On the field of the big competition, the competition was in full swing, all kinds of weapons staggered and emitted brilliant sparks, and the teenagers fought hard, not hesitating to be scarred, and the fighting spirit was awe-inspiring. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, in the crowd watching the battle, they were all discussing the same person, and they exchanged words, completely forgetting that there were more than a dozen matches going on.

"You say, 'He'..... Will it come?" one of them was the first to speak, but hesitated slightly, as if he was quite afraid of this.

"He's coming, of course, and I'm going to be the first to come forward this time. A woman in a burlap garment picked up the conversation, with a magnificent chest and a smug heart.

However, her face is really magical, but it is not ugly, and it makes people appetite a lot at first sight.

Some are obese, perhaps because they have been selling roast chicken for many years, and a lot of oil and water are involved.

If you distinguish carefully, you can naturally see that she is the woman who sold roast chicken to Xiaoyue that day.

"Why didn't you come forward that day?" someone asked.

When the woman heard this, she became a little anxious.

"My mother has been selling roast chicken for many years, how can I need you to teach me how to do things? The **** happens to be not there, if it is, I must be the first to come out to testify. ”

She patted her chest and swore an oath.

"Also, Aunt Lu's character has nothing to say, the last time I was short of a penny to buy roast chicken, she sold it to me, just rush to this, I have to say sorry for her. ”

A man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks stepped forward, as if something was true.

Everyone scoffed, these two were embarrassed, and they didn't know how long they had been hooking up.

Even the people present at the time recognized that it was this Aunt Lu who kicked Xiaoyue, but they didn't say it and chose to be silent.

"If that young man comes here, he will definitely be able to fight for our Heavenly Chosen City!" I don't know who opened his mouth, and said with righteous indignation.

This is indeed the case in the game, the battle is basically one-sided, if the boy from the Chosen City meets the boy from Juxiandu, he basically falls to the ground within a few moves, and loses completely.

"Today's competition is about to end, if he doesn't come, then he won't be able to participate in this big competition, and I don't know if he signed up. One continued.

"You seem to be overlooking a problem. ”

Hearing this, everyone looked for the source of the sound.

Wang Xian was dressed like a god of rivers and lakes, with a blue shirt and a pu fan, shaking it gently, looking like he was calculating the world's affairs.

Dressed like this, he looked so decent, and almost no one recognized him.

"I wonder what this brother is trying to say?" someone immediately asked.

The prophet glanced at him lightly, his eyes were indifferent and lonely, and he looked at the man with a chill in his heart, and he did not dare to force his eyes.

"I want to ask you a question, how strong do you think the king is elected?"

There was a commotion among the crowd, thinking that this was not obvious, he was ridiculously powerful.

"Although I am not a cultivator, I am quite interested in cultivation, and it took me decades in my early years to understand this path against the sky. And when I look at the methods of that young man last time, I guess his strength is far above that of the city lord. ”

As soon as everyone heard this, their hearts were like countless grass and mud horses galloping past, shaking abnormally and their hearts were sensational.

In their hearts, the city lord is a supreme existence, and as for the person who can defeat the city lord, they can't even think of it. What they didn't expect was that this twelve-year-old boy was actually stronger than the city lord.

The old man who said this had a wry smile on his face, he felt that he was inappropriately describing the power of Wang Xuan, but communicating with these people could only be like this.

"So, I would like to ask again, is it necessary for him to participate in this contest that is of no use to him in the slightest?"

"Didn't he say that he would come, and that he would clear the name of the wronged girl?"

"For you, whether she is wronged or not, you naturally know it. And for him, she must have been wronged. Is it necessary for him to participate in such a low-level competition for the recognition of you people?"

The prophet of the king was full of needles and pierced the hearts of everyone.

They suddenly regretted that they had not come forward to testify, but now it seemed that it was too late.

"What the little brother said is true, but I would like to take the liberty of asking, do you think he will come?" the old man began.

Wang Xian raised his eyebrows, pointed to the sky, and his eyes were full of reverence.

"He's coming!"

Everyone was stunned again, and they couldn't understand what this person said, giving people a feeling of overstretched IQ.

Many people looked at the prophet Wang with anger in their eyes, and they seemed to have been teased by someone.

The old man coughed twice, stopped talking, his eyes were cloudy, and his head turned to the battlefield.

When Wang Xian saw the fierce expressions of the people around him, he closed his mouth and honestly watched the competition.

Only he can clearly feel that his IQ is rising significantly, and while he is in the limelight again and again, he has not only obtained the sublimation of his soul, but also the incomparable enjoyment.

He secretly made up his mind that he would do more of this kind of thing and say more in the future.

At this time, the schedule is coming to an end, and the final batch of competitions has also begun.

"One hundred and fifty-three and nine hundred and forty. ”

"Seven hundred and twenty-eight and three hundred and sixty-one. ”

......

The referee looked at the last two numbers, sighed, and read them out loud.

"Four hundred and forty-four and one!"

The teenagers took heavy steps and boarded the venue one after another, letting the afterglow of the setting sun fall on their bodies, looking more bright and vibrant.

"Examiner, where is my opponent?" A fierce-looking teenager stood beside the referee like a small mountain, looking like a child snuggling up to an adult, but at this time the roles were reversed.

The referee looked at this different teenager and felt a little intimidated, but he still asked.

"What number are you?"

"Number four hundred and forty-four. ”

Although the boy looks unusually burly, his voice is milky, and it has a strong impact on people's sense of sight and hearing.

The referee lifted his jaw, which had almost fallen, and he vaguely remembered that number four hundred and forty was the last, so he looked at the last and quickly found it.

"Your opponent is Number One, and his name is ......"

The referee squeezed his eyes to see, accompanied by his horror and unnaturalness, and let out an exclamation.

"The king's choice!"

At this time, the competition on the field has begun, and the noise is continuous.

Only the referee's expression was like a stormy wave, and the burly young man was full of care, forming a stark contrast.