Lan Tianfang said a lot of polite words, such as expressing honor to everyone's arrival, etc. Then there was the famous flower drum performance of Lan Town with a very national characteristic. A group of girls in colorful clothes beat the crisp and moving little drum sounds in their white hands holding drumsticks tied with red silk, which was quite pleasing to the eye.

After all the ceremonies were over, Lan Tianfang announced that the competition for the bride began. The rules were very simple, just a few items, but others were not allowed to replace them, and they had to play on their own. Malicious injuries, no matches on the court, etc., etc., etc., all the young masters sneered at it and did not take it seriously at all.

It’s okay if you don’t allow it. Everything else is just listening. In the face of real interests, hurting people? Fighting each other? I’m afraid that it’s all trivial matters. When you really want to be furious for your interests, it’s possible not to mention hurting people and fighting each other, killing people and tearing people and corpses.

Of course, the Lan family will try their best to prevent such a thing from happening, but no one can guarantee whether there is any in case. If such a thing really happens, as the organizer, the Lan family, besides expressing regrets, can only leave the rest to the two companies to deal with themselves.

Everyone was already standing on a temporary track made with white ash. Liang Chen was moving his body and squinted his eyes and looked forward. The track was not long, at most only one hundred meters, but it seemed that it was not easy to run over with a round and light table tennis ball with glass on such a track. It not only requires physical strength, speed, but also skill.

However, Liang Chen was a little funny in his heart. In his heart, this competition was like a peasant sports meeting, which was actually held in this way. It was really interesting. However, he did not dare to take it lightly. After all, although the children of those big families were arrogant and unruly, those aristocratic families must have strong confidence in them, and they must not be so easy to meet with, and they must have outstanding features. He could despise them strategically, but not tactically. In that case, he would be the one who was defeated in the end.

The wooden boards and table tennis balls have been handed to everyone. The wooden boards are square and half a meter square. The ping-pong balls are rolling around when they are put on. If you are not careful, the ball will easily roll to the ground. It is okay to hold them flat, but if you run, it is probably not that easy.

At this moment, the expressions on the faces of the children of the aristocratic families became serious, and they were holding the wooden board carefully, just like holding the tablets of their own ancestors, for fear that if the ball accidentally went down, it would be automatically eliminated after falling three times.

Lan Tianfang personally held the starting gun, and shot towards the sky.

Then, the children of the aristocratic families ran forward with the balls, but a few of them ran a little more anxiously, but they blew the ping-pong balls down with one blow to the wind from the front. Several people quickly picked up the balls and put them on the wooden board, and continued to move forward, but they had already fallen a lot.

This thing is originally a kind of sport that is too haste. The more you want to fall the ball, the greater the chance of it falling. Running quickly will definitely not work.

Liang Chen held the ball and walked forward without hesitation. The ball was always controlled at the center dot, and his steps were big, fast and steady. In a blink of an eye, he had already walked dozens of meters away with big strides, and the ball had not fallen once.

He turned around and glanced at him. There were about twenty people walking side by side with him. The gap was not big. Instead, he was slightly surprised. It seemed that the children of these aristocratic families were not given in vain. Long Tianxing was standing with him in the distance, and he still had time to turn his head and look at him and smile. Liang Chen smiled politely.

Song Mingyi, who was next to him, actually followed, only half a step behind Liang Chen. However, at this moment, he was a little bit gritted and looked very ferocious. He tried his best to control the small balls rolling around on the wooden board, and his grinning look was very funny.

"Mr. Song, relax and relax, there is no need to be so painful." Liang Chen turned forward easily, turning his head to tease.

"Go to you, you..." Song Mingyi cursed angrily, but when he was lost, the wind blew in front of him, and the ping-pong ball bones rolled down.

Liang Chen laughed loudly, and in a few steps he had already dropped him far away. He was left in a hurry to put the ball on the wooden board again, and continued to grin and continue to trot forward with the ball in pain, but he had already dug all the eighteen generations of Liang Chen's ancestors in his heart.

However, no matter how powerful Liang Chen is, this game is indeed a bit difficult. In addition, the weather is not beautiful, and there are gusts of strong winds. As a result, the ball fell twice. When he finally came to the end of the track carefully, he was not careful that the ping-pong ball on the wooden board of the big family from Beihe Province, who was by his side, fell down suddenly. This was the third time he had fallen. According to the rules, he should be automatically eliminated.

