"Everyone performed very well. Now go back and prepare for tomorrow's game. We will strive to advance together and then form a team to go to Wujian Desert."
Ye Qingli clenched her fists to encourage everyone.
Then, she quietly approached Jun Aohan.
"Take out the note."
"What note?"
"That little girl just gave it to you. Stop hiding it. I saw it all."
"I threw it away a long time ago."
"Really threw it away?"
"I really threw it away. I didn't even look at it."
"Okay, I believe you once."
Ye Qingli went back very satisfied.
After the first round, of course some people were happy and some were sad.
However, the strong players basically advanced to the competition.
Of course, the first round is just a warm-up.
The second round begins with the drawing of lots.
Early the next morning, they arrived at the scene.
The four selected representatives came to the stage to draw lots.
Every time a result is drawn, someone immediately hangs up.
"Oh my god, I got the Murong family!"
"The one I drew is the Nangong family!"
Some people kept wailing in the country.
Ye Qingli looked down.
This time, she drew the Eastern Dream.
Not challenging.
The two men stood together.
Dongfang Meng said sternly, "I won't be afraid of you."
"I don't need you to be afraid, as long as I win you."
"I will never give in to you. I dare to challenge you. Even if I lose, I will be proud of my defeat..."
Dongfang Meng clenched his fists and stammered.
The referees on the side became impatient.
"Miss, why don't you compare?"
"I……"
Dongfang Meng stayed there for a long time.
"You win."
The referee immediately let out a sigh of relief.
This girl...is she teasing me?
He said it so impassionedly, but at the critical moment, he immediately had diarrhea.
Dongfang Meng walked away with a heroic expression on his face.
It made Ye Qingli feel that she was a bit mentally retarded.
We haven't even competed yet, so we're giving in?
Dongfang Meng quietly walked to the stage and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Do you really think I'm stupid?
Just say a few nice words.
If you really compare with her, what if you get beaten up with a black nose and a swollen face?
Look at Luo Qingyan who is still in bed...
You'd better go home quickly.
The second round ended quickly.
Of course, some people are happy and some are worried.
However, Ye Qingli still passed the competition as usual.
This time, Jun Aohan was not as lucky as last time.
What he met was a young man.
He looked excited and wanted to have a big fight with him.
Then, he was directly punched away by Jun Aohan.
The entire battle lasted less than a second.
"You will give people a big blow if you do this."
Ye Qingli whispered.
"Perhaps after someone was hit by you, they never recovered, and there was one less master in the world."
"Well, it's none of my business?"
Jun Aohan said very puzzled.
All right.
Ye Qingli decided to abandon this topic.
After two rounds of competition, three-quarters of the people have been eliminated.
In the third round, Yan Fengqing continued to stand on the stage and announce the rules.
"This round is the only one that is not an elimination round. As long as everyone can pass the test, then everyone can pass."
The people below immediately cheered.
After all, if all four rounds are elimination, then luck will really play an important role.
This is more fair.
"We will select one hundred and twenty-eight people to enter the next and final round, so performance in this round is very critical. Now, we invite everyone to enter the gravity room."
