Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1187
The examiners read out the two adjacent names, and some people in the audience who didn't understand the rules originally exclaimed, until they saw the examiners paste the two names on the top row of wooden signs, and they didn't realize what was wrong. Something is wrong.

"Aren't these two fighting against each other?"

"No," said a sensible person next to him, "Didn't the examiner just say that when the practitioners in the upper and lower rows are fighting, the person in the row above will be drawn first, and the opponents of these two people haven't been drawn yet!"

Only then did the people realize that they had made a mistake.

Ying Baoyue silently listened to the sounds around her, and looked up at the name plate erected beside the stone platform.

Simply put, it's a battle between odd numbers and even numbers.

At the beginning, she almost heard that Meng Shi and Xu Yishan were fighting, but after listening carefully, she could understand that Meng Shi was number one and Xu Yishan was number three, and their serial numbers were not adjacent.

In this round, players with the same odd or even numbers will not meet.

"No. [-], Xirong Helianyan."

One more person in the top row.

"Number seven, Nanchu Ji Jiashu."

Ying Baoyue and the others raised their heads slightly, watching Ji Jiashu's name being pasted next to Helianyan.

The two will not meet this round.

"No. [-], Li Ji of the Eastern Wu Dynasty."

Zhao Guang showed an uncontrollable smile. Although none of the practitioners present had a higher realm than Li Ji, at least Li Ji avoided meeting three hard bones in the quarterfinals.

It would be perfect if Ying Baoyue was also read in this group.

As more and more practitioners in the upper row are read out, all the practitioners hope to be read out in this group, and not fighting in the same group means that there is no need to become opponents with these people.

There are three odd places left.

"No.11, Nanchu, Chen Zihan!"

Chen Zichu clapped his hands sharply, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's just that the next moment he saw Ying Baoyue on the side, his expression changed slightly.

Among the five people promoted under the osmanthus tree, only Ying Baoyue has not been read yet.

"NO.13, Hou Liao, Murong Feixing!"

There is only one odd number left.

Under the osmanthus tree, the teenagers clenched their fists.

"NO.15... Soochow, Lu Xingchen."

Who is this!

Chen Zichu staggered, if Zhao Guang hadn't stood aside, he would have cursed regretfully.

The practitioner who was finally read was not well-known, and it was only thanks to the cheers from the Soochow people that Chen Zichu realized that this was a senior from Hanshan Academy.

Two students from Hanshan Academy have entered the top 29 this time, and both of them are [-] years old, just at the last age to participate in the intermediate ceremony.

Now the eight people have confirmed that they will not match up, and the eight people on the stone platform will not match up if they are not called.

Chen Zichu's eyes were solemn, but the eight people who were called just now may become Ying Baoyue's opponents.

The remaining eight people in the audience, including Xu Bingqing, looked flustered. Only Ying Baoyue and Murong Feilan watched the examiner's every move quietly.

The examiners began to draw even-numbered columns, and the first person drawn caused confusion among the audience.

"No. [-], Northern Wei Dynasty, Mo Hua."

Ying Baoyue suddenly looked at Meng Shi who was standing in the front.

But it was too late for her to sigh for Meng Shi, because she was also called.

"No. [-], former Qin, Ying Baoyue."

"No. [-], Xirong, Huyanxie."

"No. [-], Xirong, Huyannu."

"No. [-], Soochow, Hua Nian Peak."

"NO.12, Northern Wei Dynasty, He Lancheng."

"NO.14, Hou Liao, Murong Feixu."

"NO.16, Northern Wei Dynasty, Xu Bingqing."

After the examiner's voice fell, the practitioners and common people watching the battle in the audience were stunned for a long time, and the next moment burst into loud cheers.

The upper and lower rows of wooden signs on both sides of the stone platform are all plastered, and it is clear at a glance who is fighting whom.

The practitioners participating in the battle on the stage tried their best to maintain a steady pace, and slowly walked down the stone platform.

"The examiner for this lottery... Has it changed again?"

Chen Zichu watched Ying Baoyue and the others come back, and his teeth ached, "Is this lottery an enmity with my classmates and brothers?"

The eight groups are fighting against each other, either from the same sect against the same sect, or brothers against brothers, what's going on?

"The examiners for this lottery are carefully selected," Li Ji quietly walked under the tree. "It is unlikely that something went wrong during the lottery."

Xu Yishan clenched the Duan Shui Sword by his waist, and let out a breath.

So, is this all God's will?
Chen Zichu covered his head, God's will asked the same room to fight?
He wanted to say something else. The two Northern Wei practitioners in the audience had already arranged their clothes and stepped onto the stone platform. Seeing the two of them, the originally noisy audience spontaneously fell silent.

"These two..."

"Speaking of which, these two people also matched up in this year's primary ceremony."

Looking at the two people standing opposite each other on the stage, Ying Baoyue felt a little complicated.

In the first round of the quarter-finals, Meng Shi played against Mo Hua.

"I heard that these two people are usually called brothers and sisters, so this is also a battle of the same sect?"

"During the primary ceremony, Meng Jizi must have lost. I don't know what will happen with this match."

"Meng Jizi is already in the fourth rank, right?"

"But Jizi Meng has just been promoted to the fourth rank. Mr. Mo has won the previous few rounds without any effort. It is unknown whether he will win or lose."

Listening to the discussions of the people around, Ji Jiashu looked at the people on the stage with a complicated expression.

He felt that his friend was really unlucky.

In terms of hard power, if he is willing to fight to the death, Ji Jiashu thinks that his friend should be relatively strong. He still remembers the shock of watching this friend walk out of the corpses of wolves when he was a teenager.

Mo Hua is a strong man.

But for today's Meng Shi, Ji Jiashu is not sure.

Anyone who is a practitioner can perceive the unusual state of Meng Shi.

Meng Shi is like a sword. If she was just sharpening herself at the beginning of the ceremony, then from the beginning of the middle-level ceremony, this woman whose identity is unknown to most people has shown unusual obsession.

The sword is out of its sheath.

As a practitioner, Meng Shi's murderous aura, sharpness, and obsession have all been raised to the extreme.

Just watching from the sidelines gives people a dazzling feeling.

Except for Ji Jiashu, other practitioners in the south were overjoyed when they saw Meng Shi and Mo Hua meet again.

This means that only one of these two can enter the quarterfinals, which is undoubtedly a huge blow to the northern practitioners.

The surroundings were noisy, but on the stone platform, Meng Shi felt calm.

No one knew that she had been waiting ten years for this day.

Her sword heart has been condensed, and no one can stop her footsteps.

For today, she has gambled everything.

Looking at the man opposite her who had been by her side for some reason, Meng Shi quietly drew out the bright long sword at his waist.

The bright sword face reflected the girl's resolute eyebrows and eyes.Meng Shi stared seriously at her friend and her opponent today.

If someone tried to stop her, she would cut him down by the sword.

No one can stop her, not even him.

　Sister Meng: Men will only hinder my speed of drawing the sword
　　
　
(End of this chapter)