Senior Sister's affirmative attitude shocked Bai Lingyu's pupils for a long time.

He looked across in disbelief. Those men, with falcon-like eyes, were staring indifferently at Bai Ye and the others.

"It can't be such a coincidence, right? I just said that this is going to be sent to the door? They're from the Southern Continent! Are they crazy?"

Bai Ye stopped him from exclaiming: "How can it be a Nanlu person." It's a native of Languo. ”

"What kind of slaves do the Lan people capture? Cross the sea to catch slaves in the South Continent?"

Yi Chi also echoed in a low voice: "Lan Guo is doing business with Nanlu, and the Jiang family is in control." ”

"Don't guess. Now it's on the battlefield, and whoever is on the other side is the enemy. ”

"They are indeed not the Jiang family. I remember their weapons. ”

Bai Ye breathed a sigh of relief. The elder sister was already six years old when she was arrested, and she must have a permanent memory of that scene.

"They are under the command of Chu Shentu, the owner of the Haizhou mine. Listening to Long Wuji, their Chu family withdrew from Longyou City as soon as possible, but their assets were destroyed. Now it seems that they did not stand on the same front with the Jiang family, but planned to counterattack back with the eldest prince. "Senior Sister's eyes seem to be about to erupt with fire.

Bai Lingyu was a little panicked, and hurriedly grabbed the senior sister's arm: "Okay, you two don't do it in this game, let's talk about the finals." ”

For more than ten years, no one has dared to touch my sister's body. Xiao Bai was in a hurry, and the little senior sister immediately subconsciously raised her palm, but then hesitated and froze.

Bai Ye looked at the sisters seriously and said word by word: "These people, leave it to us."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked forward a few feet, Bai Lingyu also followed, and the two stood side by side. Yi Chi drew his bow and arrows on the spot.

There was a tsunami of shouts in my ears. Bai Ye looked up, and there was a circle of heavily armored soldiers of the Yulin Battalion on the sidelines, dividing the audience into several areas. Flags are displayed between the divisions, and thousands of colors are displayed. Obviously, the Holy One came in person, and the school made a lot of arrangements overnight.

Sitting on the subjective ceremonial platform facing north and south, the main seat is still empty.

A gong sounded.

The game begins.

The two middle-aged men with eagle-like eyes in the front row raised their hands for the first time. Two long black whips swung and circled, bursting in the air, one high and one low, and swept straight towards Bai Ye.

The two men behind them jumped out at the same time. The feet are solid, but the body is very weird, and it is obviously a very clever light body kung fu. They bypassed a large arc and rushed towards the big and small senior sisters behind the formation. And the archers who pressed the formation were staring closely at Yi Chi's every move. After all, in the doubles match the day before yesterday, Xiao Yi's performance was too amazing, and no opponent would not pay attention to him.

But no one in the first one shot at Bai Lingyu, it seemed that they were a little jealous. After all, the young master of the Bai family has a special identity and outstanding strength, and he even wore the crown of the singles competition yesterday.

The configuration of one shield, one gun, one bow, and two mystics of the Bai Ye squad is very thick in the middle lane, and the opponent naturally chooses to outflank them in separate lanes.

The two men holding the sleeve pole quickly approached the big and small senior sisters, while aiming at Yi Chi and the short bow in his hand.

said that if you don't let your sister do it, you have to talk about it. Xiaobai didn't want to think about it, so he rushed out to intercept it obliquely. Yi Chi did not defend the middle lane, but chose the other side to block it, and did not care about the opponent's archers at all.

The pole-wielding man who ran halfway to the road was also taken aback when he saw the archers in the opponent's formation rushing head-on, and then he was a little happy. Mystics are most afraid of getting close, and their choice is obviously too nervous about the weakness of their team.

As soon as the thought turned, a series of strange sounds suddenly came from behind him. He subconsciously turned around, and his soul flew away with fright, his feet were weak, and he almost fell to the ground on the spot.

The samurai at the front had already been wrapped in his legs with the twin whips, but he somehow broke free and was spinning his shield rapidly. The silver light was rolling, and there were small fragments floating in the sky all around him.

The two long sturdy whips have been cut into inches.

Shocked, the pole-wielding man suddenly screamed badly, and as soon as his head turned around, he hit Yi Chi's iron elbow head-on.

With a muffled thud, the man lost consciousness and rushed forward four or five steps before hitting the ground.

The man who was intercepted by Bai Lingyu was also uncomfortable.

He heard the voice, too, but didn't dare look back.

He was very fast, and he had already snatched his position and ran between the still mystic master and the handsome man, and he could attack with a probe pole in two more feet.

But Bai Lingyu followed closely behind him without being in a hurry or annoyance, holding his riding spear flat and firmly locking his heart.

The tip of the gun is getting closer and closer, and the man with the pole is like a man on his back, uncomfortable. In desperation, he gave up the attack and rolled to the side, trying to avoid the cold gun.

But in this way, the speed slowed down a little bit, and the farther away I saw from the mystic, but the feeling of being pinned by the serpent-like spear became stronger and stronger.

After rolling more than a dozen times in a row, he simply let go of the pole and used his hands and feet together in embarrassment before turning over.

