"Participate in the Emperor."

"Participate in the Emperor."

"Attend the Emperor."

"Attend the Emperor."

The originally sparse people bowed to the sitting Emperor of the Northern Underworld.

"Flat." The Emperor of the Northern Underworld sat in the middle of the row.

"Your Majesty."

"Thank you, Father."

Everyone returned to their respective positions, and Ming Xiyue also sat aside with the Northern Stygian Feather Law.

The sharp eyes of the Northern Emperor glanced at the people seated and glanced at Duke Gui beside him.

Gonggong Gui immediately understood, stepped forward and said: "The rules of this competition are to win or lose in one game, and whoever can knock the opponent down or make the opponent admit defeat within a stick of incense is the winner." ”

"Do you understand?" The Emperor of the Northern Darkness looked at the bright moon and the south.

"Understood!"

"Understood!"

Ming Xiyue and Nan Tan Wu came out of their seats at the same time, and the two stood side by side in the middle and bowed to the Northern Emperor of the Underworld.

"Well, let's get started." The Northern Emperor nodded slightly.

A rumbling drum sounded in the ring, and Ming Xiyue and Nan Xiangwu stood at each end of the ring. On the left side of the ring is a large bronze incense burner, with a stick of incense stuck in the middle.

The referee's father-in-law, who was standing in the ring, pinched his throat and shouted in a sharp voice: "Begin!" ”

At the same time, he quickly lit the incense in the bronze incense burner, and hurriedly left the ring, for fear that it would harm the pond fish.

"I heard that the princess of the South Wing is beautiful, her spiritual cultivation is extremely high, she is a first-class stunning beauty in the South Wing country, and there are countless people who love the princess, and even the prince of the South Wing treats you differently." Ming Xiyue deliberately bit the four words of treating each other differently.

Really. Nan Tingwu listened to her and said the previous words, still looking like she didn't eat the fireworks of the world. But when she heard the prince of the South Wing, her eyes dodged slightly. Although it was only a slight facial movement, Ming Xiyue could still see it clearly.

Nan Tingwu tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Miss Ming said and laughed, how can the demeanor of the prince of war be compared to those gentlemen, the heart of the dance has long been tied to the prince, and only I am the most compatible with the prince." ”

Ming Xiyue sneered, "Really? It's not up to you to decide whether you are compatible or not, it depends on whether Bei Ying Yu Law is willing to marry you, you say yes? Princess of the South Wing. ”

"Then we'll see." Nan Tilt Dance said, condensing an ice-blue long sword out of thin air.

She held a long sword in her hand, and with the blue dress she wore today, the green silk fluttered in the wind, and the blue spiritual power was shining all over her body, like a mortal fairy.

Seeing this, the corners of Ming Xiyue's mouth raised a mocking smile.

Airs.

Ming Xiyue threw out a crimson red flame whip from her waist, her fiery red dress fluttered in the wind, and the red lotus on her forehead added a charm. She exudes unruliness and arrogance all around her, like a rakshasa from hell, which makes people stay away.

The stark contrast between the two in the ring made the people in the audience talk a lot, and they were even more curious about who would win this competition.

Beiying Yulu stared at the bright moon in the ring without blinking, for fear that if she didn't look at her, she would not be gone.

It's the first time he's seen such an arrogant little girl, and she's cold and lonely on weekdays, as if she's experienced the world and seen through the world.

Now seeing her so arrogant on the stage, a familiar figure flashed in Beiying Yulu's mind.

That is her in her previous life, unrestrained, laughing when she is happy, crying when she is unhappy, and bravely chasing love.

She's finally back.