Five Hundred and Fifty Eighth Sea Burial King

On June 10th, Neon Edo City, in the small auditorium on the first floor of the hotel where the Huaxia individual competition team stayed.

The students who had already lost the game, the substitute students who had no chance to play at all, and the two students who were preparing for the battle, Jiang Xiao and Wu Xiaojing, together with the team leader teacher and nearly 20 team members who came from Huaxia later, made this small The auditorium was scattered and half-occupied.

Everyone was very nervous, looking at the big screen in front of them, watching the fourth round of draw.

There are only 82 people left. After three rounds of big waves washing the sand, those who stay are really the strongest among the strong.

Sitting next to Xing Yan with a big bald head, Jiang Xiao can tell that Xing Yan cares about his hairstyle very much. It has been so many days and it is still so shiny. It looks like he often gets a haircut...

This trip to the World Cup has suffocated this fiery guy. Sometimes he even wondered why he followed Jiang Xiao back to the auditorium when he was in China, and why didn't he just leave?

In this hotel, you have to apply to go anywhere, and it may not be approved, it's like going to jail.

It's a pity that before the first round of the competition, no one had any accidents, no assassination by the enemy country, troubles or other incidents occurred, and no starters withdrew due to personal reasons.

All the contestants were alive and kicking, and Xing Yan could only watch the competition in the hotel, silently wishing them well...

"Ah~ Xie Xiaohei." Jiang Xiao saw on the screen, Xie Xiaohei's character image appeared in the first position, with one end of a black fist belt in his mouth, and his head was torn back.

The first time I watched it was okay, the second time I watched it was okay, the third time... This is the fourth time I watched it, isn't he tired of fisting every day?

"Wow, this girl is a bit beautiful." Jiang Xiao sighed softly, Wu Xiaojing on the other side of the aisle heard this, turned her head, and couldn't help giving Jiang Xiao a white look.

Compared to Jiang Xiao, who was furious, a group of team members sighed, as if they were worried about the result.

On the upper right of the character picture in position 2, a red background and a blue cross flag hang high.

In the picture, a woman with thick golden hair appeared, with several blue and white electric currents crawling on her body.

Her skin was pale enough to be described as "pale", and even the blood vessels on the back of her hands were clearly visible, but she was not sick, her skin was what it was.

"Northern Road Kingdom, Sig Lied."

Xing Yan murmured: "Her lightning star technique is too fast to cast, and Xie Yan, who is a melee type, is a bit difficult to deal with."

Jiang Xiao curled his lips and said, "Okay, let's be content. At least he's not the captain of the North Road Kingdom. He's a melee hammer, just like Sol in "Reunion."

Wu Xiaojing sighed softly: "Europe is not a big place, but there are really too many people entering the top 82, and Northern Europe is the 'hardest-hit area' for the great masters."

Beside Wu Xiaojing, Xin Aian stretched out her small hand, patted the back of Wu Xiaojing's hand lightly, and said, "Don't worry, you won't get the Lightning Law System."

Jiang Xiao was happy, and said: "It's thanks to Xin Aian who said this. If I dare to comfort people like this, I'm sure I will be sure. Wu Xiaojing, you will never run away from the King of Thunder!"

Wu Xiaojing couldn't help stretching out her long legs, and kicked from the other side of the aisle...

Even so, Xin Aian glared at Jiang Xiao angrily.

"Hou Mingming is here." Sitting directly behind Jiang Xiao, Zhao Wenlong said, and the small auditorium suddenly fell silent.

Number one! No problem, with a small field advantage.

Seconds later... ding! The characters are confirmed!

A blue and white striped flag with a sun icon in the center.

South American Eagle! Republic of Argentina!

People are still watching this well-behaved young man with curly hair,

Behind him, Master Zhao said faintly: "This is the only seedling of the Artin Republic, hey..."

Wu Xiaojing covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Master Captain is going to send a country away."

"Suck...ha..." Zhao Wenlong couldn't help but took a sip of tea, and sighed, "This is going to kill them all."

Jiang Xiao nodded immediately: "You will kill yourself if you do many unrighteous actions!"

For a moment, everyone looked over in a daze.

What is this little poisonous milk saying?

Is there such a big enmity with the latter?

Jiang Xiao looked embarrassed, and said: "What are you looking at? Don't you know my title? Poisonous milk! This is my special invention of prophecy-like star technology: Reverse Poisonous Milk! Guaranteed to live a long life and die alone! "

Zhao Wenlong: "Puff...cough cough..."

Jiang Xiao immediately jumped up!

Zhao Wenlong took a sip of hot tea and sprayed it on the back of his head. Patience is diamond patience, but it shouldn't be too late!

After a while of flying around, the scene was quickly brought under control.

Jiang Xiao wiped the back of his head with a towel, looking up at the big screen.

In the back row, Zhao Wenlong carefully pushed the thermos aside and wiped the wet table.

Finally stopped the "sucking" behavior to avoid the "poof cough cough" situation.

"Coming!" Jiang Xiao's eyes lit up, and he saw the embers of Xingwu, the capital of magic.

Ember's last match really impressed Jiang Xiao. Unexpectedly, he hid it so deeply. It turns out that water mist is only his normal state, and flames are his desperate attitude!

Jiang Xiao had never heard of this kind of star skill. No one had seen him use this star skill in the domestic selection competitions, or even in Ember's college career. It was like an explosion.

