Time passed minute by minute in the discussion of everyone, and Team Qifan and Team Zhensan had returned to their respective preparation areas.

Yang Ming looked up at the big screen, which showed a countdown:

4：38

There are four and a half minutes left.

Yang Ming faintly looked forward to it. First, because of the live-action simulation battle, this kind of competition is rare once or twice a year, and even if it is held, it is not as large-scale as this time. It is usually a New Year's Eve festival, or an exchange between city-states, that there will be such events.

Second, Yang Ming felt that the names of the two teams were very familiar. I always feel like I've seen it somewhere. If you're not mistaken, they still seem to be the same game in the world before the time-travel.

"How long do you think this game will last?" Zhong Peng asked on the side.

"At least half an hour." Yang Ming said, "It could also be a few minutes. ”

"How?"

"Listening to the previous description of the captains of the two teams, they are at least A-level," Yang Ming explained, "Then the Qifan team and the real three teams must also be mixed teams." In this case, the C position of the team is about 1 to 2 people. ”

"Just like our team, Zhong Peng, you can fight, if you fall, then the victory is basically decided."

Zhong Peng suddenly realized.

During the conversation, the Qifan team and the real three teams had already stepped into the ring, and the big screen in the stadium projected the real-time battle situation.

It is only at this time that the crowd gathered outside can see what is happening inside through the stadium projection.

Yang Ming actually felt strange that events like the selection of the order's reserve did not arrange live broadcasts. Could it be that the audition is disdainful of doing it?

"Bang Bang!"

There was scattered applause in the stadium, because the number of onlookers was small. Even if the cheering groups of the two teams shouted cheers, the huge stadium seemed a little deserted.

"It's not like a game," Liu Haoran shrugged, "Even though it's Group C, it's cold to be so deserted." ”

"There are still people after all," Yang Ming said with a smile, pointing out the thoughts in his heart, "Do you feel too lonely, and there is nowhere to put your blood?" ”

"Who doesn't want to have a bigger audience when they're performing." Liu Haoran sighed.

At this moment, a whistle sounded in the stadium, and then the mechanical voice echoed: "The game is officially started!" ”

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the ring.

I saw that in the ring, the people of the two teams were tense, and the moment the mechanical sound fell, the players of both sides summoned their own patronus spirits and abilities!

When Yang Ming saw Zhao Shen's patron saint, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while.

The white-robed spear, the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, standing like a peak, pointing straight to the sky!

The appearance is very familiar, but I can't remember who it is.

But I heard a mechanical audio broadcast report: "Qifan Captain Zhao Shen, Guardian God Zhao Yun, from Qifan Dimension!" ”

Yang Ming couldn't help but lose his mind for a while.

Zhao Yun of the Fan Dimension?

In other words, this cargo can be opened unequaled?!

On the other side, Chang Hong of the True Third Team also summoned his own guardian spirit, but he was not as abrasive as Zhao Shen, and without the slightest intention of showing off, he immediately merged with the guardian spirit.

But Yang Ming finally saw it.

"Shall I go?" He muttered quietly.

Chang Hong's patron saint is also a spear, but it is a blue-faced fang, like an orc. Behind him is a cyan cloak, which moves without wind.

"This TM can't be Zhao Yun in the True Dynasty Warriors, right?!" He muttered to himself.

As soon as the idea surfaced, the mechanical voice broadcast: "Chang Hong, the captain of the True Three Team, and Zhao Yun, the guardian saint, are from the True Three Kingdoms Peerless Dimension!" ”

The audience was in an uproar.

"Two Zhao Yun?!"

"I lost it, I didn't expect the two captains to awaken the guardian saints with the same name and surname? Now there's a good show to watch! ”

Yang Ming's eyes were even hotter.

Others don't know that Zhao Shen and Chang Hong are actually the same awakened guardian spirit, how can he not know. It's just that I didn't expect to be able to meet the same hero in different dimensions!

What's more, whether it is Qifan or Zhensan, Zhao Yun was the god of war of his dreams!

Now the God of War is fighting!

Yang Ming was a little excited.

At this time, the two teams on the stage moved.