Days of sunny weather are finally over. m.

After a night's rest, when people woke up in the morning, they saw fine rains flying outside.

On the frost-free mountain, the lingering autumn rain fell softly on the ground, revealing a little sadness and a little chill.

The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

Mu Qianmei walked out of the building and looked at the autumn rain outside the door, feeling a little lost.

Originally, the rest at night was not very good, and in this weather, the whole person was a little unable to lift his spirits.

However, many people are not affected by the weather, and their emotions are still very high, running back and forth with great interest, talking and laughing.

Because today is the official competition.

The time is right.

All the people gathered in the square.

The martial arts conference finally kicked off slowly and officially in the fluttering autumn rain.

Under the ring, there was a sea of people.

In the ring, colorful flags fluttered.

The conference was still presided over by Dongfang Yunfei, the head of the Oriental family.

Dongfang Yunfei, who was wearing a blue shirt and had a tough physique, was full of energy and full of energy, and I saw him slowly walking towards the center of the big ring with firm and calm steps.

He first announced the rules of the competition aloud, and then presided over the arrangement of the lottery.

All contestants who are eligible to participate in the election will be drawn by lot to participate in the preliminary round.

In the preliminaries, the six major gangs and the three ancient martial arts families were all in different rings, exactly nine small rings.

The purpose of this is to avoid premature encounters between the big factions, and the other gangs draw lots at random, and draw in whichever ring they are in.

The small gangs disagree with this, but they are powerless to change it.

How can there be absolutely fair things in the world?

After drawing lots, the beggar gang drew the No. 9 small ring, Wanhua Valley was on the sixth, and Xuanqingmen was on the third.

The No. 4 of the Dongfang Family and the No. 5 of the Qinling Sect were next to each other, and the rest of the big gangs also occupied a small ring.

Then each big gang sent twelve people to the edge of the small ring corresponding to their own number, waiting for the other small gangs to draw lots, and they drew the number of rings, and they went to the number of rings to compete.

On the stool next to the No. 9 small ring, the first row sat the nine main members of the beggar gang and the five hall masters selected, a total of fourteen people in a row.

The rest area behind him was all the disciples of this sect who came to participate in the martial arts conference.

Feng Tianyu and Ouyang Bo were talking in a whisper, while Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng sat quietly, looking at the people who were nervously drawing lots.

Since the beggars are the most powerful, there are also the most people surrounding this side.

First, the win or loss of the beggars is related to many people's bets.

Second, the Beggar Gang, as the hottest contender for the leader of the martial arts alliance, has attracted the attention of countless people.

There are also a large number of people who come to see the legendary Yunyu princess Zhiduoxing.

Miss Beggar Gang, Princess Yunyu, that is the most famous person in the Ancient Continent at present.

During this time, Mu Qianmei's popularity in the Yugu Continent was the highest, if it was in her previous life, she must have been the first person on the hot search list.

There may be people who don't know who the leader of the beggar gang is, and they don't know who the former monarch of Yunyu Country is, but almost no one doesn't know Mu Qianmei.

Wen can stroke the qin and chant poetry, and Wu can sword dance the rivers and lakes.

The heroine who kills the enemy on the battlefield, Princess Yunyu is wise and multi-star.

Who doesn't know? Which one doesn't know?

Now that you can see its real demeanor so closely, it is more likely to see the legendary butterfly dance swordsmanship, who wants to miss it easily?

Seeing Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng sitting quietly together, the handsome men and women, talented and beautiful, like golden boys and girls, made countless people sigh

"God

There is such a talent! ”

And Feng Tianyu and Ouyang Bo, who were sitting beside them, were also like fairy-like characters in legends, with fluttering hair, fairy wind bones, and an unstained appearance.

Even the five elders and the five hall masters sitting beside them were all in good spirits and had extraordinary skills, giving people an invisible majesty that they could only watch from a distance and dare not approach.

"The beggar gang is worthy of being the largest gang in the world, and the characters on the scene are really amazing and different!"

Many people sighed like this.

Mu Qianmei always felt a faint uneasiness in her heart, but she didn't know why.

She could only resist this uneasy state of mind, pretending to be calm and sitting on the stool, adjusting her mind alone, to face the upcoming challenges in the best condition.

Most of the people who were drawing lots secretly prayed that they would never draw the lot for the number nine small ring.

Only a small number of people who don't care about winning or losing, and just want to be able to go on stage and compete with Mu Qianmei, will hope to draw the lottery for the No. 9 small ring.

Even if you can't learn from Mu Qianmei in person, being able to get closer to the idol in your heart is a great joy in life!

With all kinds of complicated feelings, the lottery is being carried out in a tense and orderly manner.

When everyone finished the lottery with joy or worry, they handed over the lottery in their hands to the organizers, waiting for their statistics and arrangements.

When they got to the small ring, they all consciously walked towards that small ring.

The number of people on the side of the small ring number nine is a little less.

