Three drums sounded, marking the opening of the arena competition.
The six judges, including Yang Tian, were sitting under the pavilion that had been set up recently, with indifferent expressions.
Directly in front of them, in a large open space, stood a dozen groups of people.
They each represent a noble family.
The one on the far left is led by a half-year-old boy, who looks to be no more than eighteen years old.
The age of the formations they occupy after them appears to be uneven. There are young people in their thirties, young people in their early twenties, and even...
Seeing this, Yang Tian couldn't help but squint his eyes. He turned to look at Wang Kuan aside.
"No, that uncle must be in his eighties, right?"
"What's this old man doing here? What if he twists his waist? If that's not possible, can we find someone to help him down?"
Hearing this, Wang Kuan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
He spread his hands, a look of helplessness flashed across his face, "I have already tried to persuade him, but they insist on letting the old man play."
As he spoke, an indescribable look flashed across his face.
"After all, this uncle should be the strongest master in his clan."
Yang Tian: "..."
Okay, in this case what else can he say?
If this old man was forcibly helped down, people might even accuse them of being shady.
Yang Tian sighed helplessly, feeling a little melancholy.
This family is also a place for fun. This talent has withered to this point, so don’t join in the fun.
Thinking about it, his eyes turned back again and fell on Qiao Niannian on the far right.
As if she noticed his gaze, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on Qiao Niannian's face.
He waved towards Yang Tian with excitement, his face turned crimson.
Yang Tian: "..."
Seeing this, Yang Tian could only smile helplessly and waved at him.
Noticing the interaction between the two, Wang Kuan's eyes flashed with surprise.
He had had contact with Qiao Niannian several times before, and he knew how strong his heart was hidden under this young man's thin appearance.
Even when the family was living or dying, he was able to quickly stabilize and control the entire situation, establishing his position as the young head of the Qiao family.
Why was it that when he ran in front of Yang Tian, he was so happy that he couldn't see his eyes, just like a child?
After looking at it for a long time, Wang Kuan didn't see the reason.
Seeing that Yang Tian seemed to be familiar with him, he couldn't help but ask.
"Master, why do you feel like you and Qiao Niannian are quite familiar with each other?"
Hearing this, Yang Tian was slightly startled, and then he came to his senses.
"Fortunately. I just happened to meet him when I went to Qiao's house last time, so we had a casual chat."
As he spoke, Yang Tian paused and swallowed the rest of his words silently.
Although it didn't seem to matter that he suddenly had a little fan, but when he said it from his own mouth, he was inexplicably embarrassed.
Moreover, although he felt that Qiao Niannian was not such a scheming person, in this position, he could not completely trust him.
Now Lu Yitian and Chu Xiongfei are still investigating whether there is collusion between the Qiao family and high-end aristocratic families, so it is better for him not to cause trouble.
Wang Kuan naturally noticed Yang Tian's hesitant look, but he was always considerate and guessed that Yang Tian didn't want to explain, so he naturally didn't ask any more questions.
Soon, as the drum beat gradually fell, the simple opening ceremony came to an end.
Wang Kuan stood up, took out a bamboo tube from the table not far away, and then said: "Now let's start drawing lots."
"The leader of each team comes forward, and if the teams receive the same number, they can go on stage to compete."
