With the introduction of the host, the funeral night led Ren Wulang and Qingluan on the red carpet.

Let me wave my character, his expression is the same, and he can't see the ups and downs.

After listening to the discussion of the funeral night, Qingluan had no distractions, held his head high, was full of confidence, and was true to himself.

In contrast, the most uncomfortable is still counting the funeral night, the heart is entangled, the old face is hot, if there is really no applause, wouldn't it be a shame.

"Have you noticed that Qingluan is the lowest cultivation among the top thirty-two. ”

"It is said that others have no future if they learn their own martial arts, and they will never be able to surpass the original. But I feel that Qingluan's comprehension of micro-footwork and even slashing seems to have surpassed the original funeral night, with infinite potential, and it is so pure and lovely, youthful and invincible!"

"I also like her very much, pure and straightforward, innocent and beautiful! This kind of person is really rare!"

"Support Qingluan! Support Shennongmen!" Everyone was talking happily, and the toads were waiting for an opportunity to string into the crowd, raising their fists high, and suddenly came with such a voice, shouting the slogan very loudly.

Those who supported Qingluan immediately raised their fists and shouted, but they tampered with the second half of the slogan and shouted directly: "Support Qingluan! Qingluan will win!"

The calls were higher and higher, and even Qingluan was stunned, how could there be such treatment?

Ren Lang was also frightened, and this was the first time he had encountered this kind of scene.

On the night of the funeral, he had no face and no skin, waving his hand to greet the people on both sides of the red carpet, even if everyone didn't support him, or even didn't look at him, they were still happy.

Because Qingluan is his disciple, since he can't be a famous teacher and a high apprentice, then the other way around, a high apprentice should be a famous teacher!

"I'll go! Look at the funeral night, his face is really thick, and he didn't mention that he waved his hand vigorously, as if he regarded himself as a superstar. ”

"It's good to get used to it, the funeral night is such a person. ”

"I'm really worried that Qingluan, such a pure and beautiful oxygen beauty, why did she choose to be the apprentice of the funeral night?

"That's it!"

"Especially in this environment, Qingluan can still get out of the mud without staining, and he doesn't have a virtue with the funeral night, I think this is the most commendable!"

"Makes sense!"

“......”

Everyone is discussing, the toad is snickering, I feel that this time it is really a face, if it weren't for the water around the red carpet, the toad wanted to rush in, raised Qingluan's hand and told everyone, this is my sister.

In terms of popularity competition, Qingluan can be said to have exploded a big upset, and the call is high, wave after wave, in terms of momentum alone, it is almost no longer under the king.

"Brother, is this also the truth?" After entering the martial arts field, there were fewer people, and the voice was not noisy, so I asked him with a smile.

Funeral Night said: "Beauty is also the truth!"

Let me be dumb directly, indeed, everyone has a love for beauty.

And Qingluan's beauty is different, innocent, simple and lovely, even if the beauty sees her, it is estimated that pity will be greater than jealousy.

People's hearts are changeable and very complex, and no one can guess. Anyway, the truth is the human heart, and as long as the human heart is not tired of it, it is basically the truth.

After the top 32 players entered first, followed by the audience, they all attended with their tickets.

The layout of the venue has also changed, and there is only one platform in the center, which is twice the size of the audition.

The upper seat is the rostrum, a total of 17 seats, sitting are all officials of the royal city and representatives of various sects, very conspicuous.

The name of the funeral night is also among them, although it is located at the very edge, but after all, it is the rostrum, at least in this arena, it is the highest status of the group of people.

"Mom, it's not fair! How can He De sit on it on the funeral night, I think Wang Fuji is more suitable than him!"

"Didn't the ancients say: Good people don't have good lives, but bad people stand tall. It's obviously unfair, but we can only accept it. ”

"I said, this is what the ancients said, I haven't heard it before!"

"That's what I'm saying! ”

"Are you an ancient?" someone asked.

The player looked at his outfit and style, and asked, "Don't I look like an ancient?"

A group of people fainted, and this special pretending has level and depth.

The host of the top 32 was still fast-talking, and after taking the stage, he first gave an enthusiastic and gorgeous speech, and then invited the top 32 finalists to appear on stage.

Then they were introduced in turn, but it didn't look right! It was obviously a top 32, but there were indeed 33 people on stage.

Kuaizui also explained this, because there was a draw in the audition, that is, the one between Ying Jiu and Qingluan. The system finally determines that the promotion is made, and the data has been locked after the registration deadline for the auditioners.

Unlike humans, the system is set up in advance, so there is no way to avoid this in terms of technical treatment.

As a result, there were 32 finalists and 33 people.

In response to this situation, the system has set a lucky number, and the winner can have a bye and automatically enter the next round of the game.

Since Funeral Night is the first player to enter the top 32, it has priority when drawing numbers.

This time, the lottery number is not automatically generated by the system, but the player shouts to stop, and the serial number is from zero to thirty-two, a total of thirty-three serial numbers.

Bad luck on the night of the funeral, the draw is nine, and if anyone draws the tenth, then it is his opponent.

Except for the funeral night, the following lottery order is calculated according to the time of the audition, and the shorter the time, the higher the first.

Therefore, Messy became the second person to draw the number after the funeral night, and he did not draw the lucky number, but the seventeenth number.

Wang Fuji, who has a very high voice, because during the audition competition, several games were showing off iron cloth shirts, wasting a lot of time, so the lottery position was relatively low.

Immediately after the third draw, the black horse in the audition event was the black horse Du day, and the draw was the tenth, becoming the opponent of the funeral night.

Demon Moon is the fourth lottery, and her opponent was not well known to the public before this, but everyone did not ignore it because the opponent was unknown, because the one who could enter the top thirty-two was basically not a weak hand.

The lottery was carried out in turn, Ren My Lang, Sick Erlang, Yang Zitao, Zhao Chengfeng, etc., did not meet on a narrow road, nor did they win the lucky number, and their faces were more or less lost.

The more the lottery process went to the back, the more tense it became, and the lucky number did not land from beginning to end, and in a blink of an eye, only Wang Buer and Qingluan were left.

In other words, the lucky number can only be generated between the two of them.

And this result is relatively easy for everyone to accept, after all, the fans of the two are very high and deeply loved by the public.

Wang Bu'er was shorter than Qingluan during the game, so he drew first, and the two numbers on the screen were transferred in turn, and when Wang Bu'er shouted to stop, he jumped out of the thirteenth with a bang.

This is a very interesting result, the lottery number and the lucky number did not have a chance, and the one who did not draw the number became the final winner.

(End of chapter)