Fang Yan was chatting with Wenren Yuwei without saying a word, and Zilong ran over excitedly.

"Dialect, redeem the prize, the master has won!"

Fang Yan found out that the first group of competitions didn't know when it started and ended, and the champion of the first group was a dark horse, a member of the Tiangong Club of Shuimu College, named Xie Yang.

Zilong just took the time to buy a bet of Xie Yang's lottery, the amount is not large, and Zilong is not bad for that little spirit stone, but he can show that he is very lucky today, and anyone who meets it will be in a good mood.

"Look at your virtue, I haven't seen money."

Fang Yan rolled his eyes, although he was three orders behind Zilong's cultivation, but the friendship between these two was still very deep, and Zilong would not take this kind of joke seriously.

Zilong smiled and handed the bet slip to Fang Yan, and at the same time noticed Yu Wei, the person next to Fang Yan.

"Isn't this the little princess of the Wen family, Sister Yuwei, you won't meet my buddy." Zilong seemed to know Wenren Yuwei, and his mouth didn't slip out of the door to make a joke, and he squeezed his eyes at Fang Yan.

This time, Fang Yan and Wenren Yuwei rolled their eyes together, and Wenren Yuwei waved her fist at Zilong angrily. "Zi Lao Liu, if you don't keep the door open, I'll let my brother go to you to practice tomorrow."

When Zilong heard this, his face immediately fell, and he hurriedly flattered Wenren Yuwei and said, "Little princess, can't I be wrong, you raise your noble hand and let go of the small one." ”

Fang Yan was very happy to watch from the side, he knew that Wenren Yuwei and Zilong were talking and playing, but from Wenren Yuwei's words, Fang Yan knew a little about the origin of Zilong.

The friendship between Fang Yan and Zilong has no interest relationship, Zilong has not said his identity, and Fang Yan has not asked, it is purely Wang Ba who looks at Mung Bean and looks at each other.

Wenren Yuwei looked at Fang Yan for a while, and when she was bored, she went to find a little money fan and a snack to pinch her face.

"Aren't you and her brother both fourth-order, why do you seem so afraid of him?" Fang Yan asked Zilong with some curiosity.

"That's a monster." Zilong shrugged his shoulders and frankly admitted that he was not as good as Wen Ren Thunder, "He is the peak of the fourth order, and he is also ranked number one in the sequence of Tianyuan Academy, the super genius of the mutated thunder spirit root, how can I compare?" ”

"That is the youngest daughter of the owner of the Wen family, and she is also the sister of the Wen Thunder." Zilong pouted at Wenren Yuwei, "Wenren Thunder listens to her the most, monsters who are addicted to cultivation generally have a little tendon." ”

After staying in the imperial capital for four years, the Wenren family still knows the dialect of this behemoth.

The Wenren family is a new family that rose during the Miracle War five hundred years ago, and the ancestor of the Kai clan is a general under Ye Wendao, who is known as the imperial military god.

As for the Zi family spoken by Wenren Yuwei, I have never heard the dialect, after all, his social circle really can't reach that height, but Zilong can comment on Wenren Yuwei and Wenren Thunder in such a relaxed tone, which also shows that his family background is not simple.

But in terms of dialect, no matter how high the status of Zilong and Wenren Yuwei is, it has nothing to do with him, and he has no interest in them. Kneeling and licking his thighs, Fang Yan is not the kind of person who does anything for the sake of profit, otherwise the Neidan dialect of President Mu would have been sold long ago.

The difference between the strengths of the players who can enter the second- and third-order finals is basically not large, and most of the third-order games are stalemate until the last minute to determine the winner.

The second and third level competitions will all be completed in the morning, and the final is still twenty people, and there are a total of forty players in the second and third orders.

The preliminaries of the finals ended quickly, and the forty final contestants were also decided, and the second and third finals will be held successively.

There was some surprise in the second-order finals, and a player from the Flaming Academy won the championship by a considerable margin, shocking the ground.

The off-season is short, and the third-order finals will start immediately after the second-stage, and most of the spectators do not leave the surrounding arena, but discuss the game on the spot.

Fang Yan also Zilong chatted about the third-order finalists, "This player named Shang Fei is really powerful, even the third-order can enter the final round." ”

"Indeed," Zilong nodded, "The foundation of the sword technique is mana after all, and the difference in mana between the second and third orders is not one or two points, and this dark horse is really a bit unexpected." ”

The appearance of second-order players in the third-order finals was also the focus of discussion among many viewers, everyone was a cultivator, so they naturally knew how difficult this kind of thing was.

But after all, it is the finals, and most of the audience thinks that Shang Fei, a dark horse, is here, and it is impossible to win the championship.

In the waiting area, Shang Fei sat quietly holding the flying sword, and he also knew that he had made a big news.

In the face of opponents who are all higher than their own cultivation and the attention of hundreds of thousands of people, some people will have weak legs and can't stand up, and some people have big hearts, which is commonly known as competition-type players, who can rush to the finals, and Shang Fei is obviously the latter.

"It's a pity that Murong Yun was eliminated." Shang Fei regretted that his friend was eliminated. Murong Yun's group was full of fierce competition, and despite his best efforts, he still fell behind half a position in the end and passed the final.

"I don't know where this guy went, and I didn't even see a figure after the game." Shang Fei shook his head, the finals are about to start, there is no need to think about this now, quiet pranayama is the most important.

At the same time, Dialect's third-order final is about to stop betting, and Dialect has not opened a live market.

At this time, a green-shirted student with the emblem of the Sword Academy and a sword on his back came to the competition point.

It seems that he didn't know about the lottery before, and after reading the rules for a while, he said in dialect, "This... Boss, I bought Shang Fei from the third-order finals, fifty second-grade spirit stones. ”

"Have you thought it through? This spirit stone is not a small amount, the probability of this Shang Fei player winning the championship is not large, and the odds of the final are not high. ”

Hearing that someone had bought fifty second-grade spirit stones from Shang Fei, some of the spectators around the lottery points gathered over, and a student from Tianyuan Academy kindly reminded.

Fang Yan and Zilong didn't say anything, after all, it was a door-to-door business, but they also agreed with the words of this Tianyuan Academy student in their hearts.

There are always people who will go to the players with high odds, but generally speaking, the dark horses are relatively small, and the word "Bo" is very clear, with small and big.

Besides, if you can enter the finals, no matter how black the horse is, it must have some strength, so the odds set by the dialect are not high, and the odds are not suitable for Bo dark horses.

The sword cultivator of the Sword Saving Academy shook his head, took out fifty second-grade spirit stones, and handed them to Fang Yan.

"Just buy Shang Fei, this is the spirit stone."

"Okay." Fang Yan took the spirit stone, took out the note sheet printed with Shang Fei, and stamped it with the law seal. "Please report your name, I'm going to make a note, it's a big list after all."

"No problem, my name is Murong Yun."