His body had just been unfolded, his hand had not yet touched the war hammer at his waist, and his shoulders sank, and the shaku-and-a half spear of the heavy cavalry spear had already pressed against the side of his neck. No matter how you move, as long as you take it lightly, you will be splattered with blood.

The man's heart secretly cried. The major artery above his neck was beating wildly with his heart, and it was pressed against the sharp blade of the spear one after another. I'm afraid I've already opened a few thin blood holes.

After chasing people all his life, it was the first time he felt the horror and helplessness of being chased and played.

However, this man was quite tough, and after staying for a long time without seeing Bai Lingyu make a move, he suddenly remembered the new rules of the five-person competition, and then he was basically sure that his fate was saved.

He tried his best to look to the side. And four companions. He had already pulled Bai Lingyu to the edge of the field. The whole game may not be lost!

When he saw the situation on the field, the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained in an instant. He sat down on the ground.

At the same time, the pole-carrying companion who outflanked him fell to the ground face down from a distance, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The two companions with the whip fell side by side at the feet of the shield-bearer, but the whip disappeared.

And the opponent's archer, somehow, had already run to the position of the archer of his own formation, and the man was holding his companion's bow in his hand, and the bowstring was strangling his companion's neck.

From the sound of the gong to the present, the two mystics on the other side have not moved.

The Bai Ye team, in an instant, the rabbit fell and restrained five opponents. completely stunned a few people on the grand viewing platform.

The audience didn't seem to be very enjoyable. The previous two fierce fights were clearly more ferocious and bloody. This one is too fast. In addition to one of the fresh-faced shields playing quite slippery, there are several other simultaneous scenes

Before they could see clearly, several people bumped into each other. After that, the winner is clear. The appetite that had been hung for a long time was suddenly empty, and there were even sporadic coaxing voices on the sidelines.

The team that won easily had no expression and didn't do anything to stay. Just quietly retreated to the small shed behind the wall. The disciples of the Nine Elders Hall who came to the rescue passed by the five of them.

Staring at the busy figures of the disciples, the prime minister, who was sitting in the front row of the viewing platform, looked lightly at Chu Shentu, a wealthy man in Haizhou, who was like an earthy face beside him, and did not speak.

Boss Chu's heart was already cold.

What ended today was his most effective hole card. When he escaped from Haizhou, he only took these four chief instructors of the arrest team, all of whom were eight-stage masters. And that archer is still a seven-section doorman secretly lent by the prime minister.

He has been friends with the prime minister for decades, and this time he wanted to fight the Jiulaotang and other opponents loyally to help the eldest prince's team win the royal title. Unexpectedly, this little thought was wiped out in a blink of an eye.

The prime minister bowed his head and said nothing, and only after a while did he wave lightly. A shadow immediately flashed behind him.

"Chacha, that Nine Elders disciple, and his shield. ”

As soon as the words fell, a rustling sound suddenly sounded on the grand viewing platform. Don't even think about it, it's the Holy One who has returned. Lu Xiang straightened his official hat and slowly stood up.

The saint doesn't like red tape, and the people on the viewing platform are all imperial relatives and important ministers, so they are naturally familiar with his temperament, so he has to stand up with his hands down, and wait for His Majesty to sit down before sitting silently.

Since he left halfway through the first game, no one knows where the saint has gone, and he has not returned until now. Prime Minister Lu took a peek, the saint's face was as usual, and he was still a little tired between his eyebrows. Attention is still not on the school field.

On the contrary, it was a little easier. The saint didn't care much about things like fixed-stage tests and matches, but for him, it was a relief.

As the big exam progressed to the third day in a daze, the prime minister felt more and more gloomy. This year's big exam was already hastily organized, the competition was a new attempt, there was little experience, and the schedule was pressed again and again. There have been a lot of embarrassment, a lot of jokes, and a lot of filth in the past two days.

For example, this unknown team of casual cultivators who are about to play. They reported their names at the last moment, and under careful questioning, no one knew what kind of relationship they were relying on, so they became the top eight in a grand manner.

The prime minister had a headache. With such a child's play, you have to let your team hurry up and clean up.

With the entry of the last two teams in the first round, the prime minister was a little more relaxed. That's his own team.

The "Xuanzi Battalion" is a private combat force that he has accumulated after ten years of hard work. Although on weekdays, it is assigned to patrol under the supervision department. But as soon as the war broke out, all the 800 cavalry were collected back to the imperial capital, and the prime minister came forward to borrow the vacant military camp in Lihuo Town from the eldest prince before arranging them.

With this force that only obeys his orders, the prime minister's mood is slightly better.

This time, it was the elite selected by the "Xuanzi Battalion". In addition to the expensive armor, they all wore the highest level of the Nine Elders Hall's single-person protective magic weapons. Their task is simply to help the three teams of the Yulin Army clear their opponents on the way to the championship. From the point of view of strength, it is more than enough to complete this kind of task. It's just that after the first round, there is only one team left in the Yulin Army.

What the hell is thinking about the Nine Old Halls, the prime minister is still not sure. However, with the relationship between the wooden hall master and the saint, they will no longer dare to act rashly, and they should be decent and virtuous if they have earned enough face. If you go down again, the eldest prince is not as able to bear it as himself.

Lu Xiang's musings were suddenly interrupted by a sudden explosion on the field.

He was stunned and jerked to his feet.

Holy Lord, stand up.