Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 410
Polo matches are extremely exhausting, and a game lasts an hour, which means that the battle between practitioners can go on for three rounds a day.

Looking at the nervous crowd, Ying Baoyue stared at the lottery box not far away.

Three rounds and three hours, converted into hours, is six hours.If playing three games means riding horses at high speed and hitting balls to mobilize real energy for six hours, such a high-intensity consumption will not be able to bear even hard-working people.

Even though most of the people present were elite young practitioners from all over the world, practitioners who were at the peak of the earth and human ranks, it would be a hellish challenge to fight three times in a row.Therefore, even if there is a break between each game, whether there is a bye in the second round of draws will have a great impact on the final result of the game.

Although the strength of each team will not change much, after all, if there is a bye in the second round, it means that they have a rest time when they are playing against other countries, and they can win without a fight. This advantage is very obvious.

Finally it's time to try your luck again.

All the practitioners looked eagerly at the lottery box in the center of the court.

After the lottery ended, it was time for a lunch break, but no one was in the mood to rest until the result of the lottery.

Because this lottery is so important, it was questioned whether it was fair every time before.

After all, in the past few preliminary ceremonies, every time it came to the second round of lottery, the bye was often that country.

That is the host country, Southern Chu.

"By the way, who will get the bye this time?"

"If it was released before, then there is no need to guess, it must be Nan Chu, tsk tsk..."

"Nan Chu lost in the first round, I haven't seen this for many years..."

While waiting for the lottery, whispers of the people sounded in the anxious air.

In the past, no matter whether it was fair or not, the national quota of polo matches would always fall to Nan Chu, and everyone should understand the reason.

However, no one could have imagined that this time the host, Nan Chu, would lose in the first round, and the situation would go into the unknown.

"Regardless of whether the lottery can be tricked or not, the trick Nan Chu prepared for himself this time is useless!"

"I don't know which country this method will fall on?"

Practitioners from other countries began to discuss coolly, and the examiner delayed announcing the lottery, and all kinds of discussions were raging among the people who were waiting to get angry.

"However, no matter how many rounds Nan Chu has byes... I have never seen him win the polo match."

"Yeah, the number one is always either the Northern Wei Dynasty or the Hou Liao Dynasty. Let me tell you, which round the two countries face will be the decisive battle in advance!"

"So, isn't this decisive battle already over?"

"No matter who is drawn, the Northern Wei will definitely win in the end."

"To put it bluntly, the bye is just one less game, giving those weak countries some luck. Weakness is weak, and it cannot be made up for by sufficient physical strength! Since it has no effect on the result, can you smoke faster? I still want to go to eat !"

Amidst the noisy discussions of the crowd, the examiner's slow voice finally sounded in the middle of the room.

"Northern Wei, Eastern Wu, step-sons of former Qin, come forward!"

coming!

No matter how much they dismissed the lottery results just now, when it was time to draw, everyone was still shocked.

"Here it comes! It's time to smoke!"

With all the attention and the important result, the pressure on the three stepchildren who drew lots suddenly became as heavy as a thousand catties.

"I..." Ying Xun looked at the crowd behind him, forced a smile, "I'm going."

Ying Baoyue watched his sleeves tightly clenched into fists, and smiled at him in the tense silence of the crowd, "Just do your best, don't be nervous."

Ying Xun wanted to say that he wasn't nervous, but the girl's words did lighten the burden on his shoulders.

"Well," he nodded, and walked towards the center of the court under the eyes of everyone.

"Personnel matters..." However, looking at the youthful back of the boy, Ying Baoyue's eyes flashed a cold light.

She didn't tell Ying Xun before, but as people said before, this second round of lottery is not monolithic.

Since he was able to draw Zhongnan Chu time and time again, it is hard to believe that he didn't do anything behind his back.

