As soon as Zhong Cheng heard this, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Even though the intermediate priest of Puta was smiling and smiling the whole time, the words he said were words that pierced his heart and made him look unreasonable.
The big crime was pinned on the Zhong family.
Yun Zhengbang, the elder of the assessment hall, took the opportunity to say, "That's the truth! The Zhong family can't be too barbaric, right? If it has to be so obvious, then this talent competition can end right there!"
Just keep the blue stonefish for yourself!"
When Qin Lang heard this, he quickly joined in and said, "That's probably not possible! The Zhong family still has to be shameless and skinny, right? Let's compete well if we promise to compete. You do so many tricks, don't you mean to deceive people?
Well!"
Zhong Cheng froze in front of the two selection horns, his old face stiff as stone, while the two young girls standing in front of him also held the horns in their arms with a somewhat sarcastic look on their faces, at a loss as to what to say to round out the scene.
The male and female hosts were stunned for a moment, then rushed forward to save the situation, "Don't be like this, everyone. Please calm down a little. Elder Zhong will definitely give us an explanation for this matter!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Ni Tian waved his fist, "Let him step down and let the rest of the referee team come up to draw numbers!"
"That's it! Get off the stage, get off the stage!"
Fairy Silver Moon from the Valley of the Holy Maiden couldn't help covering her mouth with her handkerchief when she saw this and said with a smile, "It looks like it's not easy to deal with. Elder Zhong, why don't you come down? Since the public opinion is like this, let us go up and draw the selection."
numbers, so as to provide everyone with a fair and just competition environment."
Zhong Cheng was so angry that white smoke was coming out of his nose. He turned around, stiffened his back, and walked to the referee's seat without saying a word.
The two hosts couldn't help but look at each other, and then laughed, "Okay then, let our other fourteen referees draw the order of appearance and the opponent's group number for everyone!"
The people below hurriedly said, "The number plates in the two number tubes must be scrambled again."
The two hosts nodded helplessly. After some effort, the two young ceremonial girls stood in the central hunting ground again holding two trumpets.
The female host smiled and said, "Because there are a total of 1,357 people in the combat group, in other words, our referee team will draw 678 groups of opponents for everyone. Then each judge will draw 50 groups for us.
The opponent numbers on the left and right! If the remaining number fails, it will become the lucky bye number and avoid the first battle!"
"I wish everyone good luck. Now we have asked the intermediate priest Puta of the Divine Hall to draw the first group of opponents for us all to compete in!"
Hearing this, everyone raised their necks and stared at the fourteen referees, hoping that their hands would be smart and they would draw their numbers and get a bye.
Many people looked down at the number plate and then held it tightly in their hands.
Only Ni Tian pulled Jun Lin's sleeve nervously, and she was heard silently chanting in her heart, "Don't miss the bye on the 1st, don't miss the bye on the 1st..."
Pfft... The beasts almost burst into laughter when they heard her powerful voice.
"No. 17 and No. 94!" the female host raised the two number cards in her hands and shouted loudly, "The first group is on!"
The crowd was in an uproar. Those who had not been drawn reached out and patted their chests. They were glad that they were not the first to appear. At the same time, they looked around curiously to see who No. 17 and No. 94 were.
No. 17 was quickly discovered by everyone, because the boy looked like a coward, with his head lowered and holding the number plate firmly, looking frustrated.
Everyone looked around excitedly, asking each other, "Who is No. 94? Who is No. 94?"
Yun Shen sighed softly and raised the number plate in his hand, "Number ninety-four!"
Then there was silence all around, and almost everyone glanced at Yunshen No. 94 and the child No. 17 who had "nothing to love" with strange eyes.
Unexpectedly, he stood up again, startling everyone, including Puta, who was about to draw the second group. He quickly retracted his hands for drawing lots and looked back and forth with a blank expression, thinking to himself
There is nothing wrong with this little Tai Sui!
Suddenly, everyone heard someone's crisp voice saying, "Hey, brother No. 17, do you need potions? They are provided free of charge. They can enhance spiritual energy. You can get as much as you want."
Yun Shen looked at the child with twitching corners of his mouth. His handsome face was full of depression. It was obvious that this child hated him. He wanted to beat him to death on the 17th!
"I disappoint you, sister." Yun Shen regained his depressed look after a while, still put on a calm look, and said with a smile, "The rules of the competition are that the amount of medicine taken must not exceed
Two bottles.”
In other words, even with your unlimited supply, people can only use two bottles of potion at most, that’s all!
After saying that, Yun Shen couldn't help but feel dumbfounded when he saw Ni Tian's disappointed and regretful eyes as expected.
I saw the little guy carrying two little paws, sighing seriously, then glared at him, angrily threw his hands and returned to his seat, turned away his little head and ignored him again.
The two brothers Yun Nan and Yun Zhen looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh. How could the boy Ni Tian and Yun Shen be so incompatible?
"Please continue!" The two hosts extended their hands to ask Mr. Puta to continue drawing lots, and the subsequent drawing sped up.
Whenever a group of numbers is announced, a group of numbers is added to the large crystal screen next to it, and the number is marked. Now, a set of numbers for the 568th game has been drawn.
Ni Tian's heart was already a little broken, and he looked at Jun Lin with a pair of big round eyes, his face full of pity.
The latter raised his hand and touched her head with a smile on his face and said, "Don't worry, there will be a hundred more games to come, and you will definitely be there!"
Ni Tian looked longingly at the referee who was drawing the next group. It was Master Nangong Zhao from the alchemy family.
"Number 358 and Number 1002."
It's not me... She hung her little head in a wilted manner, and the teammates around her almost laughed to death due to her.
I have never seen anyone so eager to play.
The friends at Imperial Academy know Ni Tian’s mood best. The most frustrating thing about Ni Tian is that it’s so difficult to find an opponent for every game! Why is this happening? Couldn’t it be done for her smoothly?
A serious opponent to beat!
"Group 678!" This is the last group. I burst into tears and felt so unwilling!
After a while, little classmate Ni Tian wanted to jump out of the stool again. Jun Lin had quick eyesight and quick hands. He hugged her and pulled her back. He stretched out his hand to stroke her little head and comforted her, "Be good. Now go up."
It won't help if the referee beats you up, be good, we have a chance. Next time, in the next round of draws, there will definitely be someone like me."
He had such a cheeky face that he almost cried... It's so unfair! Why didn't these people draw No. 1?