Boom!
Drum hammer settled.
The contestants return to their respective positions.
Passed by.
Helian Jiaoer lowered her voice next to Helian Weiwei's ear: "If you don't want to lose miserably, I advise you to get out early, and then hide in a remote place in a remote mountain, and live your next life in peace! Otherwise, oh, don't I hope I can still be as lucky as the previous few times!"
For such a provocation, Helian Weiwei just raised her eyebrows and smiled, with a naughty air that no one else could fathom. After all, the dog bit you, you can't bite back, right
"Woman, you are underestimated again." Yuan Ming's lazy voice came from the space.
Helian Weiwei pursed her lips, and then glanced at the game: "This is what I want."
"What? You are finally going to show your strength?" Yuan Ming became excited.
Helian Weiwei looked at the martial artists who were slowly being pushed onto the stage not far away, and didn't speak, but the smile on her lips made the liquid in Yuan Minglian's blood boil!
"My lord." Liang Bai, who was standing behind Jing Wushuang and serving him, saw Helian Weiwei's face on the stage, a deep surprise crossed his eyes: "Her face..."
Jing Wushuang hummed lightly, his jade-like handsome face remained expressionless, he just took a sip of tea, his eyes lightly swept towards the woman standing like a pine in the hall, and his eyelashes slightly lowered.
Liang Bai looked at his young master's lukewarm look, and thought that he was not as calm as his young master.
Looking at Helian Weiwei's face now, he wondered if the fairy-like person he had seen before was a phantom.
That... that's a little too dark, right
Probably because of the color of her skin, all the advantages of her body seemed to be covered up, buried in the dust, making her look inconspicuous.
"Bang!"
The sound of the wooden hammer brought Liang Bai back to his senses, and the competition officially started!
A total of eighteen pieces of martial arts are arranged one by one on the wooden table. They have different shapes and materials.
Each piece has its own purpose, and each piece is made by a martial arts master.
It is even more difficult to choose a martial arts created by Mr. Wushuang from so many martial arts.
Those who are familiar with Mr. Wushuang can still make a comparison, continue his previous habit, and pick out that Wuxiu from among them.
But what about those who are not familiar with Mr. Wushuang
It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, with no clue at all.
The new batch of martial arts masters each took a second look at each other, and they all saw distress in their eyes.
Even Helian Jiaoer was a little undecided.
In fact, when warriors choose a martial artist, they decide based on the amount of martial energy emitted by this martial artist.
The greater the martial spirit, the better the martial arts.
Helian Jiao'er is a ninth-level martial artist herself, and her sense of martial qi is considered to be the best among this group of people.
Obviously, she was hesitating, vacillating between the green jade long sword and the basalt bow and arrow.
There is another most important point in choosing Wuxiu, that is, time is very important!
If you take a fancy to this Wuxiu, and the opponent also likes this Wuxiu, then whoever wants to grab it will be the winner.
Therefore, when the gong sounded, everyone rushed to the front of the eighteen martial arts, stroking those martial arts like mad.
Only Helian Weiwei didn't move immediately, but slid inch by inch across the surfaces of those martial artists, her eyes were so deep that people couldn't see what she was thinking.
Someone in the audience laughed loudly: "Look at her, isn't she stupid?"
"It's probably because I don't know which martial arts to start with. Without martial energy, I can't even do the most basic sensory ability."
"It seems that we have won this bet!"
"That's needless to say, hahaha..."
Laughing sounds came over one after another, and the young masters of the aristocratic families watched it and laughed playfully: "It sounds very interesting, hey, let me say, let's vote and see who wins and who loses." .”
"Yes." Immediately someone agreed: "My lord, who do you plan to vote for?"
"Does it need to be said, it must be voted for Helian Jiaoer to win."
Murong Changfeng didn't listen to the ridicule around him, he gave a absent-minded hum, and then deliberately invested some money in Helian Jiaoer.
Basically all the young masters sitting in the private room voted, and the one who bet on Helian Weiwei lost... the full amount!
Uh... no!
Not the full amount.
There were two more people betting that Helian Weiwei would win!
One is Helian Weiwei herself.
another one…
People looked at the list in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock.
How could that person be here
And he never takes anything seriously, let alone gambling.
But... this time!
He actually invested so much money on Helian Weiwei!
Just when those aristocratic sons were shocked.
The deep and lazy voice sounded again, sounding very calm: "Raise."
This voice!
Someone looked towards the private room next to him.
After Murong Changfeng heard these words, his hand holding the tea tightened three points...
"Is it His Highness the Third Highness?" Someone asked, not sure.
But then the ascetic voice sounded again: "Add one hundred taels of gold to Helian Weiwei, and bet on her—win!"
What! ! !
Everyone frowned when they heard this sentence.
How could that trash who can't do anything win
What's more, she's panicked now, isn't she
She doesn't even know how to sense the most basic martial arts, she just stands there stupidly, if she doesn't move, others will have to decide which martial arts to choose!
"Woman, what's the matter? This time it's difficult?" Yuan Ming raised the corners of his lips arrogantly, seeing that she was not as quick as before, he also became a little suspicious.
Helian Weiwei rested her fingers on her chin, tapped her chin lightly with her fingertips, and then slowly closed her eyes.
"What is she doing! Don't even look at it now!"
Yuan Ming frowned as he listened to the noise around him: "Woman, if it's too difficult, I can..."
"Yuan Xiaoming, don't tempt me with your devil's rhetoric." Helian Weiwei opened her eyes, raised her bright black eyes, and walked towards the wooden table.
The people in the audience laughed disdainfully.
Even the judges on the stage shook their heads: "This Helian Weiwei is probably hopeless. She has only started to choose now, and she is halfway slower than others."
Jing Wushuang's side face was still as gentle and elegant as when he came here, but this time, he actually spoke, accompanied by a soft cough, as clear as water: "Not necessarily..."