On the platform.

Zhou Mo turned to look at the military advisor.

"What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, the military advisor carefully thought about the king's meaning.

Did the king discover something, or just ask his own opinion?

It's time to analyze it.

"My king, in Chen Ge's condition just now, it is enough to see that his magic power has been exhausted. Because Chen Ge does not cultivate his body, he has exhausted after several battles. It is expected to be defeated by Bai Gu's hands. But in my opinion, this is Bai Gu's luck. Chen Ge, who lost most of his combat power, was drawn to draw lots."

Listening to the military advisor's analysis, Zhou Mo felt that it made sense.

Seeing that the king had no intention of continuing to ask, the military advisor breathed a sigh of relief.

All of this is because Chen Ge is too young and has insufficient acting skills and needs to be tempered.

The military advisor turned his head and looked at Dean Liu.

Needless to say, Dean Liu fully understood the meaning of this look.

After Chen Ge returns to the preaching temple, he will definitely be taught by him, President Liu.

...

"The second game, Ye Sheng of Huaji Taoist Temple, fight against Wuji Holy Land King Qi."

Soon, the second game began.

In the competition area.

One side was in good condition twice, while the other side experienced two rounds of fighting, and was covered in injuries and had a vague posture of being unable to support it.

"Who is stronger and weaker than this Wang Qi and Chen Ge?" Zhou Mo turned around and asked.

The Master Wuji immediately replied: "Senior, this is a bit hard to say, but these two little guys are in the same realm. Even if there is a gap, it is not very big."

"That's how it is."

Zhou Mo nodded and then said, "Then this girl will definitely win."

The Lord of the Huaji Dao smiled behind him.

The girl in white clothes and holding a long sword in her hand in the competition area was his daughter Ye.

He looked at each other with the Holy Lord Wuji.

Sorry, this game is sure to win.

The Saint Lord Wuji shrugged and didn't care. If he hadn't been concerned about the presence of his senior, he would have laughed disdainfully at this moment.

What's the use of being beautiful? It's fancy and can't be eaten as a food.

If you meet my holy son of Wuji Holy Land in the next round of lottery, believe it or not and beat your daughter to tears with one punch.

"Senior Brother Wang, please."

Ye Sheng raised his hand and was very polite.

"good!"

Wang Qi nodded. He had no polite capital in his state.

In an instant, his right leg exerted force, and his whole body was like a cannonball, raised his fist and directly rushed towards Ye Sheng.

"Sher!"

The sword was unsheathed and the tip of the sword was lifted.

Wang Qi's fist suddenly stopped at a distance of only three inches from Ye Sheng's cheek.

The strong fist wind stirred up the girl's long soft hair.

"I lost..."

Wang Qi swallowed, felt the cold sword tip pressing against his neck, and cold sweat broke out from behind.

Sure enough, it is impossible to become a saint son or saint of a force without some real ability.

Wang Qi was convinced.

...

On the platform.

"This sword is good." Zhou Mo commented.

"It is the honor of this girl to be able to get such a sentence from the senior." The Lord Huaji smiled.

The Holy Lord Wuji and Dean Liu curled their lips disdainfully.

"Looking forward to the fourth round and the last one."

Zhou Mo sat on the chair, crossed his legs and looked at him happily.

The military advisor lowered his head and thought about it.

The king obviously wanted to see two juniors in good condition fighting.

He looked back and took a look.

Arrange immediately.

The three of Wuji Saint Lords looked at each other.

receive.

...

Soon, noon was past.

Most of the practice competition has been held.

Eight people were left in the audience.

The eight people who were eliminated before held another round of competition, and the ninth and tenth places were selected.

Among the remaining eight people, they were in very good condition.

"When the bones are finished, I may have to get eighth place." Zhou Mo said.

"My King, the competition has not started yet, everything may be possible." The military advisor said with a smile.

Zhou Mo glanced at it.

"If the bones can still advance, I will doubt that you are doing shady things. Look at the current situation, you can tell that the bones can no longer advance, okay?"

I don’t want to say anything. Does the military advisor trust the white bones too much?

Without considering anything else, Zhou Mo decided that White Bone could not continue to advance.

The military advisor touched his chin.

If the white bones advance again, it means that the king’s statement is wrong and will also slap the king in the face.

Then...the bones will take the eighth place.

The military advisor looked at Elder Wu Ji who was carrying the lottery box.

After sensing the military advisor's gaze, Elder Wu Ji walked to the competition area as if nothing had happened.

"The draw starts."

The first draw was a disciple of the Apostle.

"You are in good health and it seems that you have the chance to get a ranking." Elder Wu Ji smiled and said as he drew lots.

The disciples of the Apostle opened the note.

There are two words written on it: White bones.

Thinking about what the elder Wu Ji just said, the disciples of the Preaching Academy realized it.

Mobilized his magic power.

The old wound that was about to explode quietly disappeared.

As for where this old wound came from, it is really not clear which one is.

...

"The first game, Long Tao, the Mission Palace, fought against the White Bone."

The elder Huaji brought the bones to the field.

"No need to watch it, you're defeated."

Zhou Mo shook his head.

Sure enough, the White Bone was defeated in just a few seconds after both sides played.

This is Long Tao who gave him face, otherwise he would not be able to catch a single move of bones.
To be continued...