The opponent's choice was made by random drawing. A soldier in charge of drawing numbers randomly picked out two numbers from the remaining numbers, looked at the names on them, and reported their names and numbers. Two people listened and stood up.
Come on, go straight to the first high platform.
The second pair was also drawn out, still not as good as Mo Di and not as expensive.
Qian Gui looked at Mo Di, and the smile on his face became stronger. Under this smile, the meaning of provocation became stronger and stronger.
The third pair, without Mo Di, are not as expensive as money.
The fourth pair, no!
The fifth pair, no!
The sixth pair, still nothing!
Only four people left!
Could it be such a coincidence that Mo Di and Qian Gui faced each other in the first game?
Although Mo Di was not afraid of playing against Qian Gui in the first game, he could not help but shake his head when such a low-probability thing happened to him.
Qian Gui couldn't wait to stand up and urged the soldiers who were drawing numbers: "Hurry up, haha, my hands are already itchy!" As he spoke, his provocative eyes shot at Mo Di again. The two eyes met again.
Together, Qian Gui looked at Mo Di as if he were looking at prey on the horse. Although Mo Di's eyes were full of fearlessness, Qian Gui could completely ignore this fearlessness in the face of the difference in strength.
The soldier who drew the numbers said impatiently: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, do you still care about it?" As he said, he took out two numbers, looked at them, and said: "Mo Di
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Mo Di finally heard his name and stood up.
Qian Gui stood up and prepared to fight Mo Di in advance!
Zhao Shun and others watched this scene from a distance, and they were also worried about Mo Di, thinking: He will not be so unlucky, meeting this deadly enemy for the first time. Did Qian Gui do something to it?
Doubts passed through Zhao Shun's mind, but now there was no way to verify it, so he had to wait for the result.
The soldier who drew the number looked at another number plate and shouted: "Iron Bull!"
"Hey! I'm finally here!" With a rough voice, a strong man stood up not far away. This guy was tall and black, with a strong back and strong waist, which was indeed worthy of the name "Iron Bull".
"What?" Qian Gui cried out. He had made all preparations to fight Mo Di, but he heard someone else's name! He asked the soldier who drew the number, "Look again, did you read it wrong?
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The soldier who drew the numbers rolled his eyes and said, "Why are you yelling?" He didn't know Qian Gui and thought that a player at this level must be a big shot, so he didn't take him seriously at all, so he reprimanded him.
Qian Gui took a step forward, his face almost touching the face of the soldier who drew numbers, and asked again with wide eyes: "Look again!"
In an instant, the soldiers who drew numbers were overwhelmed by Qian Gui's strong spiritual energy, which even smelled of death!
The soldier's face suddenly changed color with fright, and he did not dare to say another word. He believed that if he made the wrong sound or made the wrong move, he would be beaten up by the man in front of him. He picked up the number plate and trembled
Say: "You, look..."
Qian Gui took a look at the number plate and saw that it was indeed "Tianniu" written on it. He grabbed the number plate and squeezed it hard, and the number plate instantly turned into powder.
His move frightened the soldiers who drew numbers, and they stood there without daring to move.
When Tieniu saw that his number plate had been crushed, he was dissatisfied and rushed over, shouting: "What do you want? What do you mean?"
Seeing that there was a quarrel, some strong men responsible for maintaining order quickly rushed over, and the old man sitting in charge also cast his gaze over from a distance.
Qian Gui was not ignorant of current affairs. He knew that there would be nothing good to gain if the quarrel continued. With a cold face, he cupped his fists and said to Tieniu and the soldier: "You two, I was impatient and lost my temper. I'm sorry!"
Then, he stepped aside.
Seeing that Qian Gui had stopped looking for trouble, everyone stopped pursuing the matter.
The soldier who drew the numbers took out the last two numbers, looked at Qian Gui, and said: "Qian Gui! Wu Dexing!"
"Wu Dexing?" Mo Di was already walking towards the high platform for the competition. When he heard the name sounded familiar, he stopped again.
The name sounded familiar to Qian Gui, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before, and his eyes scanned the remaining contestants.
At this time, in an inconspicuous corner, a man stood up timidly and glanced at Qian Gui timidly, his face looking very ugly.
When Mo Di saw this man, hey! He knew him! This man was exactly the little leader at the city gate who deliberately made trouble for others when Mo Di first entered Xianyang City - Wu Dexing!
Qian Gui took a closer look at Wu Dexing and recognized him. He was already angry in his heart, but when he saw that his opponent turned out to be this guy, he became even more angry.
When Wu Dexing saw that his opponent was Qian Gui, he couldn't help but shudder and thought to himself: Why did he meet him? He has been so unlucky for eight lifetimes.
Wu Dexing came to this competition with a sense of luck. He thought about how he could get into the top 100 and get a ten-captain Dangdang. However, he never expected that he met Qian Gui in the first battle and was scared to death.
Can't even move it.
"Hey, is your name Wu Dexing? Why don't you come over?" the soldier who drew the number called.
When Wu Dexing saw that he was being called, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over. He did not dare to approach Qian Gui, so he walked around to the soldiers who were drawing numbers, and timidly said: "I, can I give up...
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"What? You want to give up?" The soldier who drew the number was very surprised.
"Give up? No!" Qian Gui roared in a low voice.
Wu Dexing was so frightened that he took another step to the side and said tremblingly: "I...I...I really give up, give up!" With that, he was about to walk out of the field.
Qian Gui took a few steps to catch up, grabbed Wu Dexing's collar, and said: "You have to compete today, or you have to compete if you don't compete!"
"No, don't do it." Wu Dexing was so frightened that he was afraid of being beaten again.
"Are you competing?" Qian Gui pulled Wu Dexing forward and grabbed him.
"No...Bi...Bi...No..." Wu Dexing neither dared to say "Bi" or "No". He was frightened and confused.
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Qian Gui didn't want to talk to him, so he carried Wu Dexing towards the ring like a chicken.
"Help...Help,...Uncle, I, I really can't compare..." Wu Dexing struggled and wailed, but how could he escape from Qian Gui's hands.
When the people around him saw this, they sympathized with Wu Dexing, but they still burst into laughter. They didn't expect that this boring game on this day would have such good points to watch.
Mo Di was speechless when he saw Wu Dexing wailing all the way. He no longer had time to care about Wu Dexing. The opponent he faced was also a difficult figure, and he was not sure about defeating him yet.
In the arena, the battle has begun! (To be continued)