Chapter 1225

"I see."

Duanmu yawang nodded in response.

The referee stretched out his hand and handed the dice in his hand. Duanmu looked politely and said, "please first, old Chen."

"Good."

Old Chen was also impolite. He reached out and took the dice, shook it and threw it on the table. The dice stopped shaking, and five points appeared on his face. Old Chen smiled happily, "luck is OK, Gongyu childe, it's your turn."

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang nodded, picked up the dice and shook it. Finally, three dots appeared on his face.

She hooked her lips and said in a warm voice, "old Chen, I'll bother you to smoke later."

"Naturally, no problem."

Old Chen is not humble now.

When the referee saw that the result came out, he took out the sign box together from the cabinet. It was a sign box with two bowl widths, full of bamboo sticks.

There are so many bamboo sticks. Duanmu looks at them. It is estimated that there are at least dozens or even hundreds.

The referee said, "old Chen, please smoke one at will."

Old Chen nodded, stretched out his hand and randomly drew one.

After the extraction, he looked down, his eyes moved, and then handed it to Duanmu yawang: "Gongyu, can you see what you are good at above?"

"OK."

Duanmu yawang will sign the result. Five words are written on it: Secret script, weapons and drugs, regional animals

There are five types in one sign. Duanmu yawang doesn't know, but she guessed how many types there are through the things on the fighter's desktop just now.

"How? Are you sure?" old Chen stared at Duanmu ya.

Duanmu yawang shook his head and said with a smile, "I don't know. It depends on the subject. It's too difficult to estimate."

"Don't be modest, or my old man will lose his face if he underestimates the enemy."

When Chen Laole said this, he hehe reached out and patted her on the shoulder and sighed, "however, I have to say that this time, my old man is not lucky."

"What do you say?"

Chen shook his head, but did not smile. Then he took the sign from Duanmu yawang's hand and handed it to the referee: "please check it. What we drew is this."

"OK."

The referee took it, looked down, then handed it to another person and said, "go and prepare."

"Yes."

The man answered, stood up with a man beside him, and took the sign and left the fighting room.

The referee said to the two men, "please wait in your seat for a moment. The fight will begin soon."

Duanmu yawang and old Chen each chose a position and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, old Chen was busy, so he sharpened his ink and asked curiously, "baby, which of the five types do you have the most confidence in?"

Duanmu Ya looked at the ink on the table. He sharpened his ink when he had nothing to do. He heard the speech and pondered, "it should be a kind of medicine."

Old Chen was stunned, obviously surprised, and then smiled bitterly. "The old man is not good at drugs. There are too many types of drugs, and there is a great chance to draw them every year. Unfortunately, the questions are very biased every year. Generally speaking, we have 15 questions about drugs. The old man is the most right, and I can answer 10 questions, which is the most serious type of deduction."

"Really?"

Duanmu yawang was also surprised. "I have a lot of books on the types of drugs in front of me, so I know the kinds of drugs fairly well." after that, he thought of what old Chen Fangcai said and asked with a smile, "is this what old Chen said about bad luck?"

"No." old Chen smiled bitterly and said, "it's actually a secret script and weapon."

"Secret scripts and weapons?" duanmuya thought for a moment and couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect that the Supreme Court would have such a problem." secret scripts are mysterious things. Generally, secret scripts are family treasures or personal treasures. Where can people know casually? Isn't it absurd that the Supreme Court should test Qi secret scripts?

When Chen Lao said, his old face wrinkled up, like falling into some bad memory. "These two types rarely appear, but every time they appear, it is a torture for us combatants, but unexpectedly, they appear twice at once. It's really a surprise."

"So it seems difficult to use this secret script and weapon?"

Old Chen nodded and said directly, "yes, it's difficult."

Duanmu yawang thought of something and frowned: "but no, I seem to have seen a sword in the fight between you and Fang Lao just now. Aren't you all very good just now?"

Sword also belongs to weapons!

Just now they all have more than 80 high scores!

"No, Gongyu childe, just belongs to the category of weapons." Chen said, without waiting for Duanmu yawang to open his mouth, he said positively: "although in our opinion, weapons and weapons seem to be in the same category, after decades of observation, they are actually different."

"How is it different?" Duanmu yawang was curious.

"The difficulty is different." old Chen said with a wry smile, "maybe we can guess according to the appearance of weapons, but weapons are strange things that we have never heard of. Few of us have answered correctly when weapons appear."

"So exaggerated?"

"It's not an exaggeration, it's a fact."

Duanmu yawang immediately didn't know what to say.

Old Chen saw Duanmu yawang and didn't speak. He thought she had been hit. He hurriedly comforted: "my old man doesn't understand, and you don't understand. It's just even. Your medicine is more powerful than me. It's estimated that you'll win this time."

"Old Chen, you're joking. You'll have to wait a while before you know the topic!"

Chen felt the same way, but he was afraid that Duanmu yawang was nervous. Just about to comfort him, he saw that the two referees who had left the fighting room came back. They each carried a tray covered with red silk and looked very big and heavy on the stage.

They put the trays in their hands on the table in front of Duanmu yawang and Chen Lao.

As soon as the things were put down, the table referee sitting behind Duanmu yawang and Chen Lao opened his mouth and announced: "the things are ready. The two fighters can now start to lift the silk and fight."

Then he turned over the hourglass on the table and officially entered the fight!

Old Chen: "baby, do well."

"You too."

Duanmu yawang's words fell. They lifted the red silk on the tray one after another, and the things on the tray immediately reflected into Duanmu yawang's eyes.

There are not as many things on the table as she saw under the stage before. At a glance, there are twenty or thirty kinds of freedom. Like the previous struggle, there are two books in the tray.

Duanmu yawang pondered, picked up one of the books and took a look.

The pattern in her eyes moved her eyes. It was a book with species patterns painted on it. It was twenty or thirty pages thick. If Duanmu yawang guessed right, he should look at the picture to write the name of the species.