When the saint finished reading the blessing message, she still maintained the posture of folding her hands and bowed deeply to the people in the solemn bell.

All the people present also bowed down and saluted, and I have to say that the scene of worship by all the people was solemn and earnest, and it was extremely shocking.

The streamer is the southern people, so they naturally act like this, follow the local customs, and follow the dream of chasing an and weaving dreams.

After the salute, the saint straightened up and sat on the ground according to the custom of the southern kingdom for thousands of years, and sat dignified and silent on the futon in front of the altar to watch the games that followed. In this primitive and direct way, the people had to choose the next king, her next king.

After the blessing ceremony, the onlookers began to boil again, cheering and urging the game to start quickly.

The guards who had just received them led them to the open space under the altar to draw lots, and the three people who had advanced from the Western Evening Hall were also invited.

Streamer saw a familiar figure among the three people who came from the opposite side, and his body shook unconsciously.

Walking in the front was a tall young noble man with short brown hair, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, his eyes were like torches, his thin lips were pursed, he was covered with a yin owl that could not be ignored, he was wearing a dark dress, and he was wearing a long sword at his waist, and the whole person was like a taut longbow, full of anger, and would explode at any time.

After seeing the three of them head-on, there was a hint of unexplained playfulness in their eyes.

He was followed by two people, one was the puppet master Zi Xin who had fought with them, he still hid his face with his hood, and he was wearing a wide black robe to hide his puppet Wuya, his steps were vain, and he didn't have any expression when he saw them, so he glanced at them casually and looked away. The other was a little shorter among the three, with a smile mask on his face, and the two crooked smiling eyes on the mask were like a deep abyss, and the exaggerated corners of his mouth were a little weird for no reason. He was dressed in tight black clothes and did not wear any weapons, but judging from the situation in the Dongxuan Palace, there are countless people who participate in the competition, and there is no shortage of talented people.

The three of them came out of the position one in front of the other, and it was obvious that their relationship was not equal, and both of them were subordinates of the noble son. It is worth paying attention to the fact that two of the three people can't see their faces clearly, and the only noble son who can see his face clearly has a not so friendly expression.

Like them, a strange combination.

The streamer's flicker was too obvious, Weaving Dream thought that the streamer had touched the puppeteer and remembered the fear of being intimidated by Wuya, she reached out and patted his head to appease, and the streamer smiled at her, a little imperceptibly reluctant.

When the six people walked under the altar, the ceremonial official on the side walked over with three jade plaques on a tray and said politely: "Congratulations to the six nobles for advancing to the finals, the next finals need to be drawn by lot, the people on one side write their names, and the people on the other side randomly draw opponents." Wait for everyone to draw the jade cards in their hands before revealing the jade cards in their hands, confirm the selected opponents, and then play the competition in the order in which you drew lots. That's the lottery rules, I don't know where to write the name?"

streamer

Grabbing his hair, he struggled for a moment and said, "Let them write." ”

In this regard, it doesn't matter if Zhu'an and Weaving Dreams, although he has been in the south for so long, he can already understand a lot of southern dialect, but the writing is still a little obscure, so that the opposite side of the writing just does not need to be written.

The three people on the other side did not refuse, and took the pen in the hand of the ceremonial official one by one and wrote their names on the jade plate.

After writing, the ceremonial officer flipped the three jade plaques with their names written on them and pressed them down, and then randomly reversed the three jade plaques many times, and then walked up to the streamer and them, and continued to ask dutifully: "A few nobles, who will come first?" ”

The three of them glanced at each other, the streamer was still hesitating, and he stepped forward indifferently, picked up a jade plate and pinched it in his hand, and Weaving Dream also picked up a piece casually.

Regardless of the order, who is drawn and who is on top is the same to them, they don't care.

It's just that it's still a pretty tangled choice for the streamer, it doesn't seem to be good for anyone in the last two subordinates, the horror of the puppet master Xin's streamer has already experienced it, and the smiling man is unpredictable and not easy to deal with, there must be something wrong with that smiley mask, would a normal person wear a mask at any time? So, although the angry noble son doesn't look so friendly, but in their opinion, he is the only normal person.

