The popularity of the preliminary round has not faded, and the rematch has begun soon.

The rematch venue is still on the water stage, but there are more people coming to watch the game.

Some of them were even from Beiliu. After hearing the good news that all the four players from Beiliu were in the rematch, they rushed to the Dongluo Capital to watch the game.

The competition has not yet begun. In the crowd, Ming Zhu is accompanying a girl in white with a veil next to her. The girl is wearing a cold temperament, as proud as a peacock, and her beautiful eyes are flowing coldly.

This is Yiyuan.

"Saint, Feng Yu has eyes but no beads, so he is really not worthy of fighting." Ming Zhu whispered.

Yi Yuan said coldly: "Of course this saint is not because of him. Since he is ruthless, how can this saint waste his sincerity?"

When Mingzhu heard this, he felt happy.

His Highness finally figured it out.

However, what Ming Zhu didn't know was that even if Yi Yuan no longer likes Feng Yu, he was not what he liked.

Yi Yuan's eyes were cold. When she thought of the uncle Yun Zu, who was wearing a silver-gray brocade dress and was not stained with dust on the road, a fire of excitement ignited in her eyes. Yi Yuan has never been a person who is obsessed with someone, and what she likes is not necessarily Feng Yu.

What she likes is the talented boy with strong strength and peerless handsome face!

Only the best boy is worthy of her Yiyuan.

She once thought no one could surpass Feng Yu, but she didn't expect to meet Uncle Yun. His indifferent and pure fairy posture, which was as pure as white clouds in the snow mountain and without staining the dust on the road, fascinated her.

"That saint, you..." Ming Zhu looked at Yi Yuan hesitantly.

Yi Yuan said lightly: "Uncle Yun Zu wants to investigate the Dongluo Emperor's Mausoleum and find the whereabouts of the Yan Seal. He is worried that this saint will follow him. The saint is also idle, so he comes to the imperial capital to check it out."

When talking about Uncle Yun Zushi, awe flashed in Mingzhu's eyes.

In his heart, this young Master Yun is different from Feng Yu. No matter how evil Feng Yu is, no matter how unrestrained he is, it is not worth mentioning in front of Master Yun!

You know, this uncle Yun Zu, is a existence that even his master, the Lord of Yifeng, can win!

You know, his master is a strong man in the Lingzun realm!

And Yun Mochen, he has just won the championship!

"What's more, didn't you say that Yun Qingqing wanted to play with me? It just so happened that I wanted to play with me." A sneer appeared in Yi Yuan's eyes. Although the object she admired was Uncle Yun Mochen, she would not let her go just by relying on Yun Qingqing's humiliation in Qiong Fairyland!

What if a mere ant becomes the eldest daughter of Jizhugu and the King of Spirits?

She has already become the Nine Stars of the Spirit King, and will soon as possible become the Spirit Emperor.

"It's just a saint, the uncle Yun Zushi..." Mingzhu was so afraid of Yun Mochen, thinking that Saint Yiyuan was born with Uncle Yun Zushi. If he intervened in the Four-National League, would Uncle Yun Zushi be unhappy?

Yi Yuan said lightly: "Uncle Yun will not enter the imperial capital."

Ming Zhu then felt relieved: "His Holy Maiden, Yun Qingyu killed my disciple Luo Qian, who really said that he should be killed. I have already figured out how to kill her this time."

"Oh?" Yi Yuan was careless.

"His Majesty, the hidden killing array plate given by my master at this time seems to be a formation plate, but in fact it is a spiritual weapon that integrates the formation. As long as the time comes..." Ming Zhu whispered.

Yi Yuan's bright red lips curled slightly under the veil, and then she thought of what Ming Zhu said, and frowned again: "Can she do it?"
Chapter completed!