Qian Daoliu glanced at it with a brief glance, all of which were ordinary white cards and rare blue cards, and he felt a little disappointed.

However, he did not show it, but silently distributed thirty pieces to form his own deck.

"Let's start, I'll let you take the initiative." Qian Daoliu said proudly.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "I hope you don't regret it later."

The catwoman walked to the table and took the tray.

"start!"

Someone who is a rioter stands aside as a referee.

"Both sides touch the cards."

"First round!"

The middle-aged man glanced at his hand and patted the table to sign the end of the round directly.

Then it was Qiandaoliu's turn.

Qiandaoliu summoned a 2-1 (two attacks and one blood) patrol guard without any skills.

Cards without charge skills (relieving sleep) are sleepy when they are just summoned and need to be launched until the next turn.

Qian Daoliu glanced at the other party's empty table, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

You have nothing, it depends on how you resist my attack in the next round.

"The second round!"

The middle-aged man touched a card and pressed it directly on the table. He spent two soul crystals to summon 1-4 wild boars with taunting skills (the enemy must attack first).

Then he signaled to end the round.

Qian Daoliu directly picked up his card to attack the middle-aged man's character, but was stopped by the referee.

"You can kill the ridicule monster first before you can hit him. Will you play?" the referee scolded.

Qian Daoliu frowned.

ridicule?

He looked closely and saw the taunt skills and related descriptions below the card of Zhang Kuang Wild Boar.

He felt very ridiculous.

Douluo card actually has such a strange skill,

It's simply unrealistic.

"Okay, then I will attack his wild boar this round." Qian Daoliu said casually.

The referee nodded and then drove Qiandaoliu's patrol guards off the field.

Qian Daoliu said dissatisfied: "Why are you using my card?"

"The patrol guards have been killed." The referee said impatiently.

Qian Daoliu was stunned.

Isn't he attacking? Why did his cards die?

"Will the enemy fight back when you fight in reality? Hurry up, you still have two soul power crystals. Do you want to play cards? If you don't play cards, you will end the round." The referee urged.

Qian Daoliu suddenly felt a little panicked.

"Wait, I'll play..."

After seeing his hand, he changed his words, "No, I won't come out."

All his cards have to consume three soul power crystals in his hand, and nothing can be produced.

The referee announced that it had entered the third round.

The middle-aged man always looked calm.

"I spent three soul crystals to summon tumblers who also had sarcastic skills."

Tumbler: 0-6

"Zhang Kuang Wild Boar attacks the opponent's character and then ends the turn."

The middle-aged man said lightly.

At this time, he still had three cards in his hand.

Qiandaoliu's character dropped a drop of blood.

It was Qiandaoliu's turn to touch the cards again. Qiandaoliu's movements were no longer as fast as they were at the beginning.

"Three soul crystals, summoning violent flames."

Furious Flame: 4-1

Because Furious Flame does not have charge skills, it will take until the next turn to act.

Qian Daoliu had no choice but to choose to end the round.

The fourth round

The middle-aged man summoned two 2-1 blood-sucking mosquitoes, and each attack they could replenish a friendly unit with a little blood volume.

Qiandaoliu replaced Zhang Kuang Wild Boar, who had two soul crystals worth three soul crystals, with a middle-aged man, with four soul crystals, and then spent four soul crystals to summon a missionary with a 3-4 sarcasm.

The fifth round

"It's over." The middle-aged man looked up.

People around him were talking.

"No way, I touched it in the fifth round?"

"There's nothing to see, the blood-sucking mosquito won."

"Why is there nothing to see? Didn't this old guy promise to go outside the tavern and shout that he was trash?"

Qiandaoliu's palms began to sweat.

He said with a harsh and cowardly expression: "It's too early to say that the winner is defeated now. My missionary is still alive, and I still have twenty-nine drops of blood."

"Some people are alive, but they are actually dead." The middle-aged man raised his hand and showed another blood-sucking mosquito.

The referee added: "When there are three blood-sucking mosquitoes on the field at the same time, if there are blood-sucking mosquitoes on the field, deck or cemetery, they will be summoned for free."

The referee picked up the middle-aged man's deck and found another blood-sucking mosquito.

So there were four 2-1 blood-sucking mosquitoes and a 0-7 tumbler on the field.

The middle-aged man used three soul crystals to summon a 4-2 jungle wolf.

At this time, there was only one card in front of Qiandao Liu, but there were six cards in front of the middle-aged man.

Qian Daoliu can only attack Tumbler, but his attack power is very pitiful.

The sixth round

The middle-aged man spent two soul crystals to summon a 2-1 beast king, adding a little attack power and a little blood to all his minions on the field.

Then, four soul crystals were used to summon a 5-5 mobile tree man.

The total of all minions on the field's attack attributes reaches an astonishing 26-26,

Qiandaoliu had only 29 drops of blood. As long as he was attacked by a middle-aged man for two rounds, he would go outside and shout "I'm trash."

Qiandaoliu feels stressful.

Can he shout this?

What is his identity?

The Great Elder of the Spirit Hall, the Great Venerable, the helm of the Angel lineage, the level 99 extreme Douluo, the dark hand Qingtian who controls everything behind the scenes...

Qian Daoliu was sweating his palms, and he was still not afraid to look at the card he had touched.

"Hey, don't be too slow." The referee urged.

Qian Daoliu carefully lifted the card.

The moment he saw the card, a rich joy lit up in his eyes.

It's saved!

"Six soul crystals, summon the Platinum Bishop Saras!"

Platinum Bishop Salas: 10-10, no skills.

Qian Daoliu breathed a sigh of relief, and he thought he was going to lose.

"How is it?" Qian Daoliu said proudly.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Is your turn over?"

"It's over!" Qian Daoliu said firmly.
To be continued...