Elder: "No. 33, leave the line."

I was dozing off while watching my nose and nose, and I was confused and took a few steps forward.

Elder: "Sit down to watch the game, you will advance directly."

Chen Shao shouted on the spot: "No! Why does this happen? He is lucky."

Everyone was uproared and looked at me one by one.

The elder frowned: "Luck is also a kind of strength. Do you have any objections?"

Mr. Chen immediately bowed his head and became cowardly.

The elder snorted coldly: "No. 33, why are you still standing there?"

I returned to my seat.

Behind the referee's seat, there are sixty-four most forward seats, prepared for the sixty-four candidates. Those who have not participated in the competition must watch the game and wait in the seat.

Made...

Just won a game in a confused way.

No. 1 and No. 2 were fighting in the martial arts field. The rest of the people were all staring at me and whispering.

Not only the candidate prince consort, but there are crowds of people watching the battle around. Any one of them is the cultivation level of the Immortal Lord and the Immortal Emperor, and even the Immortal Emperor is rarely seen.

Those people's spiritual senses were like searchlights, all of which fell on me.

Their discussion was not shy away from it, and most of them were mocking me.

"Haha... this kid is so lucky. A mere immortal king, no matter who he meets, he will kneel down in the first game. It happened that a candidate prince consort did not come and actually avoided it. Made, he is such a talent."

"Haha... what's the use of avoiding one game? Even if you advance, there are 32 people behind and five games later. Today, you will have to compete in the semi-finals, and there will be two games tomorrow. In the end, we can only have one out of our city. This one will have to compete with the first place in the other eight urban areas. If you win the championship, you will have to compete in the peak decisive battle of eight star fields. Does he want to advance step by step by step with luck? It's simply funny."

"That's right, according to me, it's not a blessing, but a disaster. The further he goes, the stronger his opponent's strength will be. If he kills people in the martial arts field, no one will care about it. In my Sky City, the strong are the most respected. Although those who can become candidates for the prince-consort are all capable of making, but dying in the martial arts field is also a waste, a weak person, and he cannot even guarantee his own life, and even the referee will not care about it. I bet that in the next game, he will be in danger and will almost die!"

...

It took a whole morning and a lap of competition to finally end.

Sixty-four people, thirty-two left.

Only those young masters, Chen Shao and Yang Shao advanced.

Those who did not advance would either die or be taken away by the maids under the elders and Di Qing.

Thirty-two people were left standing on the martial arts field again.

The elder stood up and shouted, "Old rule, this time, there are thirty-two signs, one for each person, maid, go."

The two waitresses came on stage again with the sign box.

Everyone drew lots one after another, and I drew No. 9.

Go down one by one sign for each person.

Mr. Chen drew No. 13 and almost beat his chest and stamped his feet. He looked at me and gritted his teeth.

At the end of the draw, only one person was left.

The man's hand had already touched the sign, but without warning, he fell to the ground with a thud.

The maid quickly grabbed his pulse, checked it carefully, and stood up and said, "Report to the elder, Di Qing, this candidate prince consort, who is practicing the destruction of the birth and death aura, has cultivated the peak of the qi of nirvana, but recently used a special method to force it. In the last game, the use of the qi of nirvana was too fierce and he has become a demon and died."

The elder didn't care at all, nodded, and said, "Take it down! What's the remaining sign?"

Mr. Chen looked at me: "Boy, it's a pity. I thought I could meet you in this round. If I meet you, I will definitely kill you. What a pity. Although I hope to see you in the next round, you have no chance. Look at the people present, Mr. Yang is the worst. The early Immortal Emperor, but he is a tough backstage. He is a Venerable Against Heaven, with many tricks and many magic weapons. He is almost the most difficult one. Anyone you meet will surely die!"

At this moment, the maid shouted: "Report to the Elder, the remaining sign is number ten."

Elder: "Nine leaves the line and sits in the battle!"

Paralyzed...

If I was so confused last time because of an accident, I was so confused. Then this time, I was really a little confused.

Still me!

Still me! Still me!

I wanted to be low-key. After I got on the court, I pretended to be weak and fought with people for 300 rounds, and narrowly won at the last moment. So no one cared about me.

But now, everyone's eyes are all on me.

Even the elders and Di Qing frowned and looked at me: "Or you?"

I smiled awkwardly and said, "That's right, I'm blessed by the ancestor. I'm so lucky today."

Chen Shao stayed for a long time and cursed: "I'll go and have a cheat. Made, twice in a row bye? Are you so lucky?"

I sat in the viewing table again, feeling the spiritual consciousness of countless people sweeping around me.

Listening to countless people pointing at me behind their backs and whispering to me.

I'm...

After today, I'm afraid I'll become famous.

There are hundreds of billions of people in the Sky City, and there are countless planets in a city area. There are too many people. Maybe no one can recognize my identity. But it is not a solution to continue like this. It is too much to be paid attention to. If someone finds something, I will not talk about marrying a princess, whether I can survive is a question.

Sometimes good luck is a torment...

The second round was finally over at three or four in the afternoon.

The third round began in full swing.

This time, the maid probably received instructions from the elders and Di Qing to ask me to draw first.

I drew a number one sign.

A man with a pale face and black lips, like a zombie, drew the second.

This guy is so powerful.

Among the sixty-four candidate princesses, he is the strongest one. The birth and death qi are in the direction of death, and he has cultivated the essence of silence, and has turned three times. In the first knockout match, he killed his opponent with one move.

In the second knockout match, his opponent was also very strong, but his methods were extremely sharp and vicious, with less than a hundred moves in front and behind, and he killed the opponent.

They obviously begged for mercy.

But he didn't have the intention to stop at all, his subordinates were merciless and extremely cruel.

This person is called Ao Ying, and he is called Ao Ying, the God of Death.

Chen Shao saw me sucking him, and laughed loudly, covering his stomach, almost rolling on the ground with a smile.

He whispered to me: "Hey, grandson, I see how you live this time! If you fall under Ao Ying, you will definitely die without a complete body and your soul will be scattered. The first scene, hahaha, go up, don't forget to kowtow to me before you die!"

The Young Master Yang snorted coldly: "Don't forget to chew your tongue and swallow it. Those twenty mysterious stones will be buried with you!"

Chen Shao: "Hehe, Young Master Yang is indeed rich and powerful. He is buried with those mysterious stones. After he is buried, I will dig his tomb. Hahaha... they are all bargaining chips, which should belong to us."

I ignored them.

The god of death Ao Ying stood on the field, cold and murderous aura arose. The silence essence behind him was like black fog, spreading a range of ten miles, turning into a huge skull in the air.

He held his arms and looked at me sneered.

"This chapter is over"
Chapter completed!