The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1132 Fengjue, who is it?

Nowadays, there really isn't a single mercenary regiment in this imperial capital that is a one-star power.

But this time it seems to have been said, if a two-star mercenary group can win the remaining two-star mercenary groups by itself, it is very likely to be promoted to a one-star mercenary group.

This point is a great attraction for the two-star mercenary forces, especially for the Hurricane Mercenary Corps. They are already thinking about becoming a one-star force and they are going crazy.

Now knowing that there is such a rule, they naturally refuse to let it go.

clang clang

Three sonorous and powerful gongs sounded throughout the competition venue. The originally noisy grand square immediately fell silent. Everyone was sitting upright, looking at the high platform expectantly.

The president of the mercenary guild in gray stood up from his seat, his aura became very gentle and introverted, not at all the sloppy look he had in the small room of the mercenary guild before, and he exuded the air of a superior person. deterrence.

As his gaze swept across, everyone felt their scalps go numb.

"Ahem, everyone must have been looking forward to the mercenary conference for a long time. Here I will briefly talk about the rules of the mercenary conference. Our first competition is a single-player competition."

"Each mercenary group has five people. According to the registration order they made before, let those people go on stage one by one. After they go on stage, they will draw lots to determine their final opponents."

"In the process of the competition, except for the use of pills, other things are allowed, but this is an exchange competition, so friendship comes first, and competition comes second. During the competition, the point is to stop. If someone hurts someone else's life , will directly determine failure, well, I won’t talk nonsense, so now, the mercenary conference officially begins.”

As the voice of the president of the mercenary union fell, a heat wave broke out at the scene, and the heat wave was filled with the shouts of the crowd watching the game.

clang clang

There were three more gongs, and this time the vice president Sen Miao was in charge of hosting the mercenary meeting.

The vice president, Sen Miao, looks like a young man on the surface, but in fact he is already seven or eight hundred years old, and his strength is also unfathomable.

He took a step from the high platform and came directly into the air, and landed on the competition platform in the middle of the competition platform.

There was a smile on the corner of Sen Miao's mouth, and there was spiritual power in his voice, so that everyone could hear clearly, "Then invite the major mercenary groups, and let the participating personnel come to the stage to draw lots."

Ruanxin stood up and greeted Leng Wuyou, "Brother Ling, then I'll go up."

"En." Leng Wuyou nodded, "Be careful."

"Okay." The soft-hearted eyes were bent, and there was some nervousness at first, but it was much less at this moment. Taking a deep breath, she swaggered and walked onto the stage very firmly.

There is a small wooden box in the middle of the competition table, and a hole is opened on the top of the box that can accommodate a person to insert it with one hand. The whole body of the box is covered with a layer of spiritual power, which is to prevent someone from trying to probe through the spiritual sense. The situation inside.

All the contestants who needed to draw lots lined up and went up to draw lots one by one. After the first round of lottery was over, the boxes were removed by the staff.

Ruanxin and the others also returned to their viewing area one by one.

Ruan Xin held the white ball in her hand, she didn't open it, but handed it directly to Leng Wuyou.

"Brother Ling, I haven't watched it yet, why don't you watch it for me." There was a smile on the corner of Ruanxin's mouth, looking playful and cute.

Leng Wuyou raised his brows, but he didn't refuse, and just passed, one of his subordinates pressed hard, and with a click, the small ball was directly split into two halves.

A note fell out of the small ball, opened the note and said in black and white, "Feng Jue, match 39."

"Feng Jue, how could it be this person?" When they saw the name on the note, Wei Lin's and the little fat man frowned fiercely, and their expressions were a little ugly.

For these big mercenary regiments, Leng Wuyou knew some powerful people among them, but she had no impression of Feng Jue, but she was a little curious when she saw a few people with bad faces, so she asked : "Who is this wind?"

(End of this chapter)