But the host country has some sweetness within the controllable range. Although everyone is dissatisfied, they can't say anything in the end.This time, the absence of Nanchu in the lottery aroused everyone's interest in the result, but the absence of the host country did not mean that there were no means to prepare for the host country.

Ying Baoyue's eyes are as cold as ice.

Ying Baoyue stared at the huge lottery box, and she knew of three ways to manipulate the lottery without anyone noticing.

And not relying on clumsy tricks, but relying on the means of a real practitioner.

Of course, all of this is based on the fact that the level of the practitioner is high enough.

The lottery box is so huge that high-level practitioners of level five and above can completely change the positions of the bamboo sticks by manipulating the internal airflow.

This is the power of high-level practitioners.

It is precisely because of being able to do so many strange things that high-level practitioners of level five and above have become the focus of competition among countries.

However, although high-level practitioners can intervene in so many people's affairs, there is no need to worry about adding too much chaos, after all, there are very few people who can do this.

And under the watchful eyes of so many people, it would be difficult to control at the fifth level, and if it goes up...there will be even fewer people.

Not on such a big occasion, no high-level practitioner would make a move.

And even on large occasions, this often does not happen.Because if you want to use this method, you have to establish that there are no heavenly practitioners present.

After all, under the eyes of heavenly practitioners, these methods that ordinary people cannot discover are one-on-one, and there is nowhere to hide.

On really important occasions, there are often heavenly practitioners from many countries sitting in the town, such as the middle-level ceremony of Soochow.

It is also a place like the elementary ceremony, where these things are prone to appear, Ying Baoyue said.She looked up at Li Mengyang, who was squinting his eyes as if he was asleep on the high platform in the distance.

There is only one heavenly cultivator here, and he didn't see Nan Chu's tricks so many times before, and this time he probably still won't "see it."

"The auspicious time is here, the lottery begins!"

Accompanied by the ceremonial officer shouting loudly, Meng Shi, Zhao Guang and Ying Xun reached into the lottery box at the same time.

Everyone held their breath, but at this moment, Ying Baoyue's pupils shrank.

No one around her responded, but when the three of them stretched their hands in, she suddenly felt a gust of air surge in the lottery box, and she ran away in all directions!
It actually appeared!
Ying Baoyue's fingertips were firmly pressed into her palms. It was just a guess before, but she didn't expect that there were really high-level practitioners who would do such a trick.

On the high platform, Mr. Mengyang seemed to wake up from his sleep. The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the lottery box quietly. Unexpectedness and surprise quickly flashed across his eyes, but the next moment his eyes turned indifferent, and he didn’t say anything again. Close your eyelids.

Just let it happen.

The mutation was proceeding rapidly, and no one could stop it. However, at the next moment, Ying Baoyue, who was staring at the lottery box, was startled suddenly.

Mr. Mengyang, who seemed to be asleep on the high platform, opened his eyes suddenly.

Ying Baoyue looked at the lottery box, and when the air flow in the box was surging and stirring, another air flow suddenly appeared from nowhere, like a strong wind and waves pressing down on the environment, it suddenly suppressed that air flow!

The air flow came from nowhere, and it came and went quickly, like a gust of wind, but it didn't move around like the previous aura, but just completely offset the aura that appeared in the box before, like light swallowing darkness.

Ying Baoyue opened her eyes wide, feeling the initial breath in the lottery box disappear, and then looked back to the distance behind her.

There is nothing there, only the outline of the faint green hills.

No one knew that Mr. Mengyang on the high platform was also looking in the same direction at the same time. The next moment the old man narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Level four?"

"Sir, what did you say?" Ji Jiashu was stunned.

"Nothing." Mr. Mengyang said lightly.

And at this moment, a huge shout erupted from the center of the stadium.

Taking a closer look, the three stepson had already drawn the lottery.

Only few people know that a silent game has just ended.

But people have no time to care about others, they just stare at the newly drawn results.

"This is..." Ying Xun opened the lottery in his hand, his pupils shrank.

(End of this chapter)