Iron Cross Fire

"So, with the approval of the Queen, and after our discussion, today's competition will be divided into three games. One literary competition, two martial arts competitions!"

Speaking of this, Mingyue Xingjun looked at Ao Lin and Ao Tian with a smile: "Do both princes have any objections?"

Prince Ao Lin nodded, indicating that he had no objection.

"Haha!"

Prince Ao Tian chuckled and said with a confident face: "Today, the prince of Sakura Country has a sure win, so you can compete in any way you want." As he said that, he did not forget to look at Ao Lin provocatively.

Ao Lin just pretended not to see it.

Yue Feng sneered secretly. This Prince Ao Tian really didn't change his bad habits and was still so arrogant on the field.

"Since both princes have no objections, let the competition begin." At this time, Mingyue Xingjun said, and waved his hand, and immediately two fairies took the writing test questions and slowly came on stage.

At this time, Ao Tian and Ao Lin sat in front of the prepared tables respectively and began to write answers.

In the writing test, some questions were about how to govern the divine realm and even the three realms, and some were about how to become a qualified emperor in the future.

Swish...

The two princes were seen writing furiously.

However, Prince Aolin's handwriting was elegant and graceful, like a flying dragon and a dancing phoenix, which made people feel pleasing to the eye and relaxed. On the other hand, Prince Aotian's handwriting was average.

From the handwriting alone, it seemed that Prince Aolin was slightly better.

"Time is up!"

Half an hour later, with a loud shout from Mingyue Xingjun, the two princes handed in their papers one after another.

"Both princes are indeed talented and strategic." Soon, after checking the test questions, Mingyue Xingjun announced the results: "Today's writing competition, the two princes are evenly matched, and it is a tie."

When saying this, Mingyue Xingjun subconsciously glanced at the face of Empress Hua Zhao.

Damn!

As soon as the voice fell, Yue Feng's face changed.

Damn, this Mingyue Xingjun was obviously bribed by Empress Hua Zhao in advance. Judging from the handwriting, Prince Aolin was better than Aotian in the literary competition, but he said it was a tie?

Thinking of this, Yue Feng wanted to step forward to argue, but he still held back.

Wow!

At the same time, the surrounding priests were also in an uproar, and many of them whispered.

"In this first game, it seems that Prince Aolin is slightly better."

"Who said it wasn't? It's a pity that Prince Aolin's biological mother is no longer here... What can we do..."

"Alas..."

They could all see that Mingyue Xingjun was afraid of Empress Hua Zhao, so he favored Prince Aotian, but no one dared to say it.

Haha..

Hearing the announcement at this time, Prince Aotian couldn't help laughing, and looked at Ao Lin with contempt: "Ao Lin, when my father was still alive, he often said that you have good writing skills, but this prince is not bad either."

Ao Lin smiled and ignored it.

At this time, at the signal of Empress Hua Zhao, Mingyue Xingjun stepped onto the stage again: "The remaining two matches are martial arts competitions, one for marching and formation, and the other for strength competition."

As he spoke, Mingyue Xingjun waved to the audience, and nearly a hundred divine soldiers came up in neat steps.

"Pick some from each side, and conduct offensive and defensive battles. The winner wins this match."

After the last word fell, Mingyue Xingjun quickly stepped back.

Swoosh!

At this moment, Prince Aotian walked up slowly, looking at Ao Lin with a smile: "Ao Lin, you are my younger brother, I will let you go in this match, whether to attack or defend, you choose first."

When he said this, Prince Aotian looked confident. In the past few days, he and Haotian Shenwang have learned a lot of marching and formation methods, so he is naturally full of confidence.

Prince Ao Lin smiled slightly: "I don't care, let my brother choose first."

"Okay!"

Ao Tian had no intention of letting him go, and when he saw Ao Lin say this, he immediately sneered: "Then I will choose to attack." As he said that, he picked fifty magic soldiers.

Prince Ao Lin looked indifferent, and called the remaining fifty magic soldiers to his side and began to deploy the formation. WeNXuEmi.Cc

"Ao Lin!"

At this time, Ao Tian had a proud face, and said with a smile: "If you lose this game, you will have no chance of becoming the emperor of heaven. Otherwise, let's make an alliance first. If I become the emperor of heaven, you will assist me forever, okay?"

The voice was not loud, but full of arrogance, as if he was sure to win.

Ao Lin smiled faintly: "Brother, it's too early to say that. Let's win first."

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