Ye Zhenghong is worried about the order of drawing lots, and the other two sides are not much better.

Irving had a weird expression on his face, but he couldn't find anything to express. And Luon next to him had scratched his ears and cheeks, and he didn't know whether to be happy or sad, looking very funny.

What he drew was the other group who was the last four, just like Jiang Ziyun. Judging from the known information, the opponent was not too powerful among the Temple Mages, which means that he had a very high chance of advancing to the finals. The other eight-man group.

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It's really a dragon's nest, Laoen patted his chest and said with gratitude.

Irving really didn't know what to say. It was him who was going to draw lots here, but his luck was also bad enough to a certain extent.

Let it go, let it go, let it go.

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What a ghost! Looking at the names that are about to become their opponents, McGee Morock, in the information given by the association, this guy is the strongest of this group of temple mages. Unlike the Huaxia side, although their relationship with the American side is not good, the more contact the two have, the more credible information accuracy is.

His first opponent was Mu Lingyi, who represented the Judgment. The name of the Mu family is not only useful in China. Which mage trained by such a world giant can be underestimated?

Even if he wins, these two people will have to face Mr. Ye’s grandson before the final. In his opinion, this is the most nightmare order of the battle. First, there is a number two player suspected to be the Judgment Club, next is the ace of the Temple of Liberty, and then there is Mr. Ye’s grandson. There is a saying in his heart.

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No, I don’t know whether to speak or not.

Unlike the European Church Association, the Temple of Freedom is a bit quiet and weird at this time, and everyone has a look of eating shit.

"WC, this is definitely a shady scene, right?" Andrew, who had the most temper, wanted to vent his dissatisfaction, but the old mage Osili, who had been watching coldly, narrowed his eyes and shook back.

"This... is indeed a headache." Alvin, who has always been proud of his mind, also looked bitter.

In the first battle, Ye Zhenghong of the Judgment met Tris against the Temple of Liberty, and the second was the civil war between the Church Association, but the strongest Irving and Lawn were neither on this game. The third was the civil war between their Temple of Liberty, while both sides were the strongest McGee and Hidden Ace Andrew. This was a big blow to them. The fourth was Mu Lingyi and Irving, a battle that seemed to be unsurprising in their opinion.

The other group was a civil war in the Judgment meeting, and another unsurprising battle. They probably experienced the strength of Lawn before. Just go through the motions of the temple mage who fought against him.

Seeing McGee and Andrew One of them were about to meet Irving in the second game, Alvin looked distressed. The two of them had little difference in strength, but no matter who advanced, they were not sure to beat Irving. Judging from this situation, their temple mage side could be wiped out in the second round.

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"Everyone already knows their next opponents. Although I am a little surprised in this situation, it is better to make things more interesting, right?" Zexi said with a smile. Just as he said, no one could have thought of this result. Each of the three parties had a civil war, and the three parties' ace players were assigned to the same group, which was simply too good to watch.

"Then, there is a lot of wasted time, let's start quickly! Ye Zhenghong from the Supreme Judgment of China, and Tris Ang from the Temple of Freedom, please come on stage. Please leave the venue and hand the stage to the two of you." Zekesey announced.

As the referee, he certainly had no intention of staying away. If the two of them were killed, he would need to interrupt him. After all, the casualties of a competition in a nature of the exchange competition were a huge doubt on the strength of their Holy Church Association!

"Okay! Let me grab a good start first!" Ye Zhenghong raised his arms and said confidently.

"Tsk, just don't capsize in the gutter." Dongfang Wuye said mocking.

"Come on Tris and strive to win the first two rounds! Theoretically, your opponent's strength is not too strong, and you must seize the chance of victory!" Alvin inspired Tris and said, his strength was not very good, so he could only verbally encourage a few of the four people who appeared.

"Ha, don't worry, Alvin. China's strength is just that, and it's nothing extraordinary. I will destroy their confidence in the first game!" Tris said arrogantly, not taking the next battle as the focus at all. In his opinion, it would only be one-sided torture.

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Although the truth is the case.

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Unlike Tris, who was watching Ye Zhenghong directly in the court, he wanted to put pressure on him, Ye Zhenghong did not take him to heart at all, but listened to the whispers of others "focused" and hoped to hear something useful.

Zekesi just stood not far away from the two of them with cold eyes. Whether it was Tris's behavior that wanted to put pressure on others or Ye Zhenghong's arrogant behavior, they met the conditions in his eyes. The battle started the moment the two stepped onto the ring. Although sometimes someone would report their names for respecting their opponents, it was obvious that neither of them planned to do so.

"Where are you looking at?" Tris shouted in anger when he saw that his disbelief was ignored by the other party.

"Oh, it's already started, you can attack!" Ye Zhenghong said indifferently. He could feel the approximate level of Tris' cultivation, which was just a level that he had just become a high-level. His comprehensive combat power should be a little worse than Dongfang Wuye. After all, the basic gap between the two in the middle-level consolidation is definitely self-evident.

"Don't be too arrogant, you guy!"

Tris could no longer bear it, and he raised his fist and ignited a raging flame as he moved.

His flame was light blue, giving people the feeling that they could not be ordinary. The flames gathered together with his punches, and from his body as the center, the flames around him were sprayed in the direction of Ye Zhenghong at the same time!

"Oh? Can't withstand the stimulation so much?" Ye Zhenghong, who was in his pocket, did not care at all. He had already seen that the other party's light blue flame was just a very high-speed spiritual seed, and the increase in power had reached three times, but! So what? Even if the other party held the soul seed in his hand, the elements in his hand were not afraid!

Because his control over elements is almost unmatched by anyone at the same level, Ye Zhenghong has become accustomed to letting the other party take action first. After all, what can most intuitively reflect the other party's cultivation is the magic when taking action to release momentum.

He shook his head, no different from his previous feelings. In his eyes, this guy's strength is really not worth mentioning.

Ye Zhenghong stretched out a hand and stretched out towards the flames that were pounced on him, and slowly closed his eyes. Dongfang Wuyao, who saw such a scene outside the field, almost jumped up. How could this look so similar to the scene he had fought with him before!

However, at that time, I used the scattering ability of the Fierce Fist to make Ye Zhenghong feel a little bit negative, but now~

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To be continued
Chapter completed!