And the people who stayed, some of them had happy expressions, and they could finally stay in the ninth ring to compete.

Some have a bitter face and secretly pray that they don't lose too ugly.

At this time, the people who were selected to be referees were all gathered in the main ring in the center.

The main ring was slightly higher than the nine smaller rings on the side, and all the judges sat on it.

In a group of two, there are nine groups, all of which are crossed and matched, and in order to be as fair as possible, they are not allowed to referee in their own gang, but are arranged to do it in other gangs.

After drawing the ring number, when they arrived at the ring where they were, there were about fifty people in each ring.

So, fifty people drew lots again.

This time, I will draw the opponent's number directly.

In both boxes, there are two identical numbers, for example, if two people draw the number one, then these two people are opponents.

In order to avoid facing the same sect, all those of the same sect are arranged to catch the number in the same number box, so that they will not be the same door to the same door.

The number of Nine was slightly larger, fifty-two.

Mu Qianmei grabbed it and drew a 26th lot.

According to the rules, after the lottery is drawn, the competition will be conducted starting from the first number and going back in order.

In this way, Mu Qianmei is the last appearance in the first round.

And Liu Tingfeng drew a number three, and the third played.

By the time everyone was ready, it was already six o'clock.

It's not far from noon.

So everyone discussed and decided to compete in each ring for three games, and then have lunch, and then continue the next competition after lunch.

There were no beggars in the first two games of Ring Nine!.

They all sat and watched as spectators.

Both of these are important disciples of small gangs and the like.

In this ring, Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng, except for the people of the gang, no one else knew each other.

The first two competitions, there are no highlights at a glance, the masters of small gangs, in fact, most of them are ordinary characters, ordinary martial arts, for masters, watching such a game is like watching children fight, basically no interest.

After the competition, everyone didn't care much about who won and lost, and gave a little applause politely, and it was over.

In the third scene, Liu Tingfeng was dressed in white and stood on the stage with a long body, which immediately caused a commotion

"Wow, the beggars' master is on the field!"

This uproar attracted a lot of mobile spectators, and the No. 9 ring immediately became the focus of the competition.

The surrounding area of the ring was immediately surrounded by water.

"Why didn't his opponent show up?"

Someone asked suspiciously.

"Probably scared, knowing that he is invincible, who wants to make a fool of himself on the field!"

Someone speculated.

"That's really boring, since you're here, you should play a game no matter if you win or lose, so you don't have any regrets!"

Someone said arrogantly.

"To put it lightly, the so-called sword has no eyes, what if you are accidentally stabbed? If it's just an injury, it's fine, but if it's unfortunate and you hit the vital point, you won't even die. ”

Someone said sensibly.

"Look at this kid, he looks so handsome, and he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, no matter how powerful he is, how powerful can he be? I'm really scared by the prestige of the beggar gang! ”

Someone said skeptically.

There were different opinions, but none of them left.

are waiting patiently.

Liu Tingfeng also stood quietly in the ring, with a long sword on his back, fluttering in white, handsome and elegant, indeed a rare beautiful man in the world, with a sense of independence from the world.

After waiting for a long time, no one came on the field, so the referee had to stand up and say loudly:

"I've fallen dozens of times, and if no one plays, it's considered a waiver."

In the expectant and anxious eyes of everyone, the referee began to count

"Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three......"

When the count reached three, people couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Unexpectedly, the highly anticipated competition seemed to be about to make one of the sides win without a fight.

"Two"

The referee still counted down in no hurry.

"Wait......!"

When everyone was desperate and ready to give up and leave, they heard a shout from behind the audience in the distance.

Everyone followed the prestige, and it turned out to be a middle-aged man dressed in black, who looked nearly forty years old, and his body was a little fat.

"Han Bing!"

Someone exclaimed.

"It turned out to be the son of the Han gang leader of the Loose Sect, I didn't expect it to be him, this time I have to see it!"

Although Han Bing's body is a little fat, he walks easily and effortlessly, and he looks like a person with good light skills.

This is really rare, such a fat body, and actually practice light skills so well, it can be seen that it took a lot of effort.

"I heard that his carefree swordsmanship is about to reach his father's level, I think this beggar gang boy is a little dangerous!"

When the referee heard the shout, he immediately stopped counting, then looked at Han Bing, who hurriedly came from a distance, and asked a little angrily:

"Why are you so late?"

Han Bing immediately replied with a smile:

"I'm sorry, I just had a bad stomachache, so I left in a hurry for a while, and came back a little late, but fortunately I was able to catch up, sorry, I made you wait for a long time!"

He smiled and apologized, and that smile was quite the legacy of his father Han Xiao.

Although it is a ceremonial smile, it makes people feel very kind and sincere.

"Hurry up and prepare, the competition will start soon!"

The referee's expression was flat, and he said in a cold voice.

After saying that, he returned to the referee's bench.

The audience waited with bated breath, hoping that this time there would be a wonderful battle to watch.