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"Hey, you are so young. How old is your little brother this year?"

The surrounding players looked at Lu Xiaoliu in surprise, and one person asked curiously.

His voice is really too young, and it sounds like he is no more than eighteen years old. The most important thing is that at first glance, this voice actually sounds a bit like a woman.

While everyone was attracted by Lu Xiaoliu's voice, no one noticed the flash of... shock on Qiu Zihan's face when she heard Lu Xiaoliu speak.

"I really don't know how to pity women and cherish jade..." Qiu Zihan looked at Lu Xiaoliu and complained.

"I won't disturb your game." Qiu Zihan turned to look at Mr. Qian, and bowed her hands as Eleven Niang: "Thank you, Eleven, for your help this time!"

"It's just a small thing..."

Mr. Qian waved his sleeves, and the folded numbers flew out and floated in mid-air for everyone to draw and continue the game.

Qiu Zihan went back to the spectator seats on his own.

"How is it?" Chen Bujian asked as he watched Qiu Zihan come back.

Qiu Zihan had a complicated expression. He looked at the audience around him and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "Something happened. The magic sword is Lin Xiaojia."

"Lin Xiaojia, who is he?" Chen Bujian was puzzled, but looking at Qiu Zihan's frown, I'm afraid this Lin Xiaojia is not a good person.

"I forgot, not many people know his real name." Qiu Zihan closed her eyes, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "Lin Xiaojia's other name should be familiar to you, it's... Wu Ming."

"The Sword Emperor has no life!" Chen Bujian and Chen Bujian widened their eyes and followed:

"Oops!"

Chen Bujian suddenly remembered something, turned around and ran away.

"Why are you going?" Qiu Zihan shouted.

"I'm going to tell Ziyu and the others not to place bets." Chen Bujian said without looking back. This is the Sword Emperor Wu Ming.

Qiu Zihan's cheeks stiffened. Are you so unsure of me?

"How long are you going to run like this? Wouldn't it be faster to send them a message directly?" Qiu Zihan shouted.

"Yes...Oh, I..." Chen Bujian slapped his forehead stupidly. He was so stupid, how could he forget this.

Chen Bujian hurriedly sent a friend message to Meng Ziyu and others, telling them not to place bets.

After waiting for two or three seconds, no one responded.

"What are you doing..." Chen Bujian was almost anxious to death. He was about to run to the betting point to check the situation. Suddenly something occurred to him. Chen Bujian ran back to Qiu Zihan and hugged her waist:

"Quickly, use Qinggong to fly me to the betting point to stop Ziyu and the others from placing bets."

"..." Qiu Zihan pursed her lips and was quite speechless, but she still used her Qing Kung Fu and took him to the betting spot outside the venue. Many people saw this scene and were talking, saying that the two of them were cheating.

Some people even complained... "You can fly when I tell you to. Why do you have to fly over my head?"

Flying in the sky is of course faster than running on two legs. Qiu Zihan and Chen Bujian quickly arrived at the off-site betting point and landed lightly.

As soon as he landed, Chen Bujian couldn't wait to run inside. But before he could take two steps, five people walked out directly in front of him.

Surprisingly it was Pink Meng Ziyu and the others, the five of them were talking and laughing.

"Mo Chen, why are you here and not watching the game?" The five of them also saw Chen Bujian walking stiffly at first sight.

At this moment, each of the five of them holds a betting voucher.

"..." Chen Bujian's heart suddenly went cold. He knew that Meng Ziyu's twenty-five thousand gold was gone, but he still had a glimmer of hope:

"Lao Wu, I remember the hundred gold reward you received for qualifying. I bet a few times and it has doubled now. It should be five or six hundred gold..."

The Sword Emperor is "fateless". For him, Chen Bujian must prepare for the worst. If Qiu Zihan loses, he can still make a comeback with the help of a few hundred gold.

Just look at Wu Shigui and Jun Yueyue looking at each other and smiling.

Jun Yueyue said proudly: "Lao Wu has exactly six hundred gold, no more, no less. Mo Chen, what a coincidence, I just heard that tickets are required to enter the top eight finals of the ranking match, and the finals

There are only 800 spectator seats, so you can watch the battle up close!”

"One ticket costs one hundred gold. If word gets out, it will definitely be hard to get a ticket. Fortunately, I had the foresight to ask Lao Wu to buy the tickets in advance. Six hundred gold for the six of us, just right!"

"I'm smart!" Jun Yueyue said, "Come on, praise me."

You are so smart, you big-headed devil! Chen Bujian almost wanted to cry. He wanted to rush forward and give her a couple of blows on the forehead. Sooner or later, I will be tricked to death by you!

"This ticket..." Chen Bujian said, almost wanting to cry, "Can I refund it?"

"What's wrong? You look like you're about to die. What happened?" Xiaojun asked, seeing that Chen Bujian was not in the right mood.

Pink Meng Ziyu and the others also looked at him in confusion.

"Lin Xiaojia." Chen Bujian admitted and said.

"What the hell?" Xiaojun was stunned.

"Now on the sword discussion stage, there is a magic sword named Lu Xiaoliu. This person is called Lin Xiaojia. He also has another name..." Chen Bujian looked unbearable and said: "No life."

Xiaojun was stunned and confirmed: "No life, the Sword Emperor has no life?"

Meng Ziyu and others looked at Qiu Zihan who was standing aside.

Qiu Zihan nodded to everyone.

Confirmed.

Everyone's throats couldn't help but swallow.

The Sword Emperor has no life!

Ranking of the strongest players, ranked fifth!

If Qiu Zihan's Meng Ziyi is the top five poisons in Tianni, then Wu Ming is the number one sword in Tianni!

"It's not a big problem, sister Zihan, you are ranked fourth among the top ten masters, and this Wu Ming is ranked fifth..." Jun Yueyue said weakly.

Meng Ziyu glanced at Jun Yueyue: "Yueyue, the top ten masters represent the top professional level. The ranking does not necessarily represent the strength gap between them."

"Sister Zihan, are you..." Jun Yueyue understood and asked, "Can't you beat him?"

Qiu Zihan shook his head: "I have never had a real confrontation with him. To be precise, Lin Xiaojia and I have met less than three times so far. If it weren't for his special voice, I might not be able to recognize him.

"

"No way, you are all top ten masters, so you haven't had any private fights?" Xiaojun asked.

Qiu Zihan smiled and said: "You have probably never been to the top of the Eight Wastelands, and you don't know the four continents... In fact, except for those who like to fight and those who belong to the same continent, the top ten masters

Those who may not see each other a few times a year."

"As for Lin Xiaojia, I should call him Wu Ming. Judging from my seniority, I am his senior. He is a rising star who has emerged in the past six months. He and I do not belong to the same continent. If he does not come to me, I will not

If you don’t go to him, there won’t be any talk of a fight.”

Qiu Zihan added: "I won't hide it from you. I have been injured recently and my strength has declined. I am far from reaching my peak state. I can't guarantee anything. I can only say that I will try my best..."

Hear the words.

Chen Bujian and others' hearts suddenly sank to the bottom.

How to fight if you are injured?