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Just when the sacrificial dance of the Middle Tang Dynasty was halfway through, a burst of golden light crossed the sky, as if a faint halo could be faintly seen, that was the Eight Beast Gods who belonged to the sheltered Tang Dynasty, Gou Chen's divine revelation.

The light is dazzling but there is no sense of oppression, but it gives people a sense of grace and luxury.

"It's worthy of the Tang Dynasty, and the Divine Revelation is also so glittering," Ying Baoyue sighed.

It feels really good and rich.

Although she was right, it was the first time she had heard such an apt description, but was it really good to describe a solemn revelation like this? Ying Xun and Guichen couldn't help but hold their foreheads on the side.

Although the scale of the divine revelation is not large, it is not spectacular, as if the gods noticed a group of humans dancing hard here, and came to say "I know". However, this is also the normal level of Zhongtang, compared to the reaction of the true god, the reaction of the surrounding people is more violent.

As soon as the dance of the cultivators of the Middle and Tang Dynasty ended, there was a warm applause around them, as if they had really watched a song and dance, and it was also a praise for the sacrificial music of the Middle and Tang Dynasty.

"The festival is really important," Guichen couldn't help but sigh as he opened his eyes to the side.

Ying Baoyue nodded, sometimes high-level musicians can even win or lose.

"Raising the son of the country with Taoism is the six arts of teaching: one is five rites, two is six music, three is five shots, four is five royals, five is six books, and six is nine numbers." Music is one of the six arts of Childe, which shows the importance of music.

The non-aggressive Zhongtang gave everyone a lively and pleasant start to the third round of the battle, and Hou Liao also danced the sacrificial dance so ordinarily.

Different from polo, Houliao, which is not a grassland or a snow-capped mountain in the territory of the country, is relatively primitive in terms of etiquette and music, accompanied by the breeze of the wind lawmaker, a gust of wind that seems to be mixed with pieces of ice and snow blows through the audience, this is the patron saint of Houliao, the divine revelation of the White Tiger God.

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Middle Tang Dynasty, Later Liao, Eastern Wu, Southern Chu, Northern Wei, and Former Qin.

This is the order in which the nations appear in the third and final round of the Crowd War.

"This order is really ......"

As the examiner announced such an order, the surrounding people broke out in an instant after a silence.

"Qianqin is the last?"

"It's not the finale, it's a fool......"

"That's an interesting order......

"Followed by Southern Chu and Northern Wei...... Will this former Qin people be so frightened that their legs are weak and they can't jump at all, hahaha......"

In the whispers around him, Ying Xun, who was standing on the high platform, clenched his fists tightly, and a trace of unwillingness and remorse crossed his eyes.

Why is he out of luck at this time?

"Second brother, this order ......" Zhao Guang didn't care about the order of the draw, and after the draw, he jumped off the stage and returned to Li Ji's side, at this time, looking at Ying Xun's reaction, he looked at Li Ji beside him.

"Well, it's terrible for Qianqin." Li Ji said lightly. The man's eyes quietly stared at Li Ji on the stage and the girl behind him.

The festival dance is performed for a long time, and it is not the finale that is the most advantageous for the finale, but the most advantageous for making an impression.

And in this case, there is no worse order of play than being caught in the middle of a strong country. Especially in the case of the former Qin, after the two great powers of Southern Chu and Northern Wei, the emotions of the people and examiners will be directly immersed in the shocking sacrificial dances of the previous two countries, and will not leave any impression on the former Qin.

Although Nan Chu did not have such an anti-heaven existence as Ji Jiashu this time, it was effortless to take away everyone's attention, and although the Northern Wei Dynasty did not have a traditional repertoire of sacrificial dances, no one knew what would jump out, but Li Ji looked at the Northern Wei saintess with a smile on the corner of his mouth in the stands, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart for some reason.

"Anyway, coming in last, there is a risk of overlapping with the sacrificial dance in front," Zhao Guang nodded when he heard this, "Qian Qin really carried it home this time." ”

These days in Danyang City, rumors that Qianqin wanted to win the first place in the three battles have spread, so many people, even Zhao Guang, have paid attention to Qianqin's lottery results for the first time.