The characters in the second position quickly switched and finally stopped.

The red, white and blue flags were confirmed and fluttered. In the picture, a girl who looked like East Asia appeared, extremely beautiful.

"The big beauty of the Taiman Kingdom, huh." Beside her, came the voice of Wu Xiaojing gnashing her teeth, "It's really cheap for you."

Jiang Xiao glanced at Wu Xiaojing cautiously, looking at her frosty cheeks, Jiang Xiao dared not argue.

Beside him, Xing Yan said: "If I remember correctly, this seems to be the only seedling of the Taiman Kingdom, and it may also be sent away."

When Jiang Xiao heard this, he dodged to the right like a conditioned reflex, and turned to look at Zhao Wenlong behind him.

Zhao Wenlong tightened the lid of the vacuum flask silently, opened his eyes, and looked at Jiang Xiao innocently.

Because Jiang Xiao dodged to the right, it was in the aisle, and on the other side of the aisle, Wu Xiaojing put her hand on Jiang Xiao's shoulder and said, "Little poisonous milk, milk him too!"

Jiang Xiao turned his head: "What's the matter?"

Wu Xiaojing looked at the embers on the screen with resentment, and said, "It's the kind that dies alone."

Jiang Xiao scratched his head and said, "I really hope that he can make an oath with you and spend a full moon."

Wu Xiaojing:? ? ?

"Hey, stop making trouble, it's your turn." Xin Ai'an tugged at Wu Xiaojing's arm, and Ember's next group turned out to be Wu Xiaojing.

Still number one! There are already four No. 1 positions!

Wu Xiaojing looked at the screen and said softly to Jiang Xiao: "Let me tell you, if my opponent is really Nordic Leifa, I will... I will..."

What are you doing?

You can't beat me, you can't even talk about me, what do you want to do?

Jiang Xiao grinned, forget it, at least it is his teammate, let's help, and said: "Don't worry, I promise to be the Nordic magic god, the kind who specializes in thunder and lightning."

Ding!

The characters are confirmed! A green, white and red banner appears with a bird in the middle.

A bald-headed man appeared, his face was full of flesh, his arms were around his chest, and he was extremely fierce.

Sure enough, it's not Northern Europe, but North America.

The Mexican Kingdom, the Great Owl!

Although this young man looked extremely tough, Wu Xiaojing was relieved and was very satisfied with the draw.

The four in Huaxia have already determined their opponents, and Jiang Xiao is the only one left.

82 players, 41 battles.

And the drawing ceremony was almost at the end. In the penultimate game, an extremely gorgeous flag appeared in position 1.

The flag is composed of three strips of red, yellow and red, with yellow on the left side of the middle and a shield with pillars on both sides of the shield and a crown on top. The shield is painted with golden castles, purple lions, golden chain nets, pomegranate flowers, etc...

West Malaysia Kingdom!

And the man on the right is even more handsome and heroic! His eyes were deep, his nose was straight, and he was wearing a golden-red team uniform, giving off an aura of royalty and aristocrats.

Position 2 switches characters quickly, and there are only three contestants left. If you focus on one player, you can see the switching speed clearly...

Ding! The character is determined, and the red star flag in the second position is flying high, hanging in the upper right corner.

With a shy smile, the little poisonous milk rubbed the back of her head and broke into everyone's sight.

"Damn!!!"

"No?"

"This is not the captain anymore, this is the royal sea burial king..."

"Although there are only 80 people left, and there are many strong ones, but Xiaopi has a 100% chance of being a god..."

In the small auditorium, the staff sighed.

Behind the auditorium, Fang Xingyun held his forehead with one hand.

I didn't... um, complained? The effect is not to the captain, but to a very special sea burial king?

Was it really a random match?

This kind of royal family member is completely different from ordinary star warriors. Although the basic skills are similar to ordinary people, the strength of their advanced star skills is extremely terrifying!

What is precious comes, what is powerful comes.

With a prominent status, proper rights, and the support of the super-rich, the Sea Burial King of the West Malaysia Kingdom has terrible underwater capabilities, otherwise it would be impossible to have the title of "Sea Burial King".

As for water kung fu, of course it is impossible to make a difference.

What Sea Burial King is good at is turning any battlefield into his home field.

Wu Xiaojing turned her head to look at Jiang Xiao, with a hint of pity in her eyes, leaned over, reached out and patted Jiang Xiao's shoulder lightly: "Come on."

Behind him, Zhao Wenlong also patted Jiang Xiao's back lightly: "Come on."

Xing Yan clenched his sandbag-sized fist, gestured to Jiang Xiao and said, "Fuck him!"

Jiang Xiao nodded solemnly. These days, under the leadership of analysts, he has watched many games and studied some special players that need to be focused on. This sea burial king is one of them.

After all, underwater combat is not Jiang Xiao's forte.

At this time, in a luxurious hotel somewhere in the Neon Kingdom.

In a luxurious suite, two people were sitting on the sofa watching TV.

One of the handsome young men was holding his head in his hands at this time, with an unbelievable look.

He spat out a series of small and broken Spanish words: "No! Don't do this! Why!? I don't want to beat this Huaxia poisonous milk!"

The teacher leading the team hurriedly said, "Calm down, please stay calm."

The handsome young man buried his face in his hands, and kept saying:

"Shadow!

This must be shady!

Someone is going to get me down!

They don't want me in the Top 40! "

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Three more tomorrow. Ask for some tickets~