold. The strong fighting spirit is surging. Outside the sword body, there is a layer of cold light like clouds and smoke. It's completely invisible.
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