The one hundred and thirty-nine on Nangong Zhao'an's face generally just reached the Holy Spirit Rank, but like Yun Bing, who is also a junior Holy Spirit Rank, but who has comprehended the Elemental Law by mistake and can combine the elements with the seal, is only him and Nangong Zhao'an.

Nangong Zhao'an faced a son, and when the other party saw that it was His Royal Highness King An, he directly admitted defeat and abstained.

The reason is very simple, you can't beat it!

Nangong Zhaoan was directly promoted.

Chu Luo's game was in front of Yao Zixuan, and it was said that Chu Luo was also lucky, and his luck was also bad, so he drew Lu Mingxi.

Why do you say lucky? Because Lu Mingxi was too lazy to make a move, Chu Luo would be beaten a little less, and if he was unlucky, he met Lu Mingxi in the second game, the seed player, he must have died properly.

So Chu Luo gave up by himself with a sad face.

In this game, Lu Ming won!

Next, it is the second game of Xiao Zhengtai Yao Zixuan.

One hundred and one, is an uncle in his thirties.

Yao Zixuan pouted as soon as he appeared, why did he draw an uncle? If he draws a woman, he can say it, but if he draws this uncle, this, how can he lure the enemy?

Since you can't lure the enemy, you have to rely on force.

After Yao Zixuan came on the field, the uncle has been wearing a long face, his beard is shaking, the bigger the two of them are, the more intense, it may be a problem with Yao Zixuan's height, but he is stronger than the uncle in terms of strength, but it is still a little worse than the uncle.

In the end, Yao Zixuan used his long sword, and as soon as the Chengxiao sword came out, he would see blood.

Yao Zixuan made a trick, the sword shadow was nine days, and the phantom made the uncle dazzled, and he couldn't tell where Yao Zixuan's true body was, and finally, Yao Zixuan hit the uncle's eyebrows with a sword, and a flip in the air, Yao Zixuan stood straight on the competition platform with a long sword in his hand, and behind him, the uncle fell in a pool of blood.

At this time, Yao Zixuan's face was full of solemnity, and his cute face was heavy.

His legs were shaking and shaking, and finally, he fell to his knees with a thud.

His legs trembled on the ground, his teeth had been bitten, blood flowed from his cherry-red lips, and tears and sweat rained down on his forehead, pouring and dripping on the ground and mixing with his uncle's blood.

At this time, Yun Bing and Nangong Zhaoan felt that something was wrong at the same time, Yun Bing stood up and said respectfully to Master Gongliu: "Master, I don't think Yao Zixuan is right, can you let me go up and help him down?" ”

Master Gongliu didn't speak, and his closed eyes never opened.

Yun Bing's waist bent deeper, and after almost a stick of incense, Master Gongliu finally snorted softly.

Yun Bingfei went to the stage to wrap Yao Zixuan down, randomly glanced at Nangong, and the two took Yao Zixuan back to the palace.