As night falls, the noisy Hualiu District shows no sign of falling asleep. The streets and alleys are brightly lit, and the noisy and noisy sound of people can still be heard even on the thirteenth floor high-rise buildings.
The players of the Dongchen Empire have rested. The exquisite decoration on the thirteenth floor of Tianxiang Pavilion has amazed them who have just arrived here for a long time.
When they arrived, there was only Fei Ling in the room. After Yu Yue shouted, the few people quickly became as harmonious as before, and did not deliberately ask Fei Ling how he got here. His elusiveness was something that everyone was accustomed to.
Elder Lin kept his face dark and ignored the beauties around him. As soon as he arrived in the building, he drove all the outsiders out. He roughly explained the Ming Dynasty knockout match and urged everyone to meditate and practice. He went out alone, not knowing what he was doing.
"People from Jingyu Palace?" In the night outside the imperial city, the dim starlight reflected Xia Ling's terrified eyes. The little girl was so panicked for the first time.
"That's probably what it is. I only know about this today. You have any plans to decide for yourself."
"Fei Ling, what are your encounters?" Xia Ling closed her eyes slightly, her body trembled slightly. She gasped for a while and then asked softly.
"With oath constraints, there is nothing to tell you about these." Fei Ling said lightly, "In short, although you and I have an alliance oath, I will not do this now directly confronting people in the divine world! You can do it yourself and give up the plan to meet in the competition."
After saying that, Fei Ling turned around and left, leaving Xia Ling alone in the wilderness forest.
"Even if I give up, will my husband give up... If he was discovered and captured by Jingyu Palace, what's the point of living alone..." After a while, a trace of desolate smile appeared on the little girl's face.
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"Old ancestor! I am here to pay my respects to you!" In the Daqi Imperial City, a 14- or five-year-old short-haired sword-browed boy kneeled respectfully in the pavilion hall. This boy was No Star who had fought with Xia Ling, the captain of the first team of the Daqi Empire.
At this time, he no longer had the arrogance he had during the day, and his handsome face was more respectful and nervous.
"Is this old man that old?" A lazy and charming female voice sounded in the attic. The voice seemed weak, but after it entered the ears of Yixing, it still made him tremble with nervousness. "Are you Renyixing, my descendants of several generations?"
"Yes, it's the junior..." Ren Yixing suddenly panicked and didn't know how to call the Huohuang Fairy.
"Hehe, see that you are so nervous, does this holy look so vicious?"
"Ah, no, no!"
"Okay, get up," Fairy Huohuang said in a rather joking tone, "I heard that when you participated in this confrontation, the little guys in the Imperial City have also come to me to mention it many times. Come and let me see how good your kid is!"
"Yes!" He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had received an amnesty, and he stood up and walked towards the hall.
After a while, Ren Yixing walked out of the Zunhuang Pavilion with sweat on his head. The clothes all over his body seemed to have just been untied, and they were slightly wrinkled and uneven. There were a few more shy blushing on his slightly tender face.
"Is my ancestor doing this to improve my realm..." After leaving the Zunhuang Pavilion, Ren Yixing was both nervous and excited, "But I am her descendant, is this appropriate... Forget it, why do you think so much? Just follow the arrangements of the Holy Land Lord! My ancestor also asked me to come here every night in the future. It would be so lucky to be able to get her so favored!"
Thinking of this, Ren Yixing's face turned red a little more, "But my ancestors actually admired the representative team of Dongchen Empire so much! Just let me protect myself when I met them? This evaluation is too high. Dongchen Empire is just a fifth-rate force! I still have to watch the game in tomorrow's knockout match..."
The first thing in the mainland competition is.
The first sun has not yet warmed the entire earth. The morning mist is blown by the breeze, soaking the clothes of people who have woken up early with a hint of coolness.
On the outskirts of the Daqi Empire, there was a deserted martial arts arena. At this moment, there were crowds of people, but they were entering the venue in an orderly manner.
The martial arts arena was specially prepared by the Daqi Empire for the confrontation. There are tens of thousands of seats in the audience, and such venues will not be opened normally. Although today's Day is just a competition between the five-stage forces, it still attracted countless people to watch the game.
Although the cost of holding a confrontation competition is huge, no matter the venue, personnel or the prizes prepared, it is not something that the little empire can afford.
But the benefits of the competition are also considerable, and only very few rich people can afford the expensive live tickets. But the Empire uses special magic weapons to project the game scenes into specialized venues in many cities. This is not to charge additional tickets, but to another more considerable benefit: the competition bet.
The Empire that held the competition did not allow any private bets, but the Empire itself prepared a casino for the gamblers, allowing the excited subjects to bet on the team they liked, and the Empire could also earn a lot of gambling money.
All streets around the competition are blocked by soldiers wearing armor. Except for the nobles with tickets who can enter, more civilians gather in various projection venues.
To facilitate betting, all the knockout teams and their empire's ranking in the previous match were announced in advance in the projection, and betting can only be before the start of the game.
"Why are the odds so high today?" The crowds in the projector were no less than the competition scene. In the largest projector in the Imperial City, people were making their last bet before the game started.
"Yes! All empires basically pay 50 per loss, and the top three empires in the fifth tier in the last session also paid 30 per loss!"
"Hehe, you don't understand, right? The winners and losses of these five-rate empires are hard to say. The strength of each session is completely random, so the bets are very scattered. Moreover, the number of places in this competition has doubled. I don't know how many players who are just filling in the numbers have come, so the empire dares to give such high odds!"
"Yes, anyway, everyone bets randomly. No matter how high the odds are, the profit will be the empire!"
"The quota has doubled? I said, a small empire can have two teams on the list, so how can you place a bet like this!"
"You don't even know this? It's just the first game of the knockout round, just mess with luck..."
The Daqi Empire itself is a wealthy country. At such a grand event, the common people of this empire are more or less willing to spend some gambling funds to participate, and the number of them gathered together is quite considerable. Moreover, there are many people from other empires who will come all the way to join in the fun. No matter how high the odds given by such a casino are, they will basically make money without losses.
"Is Dongchen Empire? There are only two teams?" A thin figure wrapped in a white robe, and under the hood, a pair of bright eyes staring at the huge projection ahead with a little confusion. This person is Ren Yixing. His identity could have gone to the scene to watch the game without a ticket, but for some reason he came to the projection casino.
"The empires that my ancestors are so optimistic about, I will make a big profit today!" (To be continued.)