The Blood Banquet is located next to the Presbyterian Church. Fang Xiao always felt that its appearance was very similar to the football field in his original world. The only difference is that it is not open-air. There is a large and active platform in the middle of the banquet. All around it are stands for the audience to use. In normal times, beast fighting or slave wars are held here for the nobles to entertain and enjoy. The Xitai tribe is also held here during grand festivals or memorial service.

"Here! Here! I have already set a good position!"

Gelan led Fang Xiao, Fei and Renn to the center of the stands.

"Why do I always realize that you are a prince because of these trivial little benefits..." Fang Xiao said helplessly.

There are all the same seats in the stands of this blood banquet. There are no private rooms designed specifically for nobles or princes. The only difference is the quality of the seats.

The three of them came to Gelanzhi's seat, which was located in the center of the Blood Banquet. The height was just right. They could not only see the whole picture of the entire venue, but also not to see the details too far away. It was indeed the best position to have a view.

But there are only three empty seats.

"What a pity, there are only these three places left, hehe..."

Ge Lan made an arrangement: "I'll sit in the middle, you two are on both sides, Fei'er will let her brother hold her, okay?"

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"Okay! Don't be sad, the competition will begin soon." Fang Xiao hugged Fei, who was sitting on his lap and began to doze, comforting Ge Lan, who was missing expression beside him.

"Xiao'er, don't forget to send a message to the teacher." Rennes, who was sitting on the other side of Glen, habitually ignored Glen, who was in a depressed mood, and reminded Fang Xiao: "The teacher has explained it."

"Oh! I really forgot without your reminder!" After saying that, Fang Xiao cut his fingers with his nails and squeezed out a drop of blood. The blood was suspended in the air under Fang Xiao's control and slowly turned into a small bat with dark body. Fang Xiao said something to the bat, but the people around him could not hear any sound. After completing these, the wings of the little bat facilitator flew away.

The blood clan members in the venue began to get busy, and the third phase of the test was about to begin. The whole banquet was noisy and noisy, and the atmosphere was extremely warm. Gelan was also infected by the atmosphere and recovered his spirit. He swears: "I must make enough chips this year to win the first place!"

Fang Xiao shook his head: "Our family is much different from the Simon school and the Hudson school. It is not cost-effective to strive for the first place. Our goal is to find a bargain and see if we can find a talent with great potential but not very high rankings."

"But the number ones in the past years have now become the backbone of major factions," Gelan hesitated. "It's a pity if he doesn't fight for them."

"The first place in the actual combat stage is here! I haven't seen you give me much benefit." Fang Xiao glanced at him dissatisfiedly and pointed at himself.

At this moment, eleven elders walked into the field, followed by twenty-six pairs of contestants participating in the third stage. The atmosphere in the blood banquet reached its peak in an instant, and the crowds were noisy in the banquet.

The elders did not stop the clans' celebrating, and Elder No. 1 announced loudly in a louder voice.

"The third phase of the title assessment conference will start now!"

The cheers were everywhere, deafening.

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The forest in the early morning was a little cold, and the sky was light and bright. In the kitchen of the patriarch's mansion, Sand, dressed in neat waiter clothes, was carefully wiping the tableware in front of him. It was not until the knife in his hand clearly reflected the neat stubble on his chin clearly reflected the neat stubble on his chin like a mirror that Sand put it down with satisfaction.

The water on the stove had boiled. Sand took out a tray with a set of exquisite tea sets on it. When the water temperature cools down the optimal temperature, Sand began to make tea. For a moment, the tea fragrance in the kitchen was everywhere.

A small black figure penetrated into the kitchen through the window. Sand did not raise his head, but reached out and grabbed it in his hand. Then he bent down, took out a clean plate from the cabinet, placed the black bat in his hand on the plate, and brought it out of the kitchen with a tray and a tea set.

Norman sat in front of the copywriting in his study and carefully flipped through the thick book in his hand. He had already replied to his original appearance. The only difference was that the copywriting in front of him was much newer than the previous one.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

A knock on the door

"Sander? Come in"

Norman's eyes did not take away from the book, because this was repeated for hundreds of years in Norman's life.

The sound of opening the door, closing the door, and familiar footsteps.

The sound of making tea, the sound of the collision of tea cups gently placed on the copywriting, the familiar fragrance of tea.

Norman looked up to pick up the teacup, accidentally saw the dark little thing in Sand's tray, and smiled: "Such an ugly little guy! Only Xiao'er can do it." Then he pointed with his hand, and the dark little bat opened the most, but it made a sound that the two people were extremely familiar with.

"Teacher! We have won the first place in the second stage. This time, the old man must have bleeding his wallet. Remember to say more good things to me..."

