He prolonged his voice slightly so that everyone could hear the last name clearly.
Many people's expressions changed and they immediately looked at the Murong siblings.
Which one of these two people will be drawn?
If it's Murong Qing, then that's it, but if it's Murong Wan...that means Ye Xiyue will be the one to play!
Situ Liuyun, who was sitting lazily in his chair, suddenly became interested. He stood up and stared at the bamboo stick with interest.
He actually hoped that the one drawn was Ye Xiyue's.
The last time the two of them fought, neither of them actually tried their best, but they were just testing each other out.
He never felt satisfied.
If you can have a good fight this time, it will be a rare opportunity!
...
Qiao Qiaoqing whetted everyone's appetite. He held the finger of the bamboo stick and slowly moved it down to reveal the name.
"——Qing!"
Everyone reacted for a moment, and finally realized that the person who was drawn was Murong Qing!
For a moment, everyone had different reactions.
Situ Liuyun curled his lips slightly, and the excitement and fighting spirit burning in his eyes quickly faded, and he returned to his lazy and proud look.
Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is a look of regret.
This clearly shows that Murong Qing is not taken seriously.
Murong Qing, who was drawn, felt as if his heart was hit hard when he heard his name.
A vague uneasiness surged into my heart.
His opponent in the preliminary round was actually Situ Liuyun!?
In this case, he probably has no chance of winning!
In fact, Murong Qing is considered very outstanding at Nanshan College. Otherwise, even if he is a real prince, he is not qualified to stand here.
However, people are afraid of comparison.
There is still a certain gap between him and a practitioner of Situ Liuyun's level.
There are more than a dozen people from the other two academies present who may become his opponents. His strength is considered to be above average. As long as he is lucky, he can hope to reach the finals.
But now - this possibility is almost gone.
"Tsk, what a pity."
Situ Liuyun lazily stood up, took a long step, and headed towards the arena.
That sentence was originally just something he muttered to himself, but because the surroundings were too quiet, and the people standing in the square were all very powerful people, everyone could hear it clearly.
Murong Qing's face turned red instantly, but her lips turned extremely pale.
At this moment, he clearly felt a deep sense of humiliation!
He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down, and walked to the arena.
In the silence, Mu Lingzhi suddenly looked at Murong Wan and asked softly:
