Because, on the shaking seats of the Rilun Pavilion, out of the 5,000 seats, only eight people sat down.

Zi Qianmo, Su Jiujiu, Yu Zhujun, Xiao Yushu, Si Junli, Qian Jue, Jing Xuan, Shen Fan.

That's right, five regular players and three alternates.

Not a single superfluous.

It can be said that it is very pitiful.

Fortunately, these eight people didn't feel embarrassed, and they chatted with each other with laughter, with a relaxed look, and they didn't take the ridicule around them in their eyes at all.

The six pavilion masters, all sitting at the top with Dean Yu Yingfeng.

The seven of them are the final judges of the competition.

The Smoke Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion has already been out of customs, so there is no need for his granddaughter Yan Ruomeng to continue to be the acting Pavilion Master, Yan Ruomeng is an official contestant of the Treasure Pavilion.

Seven judges for one play.

Especially those who like to make trouble.

"Hehe, I really can't imagine that the Mo Pavilion Lord has really gathered three alternate team members in such a short period of time, and barely put together a team."

The one who opened his mouth was the master of the Smoke Pavilion.

This smoke pavilion master, although he is already very old, is not old at all, and he especially likes to do things.

As if this was the only way to prove the existence of his first pavilion master.

Moreover, the master of the Smoke Pavilion is a well-known calf guard.

After leaving the customs, his granddaughter Yan Ruomeng went to him to complain, cried for a long time, and smeared Rilunge, Mo Yan, and Ziqian Mo inside and out, and poured all kinds of charges on them.

The master of the smoke pavilion believed.

He thinks that his good granddaughter and future grandson-in-law have been wronged, so he, who is a grandfather, must find a place for the younger generation!

Therefore, before the game officially started, he had already begun to fight with Mo Yan.

In the face of the provocation of the Yan Pavilion Lord, Mo Yan was not provoked at all, his deep phoenix eyes stared at him, and he said indifferently: "Not reluctantly, lucky." ”

The master of the Smoke Pavilion was choked back.

It's very unpleasant.

Good luck for bullshit!

He had already found out that the three candidates, one was a woman holding a Xuanwu order, from the palace, and the other two were terrifying, they were Emperor Jing of Nanyue and the people around Emperor Jing, who entered the Rilun Pavilion as exchange students.

A person, so to speak, is a coincidence.

Two people, it can be said that they are lucky.

What about three people?

Three people, that's definitely not an accident!

Mo Yan gathered the team, and the Rilun Pavilion was qualified to participate, and the proposal to impeach Mo Yan was basically bankrupt.

"Lord Moge, I hope that during the competition, the Rilun Pavilion will also be as lucky as ever." The tone of mockery, especially the word "good luck", gritted teeth.

"Lend you good words." Mo Yan is generous.

Fought back quietly, "The luck of the Rilun Pavilion will definitely always be so good." ”

Smoke Pavilion Master: "......"

This young man.

Isn't the skin a little too thick?

Isn't the mood a little too calm?

"It's about luck, but it depends on God's will." The Hongyan Pavilion Lord took over the conversation, and with a finger painted with Danko, he pointed to the top of his head, "Mo Pavilion Master, you have said that if you are still the last in the competition in the Rilun Pavilion, you will automatically resign from the position of the Pavilion Master, leave the Xuanwu Academy, and depose the Rilun Pavilion." ”

Mo Yan's gaze was a little colder, sharp as a knife: "At least, it won't be a problem to win your Hongyan Pavilion." ”