Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

There was almost a sea of ​​people in front of the martial arts competition arena.

On the ring, the city guard elder smiled and said: "Welcome everyone to come and participate in the triennial martial arts conference. As in previous years, the competition will be divided into three days. The third round will be decided by the three winners. The final winner will be A showdown with the previous martial arts leader, the winner will take the place of the martial arts leader."

As soon as the city guard elder's words came out, all the masters were eager to give it a try.

The leaders of the martial arts league did not dare to think about it, but as long as they could reach the top of the Hundred Sticks, they would have no regrets.

The Jianghu ranking list is divided into two lists, one is the hundred list, and the other is the ten list.

Of course, people pay more attention to the people on the ten list than on the hundred list.

"Now, I announce that the martial arts conference has officially begun!"

As soon as the city guard elder finished speaking, everyone raised their hands and shouted, and in an instant, the noise was endless.

As a burst of drums sounded, people performing lion dances came on stage one after another.

A lively lion dance performance began and then ended under the attention of everyone.

The second performance was a sword dance. The performer was a group of young men and women dressed in white. They danced to the sound of drums with graceful and elegant movements and as gentle as the wind.

As the sword dance ended, the bell rang for the preliminary round of the martial arts conference.

The crowd that was originally watching the bustle suddenly became serious.

There are more than 5,000 contestants this year, all of whom are middle-level or above experts.

There are five stages in total. On the middle stage, someone moved a huge wooden box onto it.

The city guard elder stepped onto the middle stage again and said: "As in previous years, this wooden box contains the signatures of the names of the contestants. If each other's name is drawn, they are each other's opponents. Now, please invite all contestants Come on stage and draw lots.”

This is a very tense process, and the contestants with average strength are praying in their hearts not to draw those strong ones.

This is a random process. Gu Panxia watched Lu Yuan laugh and said, "What if we draw each other from the beginning?"

Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Then what should you do?"

Gu Pan Xia Yingying smiled, "I... naturally will fight to the end."

"Oh?" Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It seems that you are bound to win the position of leader of the martial arts alliance?"

Gu Panxia raised her chin and chuckled, "Not bad!"

Lu Yuan smiled in relief and said no more.

Just when Gu Panxia thought he would remain silent, he suddenly said: "If it is really that unfortunate, then my husband will have no choice but to give in."

Gu Panxia looked at him with a smile but not a smile and said, "Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to fight me?"

Lu Yuan sighed quietly, pretending to be helpless and said: "There is no way, for the sake of my wife and my husband, I can only do it!"

Gu Panxia snorted lightly and followed the crowd into a long queue.

Lu Yuan lined up behind her, looking around intentionally or unintentionally, with defensive eyes.

He bent down and whispered a few words into Gu Panxia's ear. Gu Panxia raised her eyes and looked to the side, and saw an old man about the same age as Tianyao looking towards her for a moment.

Standing next to the old man were a group of people she was most familiar with. Those were none other than people from the Poison Sect.

The corners of Gu Panxia's lips raised slightly, and she no longer continued to look there, but withdrew her eyes.

The old man quickly walked toward them and joined the queue.