In the first round of the royal qualifying, there will be a bye.

Good luck seems to have befallen the Bu clan from this moment. The bye in this first round happened to fall on the head of the clan.

"I'm hoping that we can play in the first round and the stronger the opponent will be." Miao Junfeng put one hand on his cheek, and began to wonder if Elder Louis would cheat him.

Luck is a form of strength, and the Bloodline generally accepts this concept. Therefore, the rest of the royal families who participated in the competition did not send dissatisfied, mocking, or even disdainful glances to the Bu royal family.

After two hours of competition, the seven royal families who advanced in the first round were born. Even the weakest one among them was much stronger than the Bu royal clan.

"Let's play the next game! As long as I can qualify, the rest of the matches will be handed over to me. Miao Junfeng stood up from his chair, his hands propped up on the fence, and his smile was full of confidence.

"Are you sure one of our siblings will win? Those guys are really good! Boume said worriedly.

"Don't worry! If I can't win, I'll go to him! I don't think he would want to see my wrath! Miao Junfeng nodded affirmatively to her.

"Good! Then here we go! No matter who the opponent is, we will do our best. Boume clenched his hands into fists, took a deep breath, and led Booker towards the arena.

According to the original plan, they were supposed to have five participants. But at Miao Junfeng's suggestion, they reduced the number of participants to three. In other words, they took the initiative to reduce the odds of winning by 40%.

"Look, there are only two people in the Bu royal family, are they going to give up?"

"Maybe they're sure they're going to win? Didn't you see their first-round bye? What good luck this is! ”

"Humph! Superficial, who doesn't know that among the fifteen royal clans, the strength of the Bu royal clan is the lowest, and they are doing this to preserve their strength. Because they know that after the throne is lost, there will be many enemies who will challenge them! ”

Discussion came one after another in the audience. Miao Junfeng listened selectively. Despite this, 99 percent of the people are not optimistic about them!

"Facts speak louder than words! Let the results speak for themselves! Elder Louie, I hope you have arranged it, otherwise, don't blame me! ”

Boume's opponent is the master of the Kling royal family. The two fought quite fiercely, and although Boume lost a little at the end, no one would think she was weak.

Booker, who came on the court later, was blessed by anger and fought inseparably with this master of the Kling royal family. Perhaps it was the light that took advantage of the late play, and after the initial strong momentum, the Kling royal family became more and more passive until they were knocked out of the ring by Booker's punch.

"Humph! This is the battlefield of real men! Luckily this is the ring, and if it's outside, I'll kill you! Booker was unforgiving, and condescendingly shouted at him lying under the ring.

After listening to his words, the master of the Kling royal clan didn't say anything, just stood up, patted the dust off his body, and then, like a nobody, walked to the rest area.

His actions raised questions in Booker's mind, when did the Kling royal family become so talkative?

The next player to take the field was Prince Clinton of the Kling Crown. He looked at Booker indifferently, his eyes full of disdain.

With the referee starting, Clinton launched a thunderous blow to Booker.

Booker was ready for battle, but he didn't expect him to be so fast, so fast that he couldn't catch it.

With a "bang", Booker slammed into the ring. With him as the center, the cracked ground tells his embarrassment and sorrow.

Retribution came too quickly, and Clinton did the same thing as he did before, looking at him condescendingly. However, instead of speaking, he gestured to him.

In the rest area of the Bu royal family, Bu Mei, who saw this scene, asked Miao Junfeng, "Did you already know that there would be such a scene?" ”

"To know is to know, but not to know how it will happen? I didn't expect this to be Elder Louis's arrangement. It seems that the Clins were supposed to be the followers of Elder Louis. Otherwise, they would not have made such great concessions and sacrifices. ”

"Even if it's it! Junfeng, it's up to you next. As long as you lose one game, our game is over. Bumei had confidence in Miao Junfeng, but that confidence seemed to shake a little at this point.

The second round was quickly completed. The Bu Clan successfully qualified, however, a loss in the next match would mean that the Bu Clan would be disqualified from the tournament and would automatically be relegated to the last place.

It is not that the Elders deliberately embarrass the Bu Clan, but that the Bu Clan must bear the corresponding responsibilities when they occupy the priority.

Finishing last doesn't mean it's hopeless, as the final ranking has not yet been decided. After the first seven places are born, the bottom eight will compete in the final round.

Miao Junfeng played, and his opponent was the Eisen royal family. This royal family is known for its bloodthirsty violence.

"Oriental, wait a while and you'll beg me to let you die early! This is not the place you should be, and since you are here, you must be prepared to live rather than die. ”

"That's a lot of words! Here we go! I only use one finger! "Miao Junfeng has no interest in this big guy at all.

"Hahaha..., it's the funniest joke I've ever heard! One finger! Do you think you are a true immortal? The color of the bulky head's pupils gradually turned crimson. He was gathering momentum while waiting for the official start of the game.

"The first game of the third round, it's officially started!" The referee shouted, and the figure immediately withdrew from the ring.

"Boy! I'll let you taste the joy of the world! The big man threw his fist at Miao Junfeng.

Miao Junfeng stood in place, not dodging or dodging, raised his right hand with a calm expression, and then slowly stretched out his index finger.

A beam of light hit the center of the big man's eyebrows.

Out of inertia, even though the big man felt it, his body continued to rush forward.

"Kneel!" Miao Junfeng let out a long drink.

With a "bang", the big man knelt on his knees and drew two furrows on the ground.

"I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill. Otherwise, you will be the first. Throw in the towel! Miao Junfeng smiled at him.

Seeing Miao Junfeng's smile, the big man felt a chill in his heart, and immediately shouted loudly: "I admit defeat!" ”

Except for the powerful ones, the rest of the audience on the viewing stage didn't see what was going on at all. All they knew was that the game ended quickly after the referee shouted to start. Counting the time, not even ten seconds.

"Who is this Oriental? It's so strong! ”

"Isn't there a natural barrier? How did he get here? Is he the foreign aid invited by the Bu royal family? ”

"This young man is not simple, and I feel a general trend in him. In the face of this general trend, unless you can have the power to compete with it or be stronger than him, you are not qualified to stand in front of him. ”

At this time, Miao Junfeng became the focus of attention of the audience. Both the contestants and the audience want to know if he will continue to be as strong as he was just now.