A storm of darkness appeared in his eyes. The child of the aristocratic family grinded his teeth and suddenly pretended to fall. He rushed forward and hugged Liang Chen's leg, and was about to trip Liang Chen to the ground by taking advantage of accidentally falling. These aristocratic families were very dark in their minds, which was typical of harming others and not being beneficial to themselves. Since they were eliminated, the people who were approaching should not be able to think about it. Next to the track, all kinds of rude curses had already sounded. Many people had hit the tricks of the people next to them. Several of them were automatically eliminated and had already started to fight on the field. Fortunately, the guards came to stop them in time, so the scene was not out of control.

However, Liang Chen had been wary of this move and jumped forward. When he landed, he had already passed by the man and finally arrived at the end of the track.

The man didn't hold Liang Chen and didn't care about his face. He rolled onto the track of another person. He stretched out his legs and kicked it, and directly tripped the child of the aristocratic family who had worked hard to hold the ball and finally ran to the end of the track.

As a result, this was the third time that the man had lost his hand. He was very angry and scolded him quickly. He swung his fist and smashed him at the children of the big family. The two of them were hit in an instant, and the dirty words were flying all over the sky, which made Liang Chen feel a little disdainful. It seemed that these so-called children of the big family were just like this. After stripping off the halo of the family on their appearance, they were not much different from those small citizens in the city. It was just that the power of the family made them stand tall and had more confidence in speaking.

"Brother Liang, you're doing a good job." Long Tianxing in the distance smiled at him, as if he was very appreciative, and did not treat him as an opponent at all.

Liang Chen smiled back and quickly stepped on the narrow sand pit of about a hundred square meters, but as soon as he stepped on it, his feet felt a pain. He raised his feet, frowned and looked down, and saw a little light in the sand under his feet. He used his toes to push the surrounding sand and looked away, and his brows frowned even tighter. It was actually a steel needle, standing upside down in the sand pit, with a little blood on it. It was this steel needle that pierced the soles of the shoe just now.

As soon as Long Tianxing stepped into the sand pit, he also frowned and retracted his feet. He pulled up his soles and saw a sharp steel needle stuck on the soles of his shoes. It seemed that he was also injured.

"Oh my, what the hell is this?" There were also bursts of ghost crying around at the same time. The 20 children of aristocratic families who were lucky enough to run to the finish line with the ball, hugging their feet, and they were all caught.

Liang Chen used his foot to push away the steel needle, but he felt a little uncomfortable. Logically, it should be clear that Lantian should have put these ghost things, but why didn't you tell him before? Is it just because of fairness? But this is a terrible fairness? Lantian wanted to win the championship, so what if I reveal the specific details in advance? After all, this is not a real game, it's just a battle for interests.

What are you thinking about when I put this blue sky? Don’t he want to win the championship?

But now I don’t have time to think about those things. Liang Chen frowned and stepped on the ground that had just fallen, confirming that there were no more steel needles under him. Then he inserted his toes into the ground and gently pushed forward.

"Brush la" the sand and soil surging, and the shiny steel needles had already surged with the sand and soil, and there were two small iron nails. However, a "cry" sound came from the upper. Liang Chen frowned again, looked down and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He saw that the steel needles were not only steel needles and iron nails on the ground, but also two sharp iron sheets, with sharp sharp angles and sharp fractures flashing in the sun. He raised his shoes and took a look again. The best pair of sports shoes had already made a huge hole by those iron sheets. If he had to go up like this a few more times, he might have been ruined before he could get to the end.

Liang Chen couldn't help but curse in his heart, and didn't know who came up with this perverted sand pit test method. The small sand pit was simply full of mechanisms.

There was no choice but to pick up the nails with the bottle carefully. In this case, he had no good idea. He could only walk forward carefully like crossing the river, and the progress was extremely slow. Moreover, it would not be easy to pick out a hundred nails that were not much different from buttons and similar in color to sand from this two-meter-long sand pit, even without these mechanisms.

There was a sound of ghosts around them, and the children of the aristocratic families were all caught, with blood on their hands and feet. One of them was eager to ask for friendship and rushed into the sand pit. As a result, the steel needle was directly pierced through the soles of the feet. There was no way to continue and he had to be carried out directly outside the venue for emergency treatment.
Chapter completed!