"The widow hereby announces that the five-year imperial capital martial arts competition has officially begun now." Emperor Xuanbing raised his hand slightly, and his thick voice was mixed with a trace of spiritual power, and every audience and player present could hear it clearly.

As soon as Emperor Xuanbing's voice fell, there was a roaring applause and enthusiastic cheers in the audience.

"Okay, okay, everyone, the players who have signed up for this tournament can go to the northwest corner to draw lots, and after an hour, the qualifiers will begin." An uncle, who looks very kind, about thirty or forty years old, presided over this tournament.

When the players present heard this, they all got up and walked towards the northwest corner.

Only Jiujiu and the six little monsters sat in place, not moving.

"Jiu'er, what are you waiting for? Don't go quickly, otherwise the good signatures will be drawn! "Leng Zhao anxiously urged the old god to be there Jiujiu, it is really the emperor who is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry.

"What's the hurry? What is yours is yours after all, and no one can snatch it away. Jiujiu squinted his eyes and said indifferently a sentence of prism.

Leng Zhao hated that iron could not be made of steel and slapped his thigh, what could he do? This girl is now a living bodhisattva they can't wait to offer, since she said that she is not in a hurry, then she is not in a hurry! When the tournament is over, she will have her good fruit to eat!

Jiujiu didn't know Leng Zhao's vicious thoughts at this time, he just hooked his lips mockingly, slowly stood up, and walked towards the northwest.

Seeing Jiujiu get up, the Leng family was really relieved.

Great, this living bodhisattva has finally moved!

After the six little monsters of the other families saw Jiujiu get up, they also slowly stood up and walked to the northwest corner in unison.

At the lottery office, Jiujiu received a number plate with the number 45 written on it, and in the huge lottery box, the number plate with the number 32 was drawn.

"Leng Jiujiu, number 45 is your number, it will be used throughout the game, in the qualifiers you are in the tenth group, and the opponent is number 32!" The professional in charge of the lottery looked at the book in his hand, and then at the number plate in Jiujiu's hand, and explained coldly.

Jiujiu looked down at the number plate in his hand and nodded clearly, this is quite advanced, not backward as he imagined.

"Ninety-nine, ninety-nine!" Yun Feiyang had just finished drawing lots, and when he saw where Jiujiu was in a daze, he immediately shouted loudly, hoping to attract the attention of the other party.

Jiujiu raised his head, and at a glance, he saw a stupid cute face holding back and waving vigorously to himself.

couldn't help but have a black face, how eyeless this thing was, obviously when she was at the venue, she couldn't help but not greet them, wasn't it because she didn't want to expose her relationship with them, and now she actually shouted her name in front of everyone, is this to let the whole world know that I know you!

It's enough, she likes simplicity, not stupidity!

Jiujiu said that she really wanted to cry, hey, she could ignore that stupid cute, did she escape!

"Feiyang, come here!" When Nangong Mo Ze heard Jiujiu's name, he guessed that Yun Feiyang had estimated something bad, and hurriedly ran out, and saw Jiujiu looking like he wanted to cry without tears, and shook his head a little funny, saving this tragic ending in time.

In the past two years, Yun Feiyang has not only increased his cultivation greatly, but even his height has grown a lot, and now he is more than a head taller than Jiujiu, and he is a real handsome little guy!