Both fighters in the match started their own pre-game drills.

Wang Jin calmed down and used a thin straw to gradually mobilize the mood of the white and purple general inch by inch, bringing out the fighting spirit from its peacefulness.

But I saw that he was carrying the grass with great care and thought. Gradually, he speeded up the movement of carrying the grass. When the grass fell like flying and the breeze came to the surface, the white and purple general, who was originally calm, had already started to fight, and his belly was bulging.

Chirping is about to happen.

Anyone who knows anything knows that this insect's temper has been aroused and it's just a matter of a fight.

Opposite her, Zhao Chonghuan didn't pay attention to any movement around her, and she didn't teach us how to cut grass like other people.

She first put down the small bamboo stick at hand, and then calmly took out a brocade bag from her sleeve. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, she took out a small drum - the drum was as small as a palm, and then

She tried hitting the drum head with a small bamboo joint, and it made a crisp sound.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this situation, couldn't help but look at each other, and then turned back.

Even Wang Jin raised his eyes and glanced at the opposite side, his eyes vaguely dark.

Jia Zixian, who was standing aside, seemed particularly interested and wanted to touch it, but his chubby little paws were slapped away by his cousin without thinking.

Instead, it was Xie Changhuai. He could clearly see it from behind. Her actions made a faint light of surprise appear in his eyes, like a fish jumping on the surface of a wave, fleeting.

Zhao Chonghuan seemed to have prepared the materials before he gently opened Jia Zijing's exquisite and unusually carved dragon-panxucheng ground jar.

She peered at the silent insects inside, and the Fire King also stared at her as if sensing something, each one looking at each other.

Suddenly, Zhao Chonghuan picked up a bamboo stick and put it to his lips and blew gently, a melodious whistle sounded out, and then he tapped the snare drum every three or two syllables to match the beat.

The nun was still silent in the jar, but when he heard the sound, he first backed away cautiously, then stopped and shook his head as if he was listening carefully.

Soon, the Fire Lord was like a dancer dancing in a square, and began to move to the beats of whistles and drums, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, back and forth, left and right, twisting and turning, the sky balanced the earth's axis, fish and cranes lined up, and every one was in the right spot.

This scene made everyone present stunned and stared at the jar of water in bewilderment. Apart from the incredible sound of drums and whistles, there was only the movement of some people who were so surprised that they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

When Xie Changhuai looked at this, his eyebrows relaxed slightly.

His girl is a stranger!

By the time Zhao Zhong's fantasy song ended, the Fire Lord's elytra were already fluttering and his belly was heaving. It was obvious that he was also ready.

There was a black pottery jar with a plum pattern engraved in the middle of the table. It looked like a bucket jar that had been soaked in old tea for many years and had long lost its energy.

"Is it okay?" Wang Jin asked calmly.

He didn't urge him, he just stared calmly at Zhao Chonghuan, who was blowing whistles and drums opposite him. But behind the scenes that no one could observe, there were thousands of waves of swaying water vapor, shrouded in dark clouds.

"That's enough!" Zhao Chonghuan replied calmly, but everyone could see that he was doing it with ease, and they couldn't help but marvel in their hearts.

All the judges were waiting with bated breath, and the shock in their hearts was far from complete.

Jia Zixian, the little yellow pillar on one side, was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, and his face flushed with excitement - Brother Zhao can actually teach Chong'er to dance. This skill is so amazing that he must learn it too!

Both of them were put into old clay pots by the fighting master——

I saw one person pulling grass, another blowing whistle and beating drums, a pair of weavers were equally matched, and a fierce battle began.

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Chapter completed!