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The high platform bell rang three times, and the door opened, and a royal forester stepped out of it and shouted towards the square.

Song Qi drew the No. 9 lot, Chai Jun drew the No. 7 lot, Liang Mian drew the No. 15 lot, and Zhan Dazhao drew the No. 19 lot. So they all turned their heads to look at the other camp.

Hearing the shout, two people immediately got up from under different trees, one of them was the big horse Mu Huan, who picked up a bright big knife from the tree behind him, and the other one in light green clothes, picked up a gun, and the two entered the battle hall proudly, and the door closed behind the two of them.

Just a few breaths later, the door opened again, Mu Huan walked out of the left door with his hands behind his back, as if he had gone to the garden, and the other man in green limped out.

That person has already entered the top sixty-four males, how to say that his martial arts are not bad, Mu Huan actually ended the battle in one or two breaths, is the gap between them really that big? The eyes of the people at the scene looking at Mu Huan were very complicated, with respect and fear.

The second pair entered the battle hall with Meng Xiaoren and another man in green. The time they spent fighting would not be much longer than that of Mu Huan and them.

Meng Xiaoren came out unscathed, after he came out of the door on the left side of the battle hall, he quickly scanned the people in the square with a good look, and then his eyes fell on Song Qi, with a thick murderous aura in his eyes.

Song Qi did not look away this time, but squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Meng Xiaoren without fear, his chin raised, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an equally cruel smile. Knowing that Meng Xiaoren was Mengren's son, and knowing that Mengren was Lai Xingchi's brother-in-law, Song Qi was not afraid. The reason why he had some stage fright before was not because he was afraid of Meng Xiaoren himself, but because he was afraid of the hostility of a stranger. Since he knew that Meng Xiaoren was one of the enemies, he had no reason to be afraid. When he was working against Lai Xingchi, he was already reckless. This reckless consequence, of course, includes Lai Xingchi's background backstage.

Meng Xiaoren didn't expect Song Qi to dare to look directly at him, since the eyes of the two were aligned, if anyone took the initiative to withdraw their gaze, it meant that they lost. The scene was favorable to Song Qi, because he was sitting there, and his eyes could rotate freely at three hundred and sixty degrees, while Meng Xiaoren was a little embarrassed, because he needed to walk, he needed to look at the road under his feet, and he couldn't keep staring at Song Qi. There was no way, he had better but glared at Song Qi fiercely, retracted his gaze, strode back to his place and sat down, and didn't look at Song Qi again.

Meng Xiaoren came out for about half a cup of tea, and his opponent came out, and was carried out of the gate of the battle hall by the two royal guards, and the imperial doctor followed by the stretcher.

Ah, everyone in the square gasped. This Meng Xiaoren shot too hard, and in just a few moves, he seriously injured one of the sixty-four males.

Then the door of the battle hall opened and closed a few more times, and several more pairs completed the battle, some won and some lost, some elated, and some depressed.

"Next, please draw the two people who have drawn the No. 7 lottery to enter the battle hall." The Guards shouted.

Chai Jun, who had drawn the No. 7 lot, stood up, raised his eyes and looked around, and when he saw his opponent clearly, he had a faint smile on his face.

Under a tree not far from Song Qi and them, Huo Ran, a man in scarlet clothes in his twenties in the Nine Emperor Princes' camp, stood up, reached out and grabbed a stick, and walked towards the door of the battle hall with an expressionless face.

"Cheshire horses, be careful!" Song Qi patted Chai Jun on the shoulder and encouraged with a smile.

"Thank you Song Yuma, that person is not my opponent, don't worry!" Chai Jun smiled nonchalantly, then hugged his fist to Liang Mian and said, "Your Highness the Ten, I'm in!" ”

Maybe Liang Mian and Zhan Dazhao both felt that person was indeed not Chai Jun's opponent, and the two didn't tell anything, but just nodded to Chai Jun and said indifferently: "Go ahead." ”

Chai Jun ranked sixth on the Imperial Martial Arts List, and there were indeed few people worth his concern, so he straightened his clothes, picked up the double wedge from the tree, and walked towards the battle hall with great energy.

The door slammed shut behind him. After half a pillar of incense, the door reopened, and Chai Jun appeared at the door on the left side of the battle hall with his head held high and a smile on his face, and his opponent was also carried out.

"Next, please enter the battle hall for the two people who have drawn the No. 9 lot!" The Guards, who were in charge of calling the number, reappeared at the door of the battle hall and shouted loudly into the square.

"It's my turn!" Song Qi rose from the ground and picked up the dragon scale sword from the side of the tree. At the same time, from under a tree near the gate, stood up an obese young man, dressed in light green clothes and holding a spear in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qi and the short sword in his hand, a disdainful smile appeared on his lips, and turned around and walked towards the door of the hall.

"That person's surname is Pang, nicknamed Fat Junma, he is good at using guns, and he ranks seventy-one on the imperial martial arts list, and this time he can enter the top sixty-four males, at least seven places have advanced, and his strength cannot be underestimated. You have to be careful. Zhan Dazhao introduced in a low voice.

"Brother-in-law Song, how do you use a short sword, a short sword is a great loss against a spear." Liang Mian raised his hand and swept the weapons on the square, and said to Song Qi in a regretful tone, "Have you seen it, almost all of the people involved in the battle use long weapons." If you use a short weapon, you should have at least two weapons, such as a double mace, a double whip, a double hook, a double hammer, and a double axe. Why don't I lend you the gun? ”

"Thank you, Your Highness the Ten!" Song Qi glanced around the square and found that most of the weapons placed under each tree were long weapons, and sighed helplessly: "I can't use the spear, so I'll just use this short sword." He regretted in his heart that he hadn't taken out the Dragon Shadow Treasure Knife earlier, so that he could use both swords and overcome the disadvantage of short weapons. But now is clearly not the time to get something out of the ring.

"Brother Song doesn't have to worry, long weapons have the benefits of long weapons, but they also have many disadvantages, such as inflexible turning, not suitable for hand-to-hand combat, and that fat county horse is obese, and the speed of turning will be even more affected. Brother Song can win with fast and slow. Zhan Dazhao said with relief.

"Thank you, Brother Zhan! I'm in! Song Qi held his sword and saluted Liang Mianzhan with a fist, then walked towards the door of the hall with a steady step, and entered the battle hall under the gaze of everyone.

"Whether Song Qi has the strength or not, it depends on this time!"

"I guess I'll be carried out as soon as I get in!"

"This is the first round he has played in, and it will be the last!"

The people in the square looked at Song Qi's tall back walking towards the battle hall, and there was a lot of discussion. (To be continued.) )