Misidentifying his own father: the supernatural son, the spiritual doctor mother

Chapter 49 The following gaze of a beautiful man [9]

Nangong Chenyan also appeared without any suspense. The top three on the stage, Nangong Chenyan in red, Dugu Lan in black, and Yan Zixiao in moon-white dress, seemed the weakest.

He has always followed a stable and hard-working line, not like a domineering one, but a mysterious and cold one. Although his performance has always been considered stable in the top three, he has the fewest supporters.

"I hope elder brother won't draw Prince Duan." Yan Zimo prayed for his elder brother.

Prince Duan lost to Yan Zixiao by only one move in the last round. If a master fights a move, he can easily be overtaken by one move.

As the party who has a better relationship with the Yan family brothers, Lin Xiaoling also naturally sided with Yan Zixiao, hoping that Feng Yi would lose to Yan Zixiao.

But the world is so coincidental, Yan Zixiao was unlucky to get Prince Duan.

All of a sudden, No.3, which has the least number of supporters, became a hot topic.

There was a new round of betting in the audience, betting on whether Zixiao would fail to make it to the finals, and betting on whether Prince Duan would be able to break into the top three this time.

"Mother, who do you think will win?" Seeing Lin Xiaoling's serious expression, Xiao Xiaoling couldn't help asking.

Lin Xiaoling sighed: "I think Prince Duan looks very aura. He is only 20 years old. In terms of growth and development, he is in full swing. Brother Yan is already 27. Whether it is physical fitness or the acceptance of new knowledge, he is better than the other party. It's a little bit worse, I think it's a bit overhanging."

"Mother, do you want to say that the eldest son wins?"

"Of course, I don't know that Prince Duan, so why support him?" Lin Xiaoling nodded solemnly.

"I understand." Xiao Xiaoling nodded and patted his mother on the shoulder, "Don't worry, the eldest son will definitely win."

Lin Xiaoling waved his hand: "Okay, okay, don't comfort me, fists and feet have no eyes, in fact, I just want the eldest son to be in a better mood."

Xiao Xiaoling pouted, his mother didn't know all his abilities, she actually underestimated him in the inn before, this time he wanted to show her how great he was.

After all, Xiao Xiaoling has not been in contact with this world for a long time. Although he has grown up rapidly, he still doesn't have a clear grasp of the minds of adults, and he just wants to express himself.

Lin Xiaoling didn't realize her son's state of mind at the moment, she was all focused on the game, she was afraid that if she was distracted, she would notice the eyes staring at her from the stands behind her.

Is that guy in Yuemanlou looking at Yan Zimo or her?
The first day of the competition was extremely exciting, because Yan Zixiao not only drew Duan Wang, but also the fourth player.

Dealing with Duan Wang is already a very exhausting task, and he has to fight four people a day, whether it is to fight three first and then Duan Wang, or first fight Duan Wang and then the other three, for him, it is actually very difficult. It's all very unfair.

But a game is a game. If you can't win the four top players in front of you, how can you keep the top three position and strive for a higher throne?
There are three players per person, and they are played at intervals. After each player is beaten, they can rest for two games, and then the competition will continue.

In order to ensure Yan Zixiao's strength, the battle qi chiefs specially arranged him first, and specially put his match with Prince Duan at the last.

Ten games are long and exciting, but the real excitement is the last game.

(End of this chapter)