At least that's what you can catch.

Streamer glanced at the holy woman on the altar, clenched his fists, and reached into the tray to pick up the last jade plaque.

The ceremonial officer stepped forward and said, "Okay, now please show the jade plaque in your hand." ”

There was only one word written on the jade plaque in Zhu'an's hand, Wei, the strange man in the mask.

The jade plaque in Weaving Dream's hand reads, Zixin, that living puppeteer.

The jade plaque in the streamer's hand reads, Tianqiong, that noble son who is full of anger.

As a result, the draw was quite in line with their expectations.

The ceremonial officer announced loudly to the audience: "The lottery ceremony is over, the competition has officially begun, and the arena is the competition platform in the center of Jinghu." After three rounds of competition, three strong people will be left behind, and then the competition will be held, and finally the strongest person will be born, which is the final winner of this year's Tuoba Festival!

The onlookers boiled and cheered loudly.

The ceremonial officer continued: "Then now, let's invite the first group of warriors to the game in the order of the draw!"

Weaving Dream patted Zhu'an's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, come back early!"

She has no reason to believe in Zhu'an, she doesn't need to say a thousand words, she doesn't say anything to cheer, she just expects him to end the game early and come back quickly.

Zhu'an reached out and rubbed her hair, and said with a warm smile: "Well, wait for me." ”

Weaving Dream nodded with a smile, then turned his head and slapped the head of the streamer on the side, "Little man, what kind of god have you been walking since you just started, your master is going to play, don't you say something?"

Only then did the streamer come back to his senses, and he clenched his hands into fists and made a cheering gesture for Zhu'an, "Master."

Come on!"

Zhu'an nodded, and flew off the field with the sword of long-love.

He silently stepped onto the jousting platform in the middle of the Mirror Lake, and stood quietly opposite the smiling mask.

The mask seemed to be born on his face, and the expression on the mask was the expression he was showing now.

Zhu An rarely had an overly obvious aversion to external objects, but somehow, the man was clearly wearing a mask, but he always felt that the gaze under the mask was like a sticky liquid, cold and sticky to him, and this feeling was very annoying.

There was something wrong with this man, but he didn't avoid his gaze.

The ceremonial officer sang loudly and the competition began.

The two of them looked at each other quietly, standing still, and neither of them made a move first.

Unlike the atmosphere without tension between the two, the crowd of onlookers was dissatisfied and anxious, and the voices were a little far away, but there were still a few sparse sounds.

"Hit, fight!"

"Why are these two people standing still?"

"Go!"

"It's not because I'm afraid I won't be able to fight! I can't fight yet! Hurry up!"

The ceremonial officer standing on the side clearly heard the complaints of the onlookers, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and announced the start again.

Zhu'an was not belligerent, and thought that such silence would last for a while, but the nightmare suddenly moved, and his body shook and rushed towards Zhu'an, still not using any weapons, still attacking with his bare hands.

Zhu'an politely bowed his hand unhurriedly, greeted him gently, and then pulled out his affection, did not hide, and directly took his onslaught with his sword.

With a movement of his wrist, the blade of the sword quickly deflected, and it was picked up at a tricky angle, straight to the key point of the nightmare, and the nightmare quickly turned away, but the placket of his clothes was still cut out.

Very sharp sword, very sharp sword aura.

Nightmare looked down at the hole in the placket of his chest and patted it casually.

Somehow, Ann felt as if he was laughing.

Such a weird smile is obviously uncomfortable.

In the eyes of the onlookers, his movements seemed to be too fast, and there were many phantoms, as if five or six people were attacking from different directions at the same time.

The same is true in Zhu'an's eyes, but he didn't choose to tell where the real body of the nightmare is, but unhurriedly sank his wrist and stabbed at every shadow in the air, this counterattack was completed almost instantly, and the moment the nightmare's phantom separated, he followed and attacked.

One of the swords feels the most authentic to the touch.

Stabbed.

The phantom of the nightmare merged, and only one real one remained, and he fell from the air clutching his waist and abdomen.

He fell to his knees on one knee and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice as obscure as if a dry branch had been trampled on.

"Hehe, you're strong. So how about trying this trick?"