Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 1209 Sword Fighting Conference [3]

There are a lot of people in this area, and the common people are surrounded outside the white fence, while those who participate in the sword fighting meeting have to sit on wicker chairs inside the white fence.

The position of Bing Wu is the best, it was arranged by Jin Mu personally, because she got the Excalibur.

Except for her position, the seats of the other 79 people are the same and there is no choice.

The sword fighting competition has not yet started, and the people outside the white railings have already bet on the bets. This year's No. 1 hot candidate is Ice Dance, and almost everyone is betting on Ice Dance.

When a luxurious figure pulled Ye Xiyue over, there was a second eruption at the scene.

Ye Xiyue is petite and a beauty. This is not the point. The point is that when she stands with Huang Junye, she doesn't look so stunning. On the contrary, Huang Junye highlights a kind of evil beauty .

On the way to the most important place to bet on, Huang Junye heard four words: woman in pink.

With Cang Mo at his side, he gave some instructions in a low voice, Cang Mo's eyes brightened, and he immediately went down to make arrangements.

Ye Xiyue was in doubt, only to hear that the betting area exploded!
Cang Mo took a big bag of gold coins and pressed it directly on the last name, which was inconspicuous, the last, the smallest, and the least valued - Ye Xiyue.

Immediately, all kinds of ridicule bombarded.

"You are sick. Who is it wrong for you to suppress? Do you want to suppress her?"

"Damn it! So many gold coins are not for playing."

"If you have money, don't play like this. Believe it or not, this person has to get out of the stage in the first round!"

"..."

Cang Mo clenched his fists, resisting impulsiveness and threw two words at everyone: "I don't believe it!"

"Hey! This kid must have his brain caught by the door."

"That's right, maybe which muscle is wrong."

"..."

The corner of Ye Xiyue's mouth twitched, is she really that bad?

Bing Wu looked at Ye Xiyue, her eyes suppressed a cluster of flames, then she turned her eyes away and sat down as if nothing happened.

After everyone took their positions, Jin Mu explained the rules on the stage.

The rules of the Sword Fighting Conference are very simple: 80 contestants, draw lots to decide who will face whom, the game is divided into two rounds, until the winner emerges.

But inside this sign, there is a special white sign.

There is nothing on the white lottery, and those who get the white lottery can directly advance to the next round of competition.

When Xiao Lan'er saw Ye Xiyue, she walked over straight away, keeping her head down, not daring to look at Huang Junye.

Ye Xiyue glanced at Huang Junye, and pulled Xiao Lan'er to her side.

"Xiyue, I will also participate in today's sword fight meeting. I'm afraid I won't even pass the first round."

"It's okay, your sword is much better than mine, I dare to come out and participate without fear of losing, what are you afraid of?"

Xiao Lan'er smiled, "You are still the best at comforting people, but Xiyue, look over there..."

Xiao Lan'er pointed in the direction of Bing Wu, Ye Xiyue looked over, there were many people around.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look at Huang Junye, "Why don't you go and have a look?"

Regarding the relationship between Bing Wu and him, she didn't ask too much. To her, these are not important, she is not interested.

Huang Junye's face darkened, "Why should I go there?"

"Acquaintances meet, at least say hello."

"No need." The originally fine person suddenly became extremely cold.

Xiao Lan'er held Ye Xiyue's hand tightly, for fear that the handsome man in front of her would accidentally lose her temper.

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(End of this chapter)