Although everyone didn't see Gu Xiaoyao appear for a long time, they were still shocked by his miserable aura, and there was only one person who talked to Chu Si from time to time with a hippie smile, and that was Leng Wushuang, the palace master of Bifan Palace.

He has now become a god in everyone's minds, because when he came to power just now, he wiped out a martial artist level 3 with just one move, and it was not opportunistic, and the people who were destroyed were also convinced.

Why? The disparity in strength is too great, so Leng Wushuang has become the target of everyone's attention and a forbidden area in everyone's minds.

Whoever draws him in the next round is unlucky.

Finally it was Gu Xiaoyao's turn, he was the last group to play, he was almost the same as Leng Wushuang, and he also drove the opponent off the stage in one move, but Gu Xiaoyao was much more caring than Leng Wushuang, he just rushed, and Leng Wushuang was in uniform.

Chu Si looked at Gu Xiaoyao's eyes and turned into two peach hearts, "The master said mighty!" She winked mischievously and smiled.

Gu Xiaoyao patted Chu Si's head, and then sat down next to her.

After the first round of competition, all five of them advanced, and of course, there were fourteen people who had the same fate as them.

The next round of the draw was about to begin, Feng Nanjin looked at Chu Si with a blank eye, "Little junior sister, you won't be empty again." "He also wants to be empty, he also wants to!

Chu Si looked at his little eyes of envy, jealousy and hatred, and shook his head funny, "I don't know." ”

As a result, when the lottery was drawn this time, Chu Si was still the first to draw, and after she drew it, Feng Nanjin ran over and grabbed it, "Little junior sister, is this considered your draw for me?" ”

Chu Si looked at Feng Nanjin's pitiful appearance in dress, and nodded helplessly, "Here you go." "She hasn't seen it yet, what if it's not 19?

Because 19 is a bye, she didn't believe it, and she even said that Lady Luck had come.

“18！ Not 19? Feng Nanjin looked at Chu Si sadly, "Little junior sister, it turns out that your luck has run out."

"Let's just don't draw each other, it doesn't matter if we draw others." Because if you draw your own people, it means that your own people are fighting against each other, and it will be a stalemate.

As a result, everyone finished drawing, and Chu Si's words were fulfilled, they really didn't draw their own people, and everyone was completely relieved.

In the end, there were two people left, and Chu Si did not draw lots.

As soon as Chu Si wanted to draw it, the person next to her took one step ahead of her, "Accept it!" The man looked at Chu Si and smiled, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, almost dazzling Chu Si's eyes.

At this time, Leng Wushuang walked over, "Chu Si, you haven't smoked yet, now there are only No. 19 and No. 8 left!" After speaking, he showed the number in his hand, a bright 8.

At this time, there was a sound of gasping in the crowd watching the excitement next to him. It's a paradise and a hell!

Those who draw 8 obviously go to hell, they must be eliminated, and those who draw 19 are undoubtedly byes, and they are directly promoted, which is not what heaven is.

At this time, the man behind Chu Si squeezed next to her, "Sister Beauty, let me smoke first, my master, ancestor, and ancestor all want me to enter the Bright Academy, in order to get in, I have been preparing for fifty years, you see......" She looked at Chu Si in embarrassment.

Chu Si was speechless for an instant, who is your beautiful sister, she is only fifteen years old!

"Go, go, go!" Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, she is out of the way, and it is her turn to change.

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