"No, that's not the case. I didn't lose, I didn't lose. Look, look at him, he can't catch the sword. How can the person who loses his weapon be considered to win?"

Gongsun Murong's opponent was scared and sweated coldly. When he heard the referee say that Gongsun Murong was winning, he couldn't control his emotions and shouted.

Gongsun Murong took back his sword, turned around and walked down, and he was going to watch Narasha's game.

His opponent quit and shouted, "Don't leave, come back, compare again, the last time, I will definitely beat you, you must believe me."

"I believe it, but I won't give you a chance. What should I do if you win?" Gongsun Murong was in a good mood and turned around and said calmly to the other party.

"You are despicable, what else can you do besides hiding? Hiding, hiding, you don't have the courage to fight fairly with me. You shouldn't have the Sunflower Badge, compare it again, once..."

This person was still shouting, Gongsun Murong got off the ring and had already walked away.

Emperor Rexra leaned against the back of a luxurious and comfortable chair, picked up a large glass of wine and drank it hard, and grabbed half of the beggar chicken in his other hand.

"Haha, I won, it's delicious. I heard that this chicken was made by Gongsun Murong."

Emperor Rexra rubbed his mouth with oil and praised the chicken for its deliciousness.

The minister in charge of the document next to him held his other half, bit his mouth in small mouth, and nodded in agreement.

The chicken was indeed made by Gongsun Murong when he came to the imperial capital. He made hundreds of chickens, so he asked the manager who was stationed in the imperial capital to give gifts. Somehow it was in the hands of Emperor Rexra.

More than one chicken was here, almost all the ministers who were qualified to watch the game with the Emperor had half a chicken, and it was not cold. I kept what I did during the day until now, probably because they knew how to heat it.

So the whole area was filled with the fragrance of beggar chicken.

James, the leader of the Principality of Geles, was so far away that he could smell the smell of being blown by the wind. He usually ate it a lot and was very familiar with the smell.

He asked Yifu: "Who did you send the chicken yesterday?"

"Send it to the gate of the palace and ask the guards to send it to the ministers, saying that it was offered by the Principality of Geles." Yifu answered honestly.

"Well! In the future, if you open a store in the imperial capital, the Principality will no longer pay you a fee." James made the decision, and he was qualified.

"Ah?" Yifu was stunned. The Duchy of Nian gave him 20,000 gold coins to the activity fee, and the remaining income was the gifts and money given to the nobles of the Principality who came to the imperial capital.

He opened a store himself to sell local specialties from the Principal of Gers. It was not very profitable and was barely enough for the personnel to spend it.

If you say you don’t give it, you won’t give it?

James glared at him: "You hear that His Majesty and the ministers are eating, and the beggar chickens are selling well in the Principality, and you can't imagine its income."

"Oh~!" Yifu suddenly realized and asked to sell it, but he was a little worried and asked, "Earl Gongsun..."

"He doesn't care. He doesn't lack ways to make money, such as this game betting dealer."

"Oh~!"

*******

While someone was drooling about the beggar chicken, Narasha's game began.

Her opponent No. 155 is a nine-year-old boy, two years older than her. She always felt that she was seven years old, but she was not in her health.

At this time, she held a magic bullet in her hand. The bark on the stick was not peeled clean. The top was split and the crystal core of a dark-printed leopard beast in the desert was sandwiched. It was at level 5 and 3. The lower it was, the crystal core could not be found from the body of the beast.

It was so shabby that if her beautiful dress was not conspicuous, it would have made people think that her legal battle was given to her by kind-hearted people.

Many people doubt whether this battle can play a role.

"Hahahaha..." Emperor Rexra laughed again.

He had previously received a secret report from Grand Duke Gers about the assassination of the Mitchell Empire. The little girl was the genius magician Narasha. She could instantly send countless large-scale magicians and was a magician in the entire field of attacking and assisting.

Now he was holding a broken magic weapon and pretending to behave, with a serious expression on his face, which was so similar.

Let’s see how much money the gambling bank will lose.

The little boy opposite Narasha also had a solemn look. He was holding a magic battle with crystal cores such as the Nine-level Crystal Mineral in his hand.

With the start of the game, the little boy pointed forward and said, "Guide to the God of Art - Wind Blade."

A wind blade flew out and headed straight towards Narasha.

