Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

The drawing of lots is still done according to yesterday's method.

After last night's elimination, there were only more than 2,000 people left on the field.

This time the lottery was not as coincidental as yesterday. Gu Panxia drew another person's name, and her name was drawn another person.

In other words, today, she will compete with two people at the same time.

Looking at the names on the list, Gu Panxia couldn't help but sigh.

Sometimes, the things she thinks about often don't come true. For example, she keeps praying that she can draw Du Tang's name, but no matter what, God never receives her prayers.

Lu Yuan's luck seemed much better than that of Gu Panxia.

The person he drew also drew him, which meant that he only had to fight once.

The arena is still the same as yesterday, but there are thousands more spectators than yesterday.

Most of them were eliminated yesterday. Some people had bandages on their heads, some were wearing crutches, and some had bruises and swollen faces. Still, it couldn't stop their passion for coming to watch the game.

As the drum beats, it means that the game is about to begin.

The people in the audience were excited to watch the show, and the people on the stage were extremely nervous.

As the voice of the city guard elder rang out, the names of the contestants were read out one by one.

When she heard that the first match of the second arena was Du Tang, Gu Panxia raised her eyebrows and looked over there unconsciously.

However, they saw that the person competing with Du Tang was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was tall and had a serious face. In terms of temperament, he was not inferior to Du Tang at all.

The man bowed slightly to Du Tang, but Du Tang just snorted coldly and took the lead in moving his hands.

The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, and he stretched out his hand to block Du Tang's palm, and the two of them took a few steps back at the same time.

Du Tang didn't seem to expect that the middle-aged man in front of him could not only take over his palm, but also be as strong as him.

Gu Panxia only heard a young man standing behind her laugh and joke: "It seems that there are quite a few dark horses this year!"

"Who is that person?" someone asked.

The young man shook his head, "I don't know either."

Gu Panxia turned around and took a look at the young man, only to see that he had a slender figure, dark hair shawl, narrow eyebrows, and a face like a crown jewel. There was actually a charm flowing in his eyes while talking and laughing.

Gu Panxia couldn't help but sigh, what a charming and handsome young man!

Of course, this person is a bit inferior to Lu Yuan.

She looked towards Lu Yuan and happened to catch his gaze.

She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she actually saw a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Thinking that she had just secretly looked at the young man behind her, Gu Panxia couldn't help but understand something.

Come to think of it, Na Si is probably jealous again.

Her red lips curled up slightly and she winked at him. Her originally beautiful face had a hint of daughterly playfulness.

Lu Yuan was startled, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Is this girl probably aware of her displeasure?

Gu Panxia smiled at him, turned her head back, and set her sights on the second arena again.

But over there, Du Tang and the middle-aged man were fighting endlessly, fighting back and forth, and for a while they couldn't tell the difference.

Gu Panxia frowned slightly. She didn't want Du Tang to lose in the second match. If that happened, how would she avenge her master?

I don’t know whether God heard her prayer or Du Tang used some tricks. At the last moment, the middle-aged man was knocked away by his palm and fell straight under the ring.

The man coughed lightly while covering his chest, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

Apparently, he was poisoned!

Gu Panxia's lips curled up with a trace of sarcasm. Sure enough, since he was not strong enough to fight against his opponent, he could only resort to the unsavory method of poisoning.