"By the way, Your Highness, how was the battle when I left yesterday?" Fang Yan asked at the 14th Prince Song Ye.

"Haha... Fang Yan, it's really a pity that you left yesterday. Yesterday's game was really intense. Do you know who the last place among the top ten players is?" The 14th Prince Song Ye asked Fang Yan with a smile.

"Who is it? It's not that Tao Hui!" Fang Yan couldn't help but look curious when he heard this.

Among the many monks, Tao Hui has realized the existence of the field and is one of the best in strength. If he can enter the top ten, he will definitely be able to do it.

"You still have vision. This top ten is Tao Hui. Do you know that once Tao Hui used the heavy sword field, he swept all opponents and finally won the last place in the top ten." The 14th Prince Song Ye couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

"This Tao Hui, he is a good opponent." Fang Yan's guess was confirmed and he couldn't help it.

"Well, Tao Hui has comprehended the realm in the Yin-Yang Realm. His strength is one of the best. If he had not met a pervert in your pavilion, he would have been able to advance smoothly, and he could have entered the top three. But now he could only stop in the top ten." The 14th Prince Song Ye couldn't help but sigh when he heard this.

"Let's stop talking about it, this competition is about to begin, and today is the highlight. You must keep your energy well and take advantage of the competition not yet, and seize the time to consolidate your realm here."

"I understand." Fang Yan couldn't help laughing when he heard this. Although she didn't need to consolidate her realm, he closed his eyes and rested in the audience as he said.

Early in the morning, the royal martial arts arena in the Song Dynasty was crowded. Because today was the finals, the audience increased by half, and many audiences did not have a seat, just this ticket. Not everyone can enter just by wanting to enter. Many people can only wait for news in inns and restaurants outside the martial arts arena.

There are only eighty-nine people participating in the finals, and nine people reaching the finals. These nine people will go through a round of draws, and the nine people will have a lucky one. Eight people will decide the top four, and the top five will be determined in this round of competition.

If we follow the previous martial arts competitions, the competitions were all real battles, the top three and the champions were decided. In the martial arts competitions of the Song Dynasty, they valued opportunities and luck, so they created a magical power plate to draw lots.

In the world of cultivation, you want to go far. In addition to your strength, you also look at opportunities and luck. Some people have shocking luck, but their talent is not very good, and they can still reach the top of the fairy world.

"It's the time to draw lots now. Please ask the top ten players to take the stage to draw lots to decide the only lucky one present." The morning sun shines in a huge martial arts field, and the referee's voice sounds on the martial arts field.

After the lottery is finished, one person is bye, and the remaining eight people will fight against each other. Among these eight people, the semi-finals will be born. These eight pairs of players are also born by drawing lots.

This magical power plate has twelve spaces, and there are eight numbers in the spaces. The referee turns the magical power plate, and the pointers are facing each other, the number master is fighting and fighting.

"I am the No. 1 player." After the referee announced the rules of the game, Fang Yan knew that he was the No. 1 player, he was the No. 1 player, and he was the first to go on stage to turn the magic plate and start drawing lots.

The previous two rounds of draws used up Fang Yan's luck. Fang Yan turned the magic power plate and targeted a battle draw. After the draw, he also knew that his opponent was Suning, the fifth player.

"The first round of competition, Fang Yan fights against No. 5 player Suning." After Fang Yan draws the lottery, the referee's voice sounded in the Royal Martial Arts Field.

"Fang Yan. Your opponent is Suning, the first of the younger generation of the Bai Zhan Wang Mansion. He is strong and has a peak cultivation level of the third level of Yin and Yang realm, which is even stronger than Tao Hui before. The Battle King's Battle King's body can make his strength explode to its peak state in battle, and it is hard to stop it. Suning is also a master of body refining. It is rumored that his body refining skills have also reached the late stage of the Death Realm, and are known as the Little War King. He is also the candidate for this championship. However, it is not as good as Jian Wuqing, Princess Qianqian, Song Dao and others." After the draw, the fourteenth prince Song Ye also knew that Fang Yan's opponent was Suning, and he couldn't help but introduce him to Fang Yan.

"He is the little war king Suning." Fang Yan glanced at it, and Suning, who was full of fighting spirit, was like a javelin, couldn't help but say.

"Don't underestimate Suning. He is in his early twenties and is at the peak of the third level of the Yin-Yang Realm. He must have a shocking opportunity. You must not be careless, you must do your best." Seeing Fang Yan's calmness for a year, the 14th Prince Song Ye was worried that Fang Yan would be contemptuous, and he couldn't help but remind him.

"I understand, I will deal with it carefully." Fang Yan smiled.

While talking, all the contestants on the stage were drawn up. The nine contestants, the only lucky one was Princess Qianqian, and the only female contestant among the nine contestants.

"I'm welcome Fang Yan, Suning will come on stage to participate in the competition." After the draw of lots, the referee's voice rang out in the martial arts field.

As soon as the referee's voice fell, Fang Yan and Suning jumped up and jumped into the central arena in the highly anticipated martial arts square.

"Fang Yan."

"Suning."

As soon as the two came on stage, they informed each other of their names.

"Fang Yan, I've heard of you." Suning is a burly young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with his upper body and bronze skin, giving people a strong sense of beauty. When he saw Fang Yan, he communicated his name with a smile, and showed his neat white teeth, and couldn't help but smile.

"You..." Fang Yan looked puzzled. He had never had contact with this big guy when he participated in the competition. The other party's meaning was not only heard at the martial arts competition, but that he had heard of his name a long time ago, so he said such words.

"In Bai Zhan City, you won millions of top-grade spirit stones from me." Seeing Fang Yan's face full of doubt, Suning couldn't help but smile.

"Bai Zhan Gambling is your power." Fang Yan suddenly felt some impression when he heard the other party say this, and he couldn't help but say.

"Yes, the Baizhan Gambling House is the industry. I didn't expect that at that time, a boy who was just a violent realm, would grow to such a level and be able to enter the top ten martial arts competition in the Song Dynasty. It is really admirable." The little war king Suning couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

"Lucky, lucky." Fang Yan also sighed when he heard this.

"Let's talk less, let's start the competition. I won't show mercy." Suning said coldly at Fang Yan with a grim brow.

"I won't show mercy either." Fang Yan said in a deep voice when he heard this. The other party was a physical refining cultivator in the Death Realm. He was much stronger than Tao Hui's half-baked one. He had to do his best.

"Hundred Battles Fist!"

The little war king Suning made a gesture of inviting him, then shouted loudly and punched Fang Yan.

"Crashing mountains."

Fang Yan also shouted loudly when he heard this, and the Bengshan Fist instantly blasted out, facing the opponent's Hundred Battles. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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