Duojiao scratched her head and calmed down. There were several adults behind her. She wouldn't be so stupid that she would do something like killing herself in person.

"Uncle Xiyun, Jiao'er didn't know. It seemed that she suddenly received some news from my master yesterday evening. She left in a hurry without even saying hello." Duojiao deliberately mentioned Qinghai Yi. In fact, she still didn't know why Xiyun left yesterday. The reason why she mentioned this was really full of warnings. If you really dare to attack me, how could Qinghai Yi and He You Shensect let you go in vain?

"This is not good." Yan Zhu frowned, looking a little unhappy, "I'm talking about it, why did you get injured last night? It seems that you are still not well-protected."

"It's okay, I feel quiet without her... Huh? Aunt, why have I never seen this guard before?"

One of the guards looked unique, wearing an iron suit, an iron sword hanging on his waist, and his appearance was also covered by an iron mask.

In Duojiao's memory, the one who often follows Yanzhu should be Long Xi, the commander of Long Sagittarius. What the hell is this?

"He..."

Yan Zhu was halfway through his words, and seemed to have forgotten to continue speaking, and had already looked at the battle stand in the distance.

...

The selection of Atai is a grand event in the Dian Kingdom and directly affected the whole country.

And on this last day, there must be a male and female.

Today, when Yanzhu, Duojiao and Shaoli appeared in the highest stands together and announced the beginning of the Atai competition, the entire Yongyuan City was in full bloom.

"Long live the Regent Yanzhu!"

"Long live the girl Wang!"

Only no one called long live the prince, which made Shaoli's forehead wrinkle three black lines. This was not the result he wanted.

Not long after, the three members of the Dian Kingdom royal family were the main seat, the powerful ministers and the auxiliary seats, and the guards were everywhere, all of them looked at the audience.

The first round of competition was very exciting.

The twelve to sixth, and at noon, the winner was decided.

Six to three, this time there was a little stalemate. Shaoli Wang won a game, his body was covered in scars, and his eyes were full of expectations after changing to a new armor. He just waited for the finals to enter the finals.

...

In addition to Shaoli, Tong Muji, the young leader of the mountain tribe who was wearing special clothes and covered with gem pendants, was the most popular as Atai for two consecutive times. After he had been entangled with his opponent for half an hour, he finally exhausted his opponent with his strong defense and became the first person to be shortlisted.

Next is the dark horse this time, the burly red-haired boy Wuya.

If Tong Muli's competition is just to defend and consume, and there is nothing good to look at, then this Wuya is even more boring. He tangled with his opponent, and he spent most of his time, moving and dodging, and fighting only ten times.

Just when everyone turned their expectations to the next game, Wang Shaoli, by chance, Wuya punched his opponent and flew out, lay on the ground and became a dead dog, winning the game easily.

Then the prince Shaoli.

All his eyes were focused on Prince Shaoli and his opponent, a young man from the deep mountains of Dian Kingdom who raised tiger apes and wolf leopards. This man was also gifted. Although he had not received guidance from famous masters and had no decent skills, he withstood Shaoli's repeated attacks and vicious fists with his powerful body and beastly intuition.

"This time, my brother will definitely win."

In the stands, Duojiao said.

"Oh? You are so confident." Yan Zhu smiled, "I'm afraid he won't be able to make a difference and let outsiders laugh at our royal family for being overused."

"No, aunt."

Duojiao's eyes contain a persistent expression.

But Yanzhu did not maintain any confidence.

At this moment, when the barbarian boy treated Shaoli, he used all kinds of ruthless tricks, and anyone could see that he had no idea of ​​letting go. Many people were worried about Prince Shaoli. But Shaoli did not need that kind of concerned look, and he felt that this was ridiculous. The more he fought, the more he hated him, the more he hated him, the more he hated the heaven, the earth, and everyone in the world.

This strong momentum finally killed the barbaric boy with the last blow.

The moment the savage boy fell in a pool of blood, he saw all the gazes turning into awe.

Then, he shook his hand casually and showed a proud smile on the corner of his mouth. This was what he wanted.

...

After a while, the competition has entered the most exciting final round. Only Shaoli, Tongmuli, Wuya are left.

The final round of duel was decided by the draw, and Wuya drew Tong Muli.

Wuya vs. Tongmuli is the first competition in the bonfire feast today.

After dark, a bonfire at four corners ignited on the huge ring in the palace. At this time, Wuya and Tongmuyi had rested on the battlefield. When they reached the decisive battle, Wuya and Tongmuyi naturally would not hold back. They used weapons as soon as they came on stage.

Wuya's gun faces Tongmu's scimitar.

The two who were equally matched did not give each other a time to look at each other after the start, and they got entangled in a moment.

The two figures on the competition are getting faster and faster, and eventually become afterimages. Sparks are splashing from time to time in the afterimage, and gold and iron are clanging.

The people watching the game from the audience exclaimed. Only such a battle can be the selection of Atai. The previous ones were as dull as playing house. Even many young beauties were secretly convinced and looked at the powerful players on the stage with greed eyes.

After a long time of fighting, the two entangled figures suddenly separated.

Wuya lifted the gun, and the tip of the gun was slightly shining, aimed at the front, and ran down.

Like a dragon and spear to start - the gun is like a dragon!

The thorn was fast and fierce, and arrived in an instant.

"It's really strong." Tong Muli looked solemn, and he raised his hand and waved it. The yellow earth-colored light suddenly appeared on the blade, covering the pure power of Yuanyang. The knife came out, and the surrounding fire light seemed to be much darker, but the brightness of the scimitar bloomed, as if it was infinitely powerful, and the knife intention was endless.

This is the secret study of the mountain tribe's scimitar - Crescent Moon Heaven!

clang!

The spearhead thrusts into the scimitar blade and burst into a harsh sound. The force was terrifying, and I don’t know how much power it has been infused.

After one blow, Wuya took a few steps back.

With just one head-on battle, which one is stronger and who is weaker, the higher and lower ones will be judged immediately.

Tongmuli rushed straight with a scimitar, like an eagle and a falcon catching a rabbit.

At this moment, Wuya was attacked closely by the scimitar, and had lost the advantage of long spear spacing, and was completely suppressed by the scimitar that was fully utilized. Soon, Wuya's clothes turned into pieces of debris in the face of the scimitar, and blood marks were also revealed when the scimitar was slashing by the scimitar.

At this time, Tong Muli suddenly stopped the knife and punched it. Wuya, who had not reacted, hit the chest.

Bang!

Wuya stepped on the ground and moved it backwards, even turning over more than ten bluestone slabs on the ground. In the end, he finally stood firm and even stepped out a big hole.

It was the power of this punch that truly showed the strength of a first-class master. As Wuya, who had the same strength, was extremely uncomfortable under the heavy blow. He felt that his hand was stirring in his stomach, rolling in his fives, and his face was extremely pale.

"it's over."

When the indifferent voice sounded, Wuya suddenly woke up from the discomfort and quickly looked up at the sky.

It turned out that Tongmuli rushed over and jumped up, slashing him with a scimitar. After the yellow light suddenly appeared on the scimitar, the light began to be restrained. The whole scimitar felt like a red soldering iron, and then it became redder and finally like a drop of blood clot.

At this time, the scimitar also slashed.

The mountain tribe's scimitar skill - the blood moon sinks into the sea!

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Chapter completed!