"It seems that the draw on the polo field last time used up all your luck," Zhao Guang looked at Ying Xun, who was gritting his teeth in the distance, and the former Qin cultivator with a gloomy expression in the direction of the audience.

Luck.

"Wait, that's not right!"

However, at this time, Li Ji's stunned voice suddenly sounded in Zhao Guang's ears.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Guang was stunned and looked at Li Ji beside him, but found that Li Ji's eyes under the mask were staring straight in one direction, and as he looked, he found that it was the girl standing under the stage.

And the girl didn't look at them, nor did she look at Yingxun, but also quietly looked at an object on the high platform.

Listening to the cynicism of the people around him, Ying Xun took a deep breath and turned around, walking towards the stage with heavy steps, he didn't even want to face the rest of the team, and he didn't even want to raise his head.

He lowered his head and could see how ugly the faces of the other former Qin cultivators in the audience were.

However, at this time, Ying Xun was suddenly stunned.

Because he saw the girl. Middle Tang Dynasty, Later Liao, Eastern Wu, Southern Chu, Northern Wei, and Former Qin.

This is the order in which the nations appear in the third and final round of the Crowd War.

"This order is really ......"

As the examiner announced such an order, the surrounding people broke out in an instant after a silence.

"Qianqin is the last?"

"It's not the finale, it's a fool......"

"That's an interesting order......

"Followed by Southern Chu and Northern Wei...... Will this former Qin people be so frightened that their legs are weak and they can't jump at all, hahaha......"

In the whispers around him, Ying Xun, who was standing on the high platform, clenched his fists tightly, and a trace of unwillingness and remorse crossed his eyes.

Why is he out of luck at this time?

"Second brother, this order ......" Zhao Guang didn't care about the order of the draw, and after the draw, he jumped off the stage and returned to Li Ji's side, at this time, looking at Ying Xun's reaction, he looked at Li Ji beside him.

"Well, it's terrible for Qianqin." Li Ji said lightly. The man's eyes quietly stared at Li Ji on the stage and the girl behind him.

The festival dance is performed for a long time, and it is not the finale that is the most advantageous for the finale, but the most advantageous for making an impression.

And in this case, there is no worse order of play than being caught in the middle of a strong country. Especially in the case of the former Qin, after the two great powers of Southern Chu and Northern Wei, the emotions of the people and examiners will be directly immersed in the shocking sacrificial dances of the previous two countries, and will not leave any impression on the former Qin.

Although Nan Chu did not have such an anti-heaven existence as Ji Jiashu this time, it was effortless to take away everyone's attention, and although the Northern Wei Dynasty did not have a traditional repertoire of sacrificial dances, no one knew what would jump out, but Li Ji looked at the Northern Wei saintess with a smile on the corner of his mouth in the stands, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart for some reason.

"Anyway, coming in last, there is a risk of overlapping with the sacrificial dance in front," Zhao Guang nodded when he heard this, "Qian Qin really carried it home this time." ”

These days in Danyang City, rumors that Qianqin wanted to win the first place in the three battles have spread, so many people, even Zhao Guang, have paid attention to Qianqin's lottery results for the first time.

"It seems that the draw on the polo field last time used up all your luck," Zhao Guang looked at Ying Xun, who was gritting his teeth in the distance, and the former Qin cultivator with a gloomy expression in the direction of the audience.

Luck.

"Wait, that's not right!"

However, at this time, Li Ji's stunned voice suddenly sounded in Zhao Guang's ears.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Guang was stunned and looked at Li Ji beside him, but found that Li Ji's eyes under the mask were staring straight in one direction, and as he looked, he found that it was the girl standing under the stage.

And the girl didn't look at them, nor did she look at Yingxun, but also quietly looked at an object on the high platform.

Listening to the cynicism of the people around him, Ying Xun took a deep breath and turned around, walking towards the stage with heavy steps, he didn't even want to face the rest of the team, and he didn't even want to raise his head.

He lowered his head and could see how ugly the faces of the other former Qin cultivators in the audience were.

However, at this time, Ying Xun was suddenly stunned.

Because he saw the girl.