Narasha nodded slightly, knowing that the other party could concentrate mental power at the fastest speed, so she didn't need to recite the spell that sounded resonant with mental power.

So she learned: "Under the guidance of the God of Art - Wind Blade."

The two wind blades just met together, and then they changed directions and flew elsewhere.

Narasha didn't control herself and stared at the opposite side. When she saw the little boy about to open her mouth, she immediately spoke: "Under the guidance of the God of Swords - Feng Blade."

The little boy repeats.

The two of them kept hanging around like this.

After dozens of collisions, the little boy became depressed. He wanted to change to another method, but found that the little girl on the opposite side was firing too fast.

Although she recited the mantra two more words than herself, she recited it faster.

If you change one, what should you do if you don’t have time?

The little boy was sweating and tangled.

Narasha also kept sweating, looking very struggling, her body shaking slightly, as if she couldn't hold on to fall down.

The little boy gritted his teeth and accelerated, and the wind blades collided closer and closer to Narasha.

Narasha's body was shaking even more and more, and her face turned pale.

The little boy endured the consumption of mental power and finally found an opportunity when the wind blade collided a little further.

"Under the guidance of the God of Art, the water elves that are everywhere in the world, please listen to my call - the Wind Blade Group..."

"Oh." Just when the little boy was about to complete the magic wind blade group dance, Narasha suddenly fell forward, and the magic battle in her hand was swung directly to the ground, and the speed was so fast.

Then the wooden stick that had not completely peeled off the skin split the crystal core that was clamped by the cracks, knocked to the ground, bounced back, and hit the little boy's forehead with a "bang".

The little boy's wind blade dance ended. Affected by the disorder of magic, his face turned pale and shook twice. He lay down, his body twitched, and he couldn't get up.

"I'm going to die." Narasha leaned on the ground with a wooden stick, stood up slowly, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the other hand, complaining.

"Narasha wins!" The referee announced his voice and picked up the little boy and left. The little boy needs to rest and recover for two days.

"Ha!" Narasha waved the stick, revealing the winner's appearance.

The audience was stunned. This is OK? Your brother threw a sword and knocked out the crystal core and could he win?

Emperor Rexra in the stands was about to laugh and lose his strength. The evaluation he gave was just one word, accurate.

It's so accurate, the calculation angle, distance, time and strength are all so perfect.

Emperor Rexra stopped laughing and breathed out with relief, feeling that there was hope for the genius war in mainland resources.

I have not obtained enough resources in the Three Realms, and that was one hundred and fifty years.

Even if you have obtained the first and second thirds in resource allocation in this continent, the competition at the continental level is always different.

It would be fine if it was all the tricks and combat energy, but the upper realm was plotted against.

The child on his side foolishly got into the trap and could never come back alive.

There should be no problem in this world this year?

It’s good that one of the ages can support it.

"Go and invite them both." Emperor Rexra ordered.

The servants naturally know who they are invited, ‘Please’, please!

The battle between Narasha and Gongsun Murong ended this morning.

Lucia just stepped up on the ring next to her, so she didn't need to hide her strength. Her opponent was a level nine magician who could instantly emit three magic tricks.

Lucia was not polite to the opponent at all. The referee started the game and the opponent's body moved in an instant. Four wind blades, one water arrow, and six small fireballs were smashed out.

Lucia narrowed her eyes and uttered three words: "Ice Roar!"

At the same time, a mud bun appeared around her body to cover her.

The referee appeared, and the ice shadow appeared directly under Lucia's opponent. If this was not in time, Lucia's opponent would be shattered.

‘Wow~!’ A noise sounded in the stands.

At the same time, there was a sigh of sigh.

The sigh was for Lucia's opponent, and she made so many attacks in an instant, and used magic to control her body movements. With such strong combat power, she was actually sentenced to lose in one encounter.

Is that child six years old? Is there any? A level nine magician?

Super high talent for magic and perfect offensive and defensive combination. Why did you meet the more crazy little girl?

That girl is four years old?

Instant water-type mutant wind-type combination magic ice roar, instant earth walls are filled with mutation magic earth shields one after another.

The most important thing is the combat instinct, and the ice roar cannot be hit by it.

Usually it is attacked by enemy groups and is still, and can be targeted at one person or a group of people.

But the position needs to be judged.

Her opponent is moving in a vague way. How can she judge? How much practical battle does she have to go through to master it instinctively?
To be continued...