“……”

After listening to it, Norman closed the thick book in his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"Xiao'er did a good job." Sand stood beside him and said with a smile

"Now start saying good things for him?" Norman smiled and said, "You will be heading towards him. You mean I'm going to be ready for a heavy bleeding?"

"I think this is what it should be." Sand said: "It's hard for Xiaoer to get the first place. I can give him a reward that satisfies him."

"Satisfied him? Haha..." Norman looked in a good mood and asked Sand, "A little brat who dared to ask me for a legendary spear, what did you say to satisfy him?"

Sand smiled and shook his head. Norman drank all the tea in his cup, stood up, and began to slowly pace in the study. After thinking for a long time, he finally spoke to Sand.

"After the conference, let Xiao'er come here. An old friend is coming to visit me. Let Xiao'er meet him too..."

"Okay." Sand said, while pouring Norman a hot cup of tea.

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"The winner is Doyle Hitta and his family member Lak!!!"

"Win!!!"

“Good!!!!”

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As the referee who presided over the game announced the result of the game! A huge cheer burst out from the stands!

There are a total of twenty-six teams in the battle stage. First, they are divided into thirteen groups by drawing lots, and two teams in each group will fight. In the end, the thirteen pairs of winners and three pairs of good performing teams selected from the losers will form the top 16 and will directly conduct the knockout round.

In the previous selection stage, the venue was four, and four games were held at the same time, and the progress was very fast. The knockout stage was held one by one. The current competition for the top four is in progress. The game has reached a white-hot stage.

"Those two people just now are very strong!" Ge Lan exclaimed: "And their opponents, although they lost, they can be seen to have great potential, especially the master, who has excellent talent for wind-type blood magic! Rennes, help me write them down!"

Renn frowned and looked at the neatly lined up twenty pairs of names in his hand, and couldn't help but wonder: "You really think... the people you clicked on the name and asked me to remember are the people you should win over?"

"Yes," Glen thought for a moment: "They all have great potential and are worth cultivating."

"Brother Ren, have everyone's names been recorded?" Fang Xiao joked.

"It's just six left!"

"I guessed it would be like this." Fang Xiao wanted to pass the paper and pen in Renn's hand, and drew the names of several people from the paper, and handed them to Gelan: "The circles have failed. You can choose five of them. Then choose three of the remaining people, and that's almost done."

"This is too difficult to choose..." Although Ge Lan said this, she quickly drew out the names of eight people with a pen. Seeing these names, Fang Xiao had to admire Ge Lan in this regard.

Fang Xiao and Gelan are completely different people. Fang Xiao likes to think when fighting, and uses all the factors that can be used to gradually accumulate advantages and eventually defeat the opponent. Gelan is not good at doing this, but he has a sharp sense of smell that far exceeds ordinary people in battle. He relies on his precise intuition and beast-like instincts in battle to directly hit the enemy's weaknesses and will never win. Although this can be achieved through the accumulation of experience in countless battles, it is more like a natural talent for Gelan.

At this moment, the cheers in the blood banquet rose again, and only the people who presided over the conference announced: "The battle for the semifinals! McGeethy vs. Brandon Hite, now start!"

As soon as he heard the name of McGee, Fang Xiao stopped everything else and began to concentrate on observing the next game. McGee had played several games before, and cooperated with his partner to defeat his opponent with the low-level earth blood magic. They all won by relying on a slight advantage when they were evenly matched. There was no abnormality, but Fang Xiao always felt something was wrong with McGee.

The opponents of the two were a rare pair of blood clans who practiced melee physical training at the same time. Zach, a relative of McGee, stood in front and waved his heavy fists to fight the two. McGee stood behind, uninterruptedly releasing his magic and helping Zach meet the enemy. The three of them in front fought together, with their fists and feet intertwined, bare hands fighting, and pure physical strength. The competition is most likely to stimulate people's bloodiness and make the audience cheer loudly.

Zach saw his opponent's fist wrapped in red fighting spirit and rushed towards him. He shouted loudly, without dodging or avoiding, and habitually used his fist to face it head-on. One or two people could see the air waves that could be seen with the naked eye spread out as the center. This passionate fighting method attracted the screams of the audience.

A slight sound of bone fractures came into Zach's ears.

Zach picked up his eyelids and unconsciously licked his lips.

It doesn't matter if there is more such a wonderful sound, right? It shouldn't be noticed...

The opponent covered his hand with pain and took several steps back. When he raised his head, he saw Zach's twisted face that was close to him!

How could it be so fast!

When Zach saw his opponent lifting his other hand to defend himself, he lifted his hammer-like fist and smashed it hard!

Click!
Chapter completed!