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Chapter 1962 Stolen Warcraft

The captain of the Cang Wolf Team turned red and black.

"Is it time to announce the result?" Yun Qingyan looked at the host on the stage.

The host came back to his senses after being stunned.

"I announce the Chicken Mushroom Stew Team Wins!"

There was a lot of noise around, but this time there was no more laughter. In the world of cultivators, strength is the best deterrent for people to shut up.

According to the rules, Yun Qingyan and his team will be the champion.

With the cooperation of Bi Lei and the others, coupled with Xing Lan's ice bow and Yu Dapang's hidden weapon flat pot, the four-person team won four games in a row without any difficulties.

The Chicken Mushroom Stewed Team became the focus of the entire B area.

What made everyone curious was that the last two men of the entire team, the girl and the young man, have not played once since the beginning of the game.

This makes people even more curious about their strength.

After winning four games in a row, the four-man team perfectly completed today's task. The court stipulates that it is up to four games in a day. If you exceed this number, you will not be able to participate in the competition again. On the one hand, considering the physical strength of the students, and on the other hand, you should give others some opportunities.

"The flag is open, congratulations." As soon as the scene, the few people saw Xi Mo in disguise looking at them with a smile.

Yu Dapang and Xinglan were still excited on their faces. They didn't expect to win so easily. After all, there were only a few who reached the divine level. They didn't encounter many divine levels in the next few games, so they could win without summoning monsters.

"My friend!" Before Yun Qingyan could speak, he saw several old men with slightly white beards running over with a hurried look on his face.

Yun Qingyan looked at him calmly and suddenly felt familiar.

Isn't these elders in the referee team? She knows that these elders are hidden in each district and will never show up without any major events.

Now, one or two of them popped out?

Moreover, these elders in the upper realm are quite arrogant and usually ignore the people in the lower realm. Now they actually call her little friend with a shameless face?

The sun is coming out from the west, right?

Gong Moxi obviously saw these elders, his eyes flashed, revealing a deep meaning.

But his symbolic color and eyes have changed, and his mask is wearing a restrained breath, so that none of the elders recognize that this young man is the noble son of the court.

"My friend, which beast taming master tamed the monster you summoned on the ring just now??" An elder went straight to the point.

Although Xinglan and Yu Dapang both summoned monsters, their monsters are not as high as the level of Bi Lei. They don’t want to miss the beast taming master who can tame the god king-level monsters.

"Mo Shan! What do you mean? I obviously came first!" The elder standing in front of him was very dissatisfied. Isn't this obviously arguing with him?

I originally planned to get information about the master of beast taming alone, but now there are so many competing people, how can I be happy?

Yun Qingyan was surprised, are they looking for a beast trainer?

"Okay! You thief! You stole our monster and dared to release it during the game! You are so bold!"

As the crowd was arguing, a roar of extreme anger came from not far away.

Everyone looked in surprise.

A middle-aged man in a brocade dress with beast patterns came over with an erect anger on his face.

Next to him, there are men who look like middle-aged or old.

Yun Qingyan's eyes paused on a handsome man, his pupils shrank, Xuanzun?
Chapter completed!
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