There were only three main gods of sword war at the entire conference table. Except for one Qin Qianlu, there were only Chen Bin and Ye Jiaoyang.

Ye Jiaoyang sat far away from Qin Qianlu. If Chen Bin didn't take over at this time, Wen Suwen and others would not take over. It was not that he would not dare to draw this lottery first, but a tacit understanding among professional players.

All the shots were immediately aimed at Chen Bin's hand...

In fact, most of the reporters present kept calling out "Red. Red, must be red" in their hearts...

Swish.

Chen Bin's hand was quickly pulled out.

KAKAKAKAKA, because Chen Bin pulled his hands too quickly, the reporters suddenly became nervous and the camera rang wildly.

Then, all the reporters found a smirk on Chen Bin's face...

Then I realized that his claws were pulled out very quickly, but they did not spread out at all!

"Damn it!" The reporters holding the camera really wanted to throw the camera on Chen Bin's face.

Don't waste everyone's expressions like this!

Moreover, when the reporters are so focused, they have a heart attack when they teased the reporter. Who is responsible?

King, who had been sitting on the top of his head, crossing his hands on the table, watched Chen Bin do something bad to the reporter, just shook his head and held back his thoughts...

The ball drawn by the lottery was not big, and was held in the palm of Chen Bin, and the color was invisible.

After waiting for about three seconds, Chen Bin slowly opened his palm...

There was a sigh of relief in the audience.

yellow.

While taking photos, many reporters were thrusting into their hearts: "Damn it, damn it, damn it, why isn't it red? Why isn't it the second round of berserkers? Why don't they give them news about the exciting points!!"

However, the result of the lottery has come out. The Nine-Tailed Fox did not encounter a brutal war as they wished in the second round, and they had no choice.

continue.

Wu Meihua, the leader of the twelve ancestor witches sitting next to Chen Bin, was the Sanli Meihua. She put away the fan and took the box directly from Chen Bin...

When she slowly took her hands out of the box, everyone took a breath of cold air again.

Yellow, yellow again.

The first opponent in the second round has been released!

Nine-tailed Fox. Twelve Ancestral Witches!

"Oh, there's no way," Sanlimei spread her hands and smiled provocatively at Chen Bin, "Chen Bin, I didn't play a good practice game with us before the game. Do you regret it now?"

"You scared me?" Chen Bin smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"It's not that I scared you." Sanlimei spread her fan and covered her mouth and smiled, "But you have never done pre-match training for us, but we have done a lot of it against you, so it's hard for you to fight."

"Haha. I warn you girl, don't scare me easily..." Chen Bin said with a smile.

"Oh? Then what else?" Sanlimeihua looked back without any fear.

"I'm scared and I'll pay the compensation according to the price!" Chen Bin spread his hands and smiled, looking like "I'm a great god, I'm scared and you can't afford to pay."

"Damn!" The players in the audience fell down.

The relationship between the Nine-tailed Fox and the Twelve Ancestral Witches is already good, and the ridicule battle between the two sides is not too big. Instead, Chen Bin joked casually, making the atmosphere in the conference room a little relaxed.

Wen Suwen looked at Qin Qianlu quietly, and neither of them spoke.

The one who took the box from Sanli Meihua was Wen Suwen, the captain of Buyun team...

The reporters were so excited again.

Red, red!

Almost all the reporters shouted in their hearts.

Although Bu Yun’s team can only be considered a first-class team and not a top-level team, if she draws the red ball, at least they can write about the reporters...

Qin Qianlu and Wen Suwen, a matchup between the captain-level couple of sword warriors!

What a good subject!

Unfortunately, the facts once again did not give the reporters face.

As Wen Suwen's little hand pulled out of the box, everyone saw the color of the ball - blue.

At this time, there were two small balls left in the box.

One red and one blue.

The only ones left who have not drawn lots are Ye Jiaoyang and Nie Yan.

Originally, Ye Jiaoyang was ready to pick up the box, but on Zhan Ge, Liang Xiaoze took the box first and handed it to Nie Yan...

Although Ye Jiaoyang sat far away, Nie Yan was not close either. If he followed the tacit understanding, he should have let Ye Jiaoyang draw lots first.

However, Liang Xiaoze...

Everyone just frowned, not expecting him to understand the tacit understanding, nor saying anything.

Nie Yan glanced at Liang Xiaoze before reaching into the box.

Then, pull out.

"Blue ball!" The reporters suddenly felt that there was no way out after the mountains and rivers, and there was another village with dark willows and flowers.

"Ahhh..." The entire scene was filled with flashes, all turning to Ye Jiaoyang.

If I hadn't considered that cheering at this time was a bit unstable, many reporters would really cheer now!

Since Nie Yan drew a blue ball, the only ball left in the box must be red...

Red, finally belongs to the Red Nest Team!

The results of the second round of the match have been released, with the Nine-Tailed Fox vs. the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Bu Yun vs. Zhan Ge, and Berserk vs. the Red Nest!!

The reporters were satisfied.

Really satisfied!

Tang Fan's superb skills, against the famous Red Nest, with his toes, will be a rich game!

In an instant, even Chen Bin and the others turned into air, and all the reporters squeezed to Ye Jiaoyang...

"Mayor Ye, what does it feel now? As the inventor of bullet time, do you have a way to deal with it when you see the performance of bullet time in Tang Fan's movement?"

"I think Team Ye must have something to say when facing the last red ball left in the box, right?"

"Captain Ye, Team Ye... I believe that the fans of Hongneng must be very worried now. Do you have anything to say to them?"

Every reporter has countless questions to ask. It is already very good if Ye Jiaoyang can hear one or two of them clearly.

However, Ye Jiaoyang did not rush to answer the reporters' questions, but instead put his hand into the box and took out the small red ball from the box.

Then, he turned to the organizer's staff: "Can I keep this little sun as a souvenir?"

The staff member was stunned for a moment and nodded immediately: "Why...of course."

When the reporters heard Ye Jiaoyang say this, they immediately turned their attention to the small ball, and then there was another crackling.

Ye Jiaoyang's mouth showed his proud smile as always: "What do you think this ball looks like?"

"..." The reporters in the audience were silent.

"It's quite like a gushing red sun!" Ye Jiaoyang murmured to himself, touching the small ball like he was stroking his lover, "I like red! It makes people's blood in their bodies burn to 100 degrees in an instant."

"Ahhhh," the reporters became crazy again, "What Ye meant is that in the battle with the Berserks, have you already determined to win?"

However, the reporters who spoke felt that the focus seemed to be wrong when they thought about it.

Most of the time, Red Nest doesn’t care much about the outcome. They want strong enough opponents, exciting games, stages that can make them show up, and the fans under the stage kept screaming for them!

In the last game, Red Nest might have been really suffocated...

If Hongchao is asked to fight another match against Tingxiang Pavilion in the second round, it is estimated that all the captain-level masters of Hongchao will be injured!
Chapter completed!