Soon, the votes came out.
In the first painting skill competition, Dongfang Jianyu of the Poquan Dynasty won the first place with an overwhelming advantage of 549 votes, followed by Wei Yunan with 322 votes and Ye Qingning with 411 votes.
The one with the lowest number was Zhuang Moran of the Haoyue Dynasty with 149 votes.
As soon as the votes were announced, the crowd was in an uproar.
Zhuang Moran didn't care much about this. On the contrary, he was very happy that he could get more than a hundred votes. It seemed that he had made some progress after practicing hard for so long.
Dongfang Jianyu didn't care much about this. Anyway, he was confident that he could win, so why should he pay too much attention to this?
Well, he just has such arrogance.
"Zhuang Moran, your score is really special. It's like a cloud and a mud." Dongfang Jianyu mocked mercilessly.
Zhuang Moran gave him a cold look, snorted, turned around and left. He didn't bother to talk nonsense to him.
Dongfang Jianyu touched his nose and returned to his seat without saying anything else.
What was announced next was the second test—the vote scores for the book.
The first place is still Poquan Dynasty, Mu Senyu has 541 votes. It is also an overwhelming victory.
Next, Yu Rousha ranked second - 399 votes, which is also a very good result, close to 400. The third place was Mu Qiyu of the Haoyue Dynasty with 246 votes, while the Huaxia Dynasty's
There is only one vote difference between Yun Xuanling and him - 245 votes, ranking last.
Based on the votes, it is obvious that the Poquan Dynasty has won two games in a row.
In this way, after the four most common competitions of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, Poquan Dynasty has won three games, and has every reason to stand out in this game. Wudu can get this first item without participating in the last game.
Victory in the competition.
At this moment, this pair of people from the Poquan Dynasty had to be impressive.
Bei Ling glanced at Yao Qianzhu, who had been reading a book, and asked lightly: "Do you have any problem participating in the last event?" Yao Qianzhu is not practicing spiritual power. The last martial arts requires injecting spiritual power.
ah.
"Worried about me?" Yao Qianzhu started to lose his seriousness again.
Beiling rolled her eyes at him: "Let's get down to business!"
"Of course there is a problem." Yao Qianzhu replied without hesitation, "Have you ever seen anyone who practices darkness practice useless spiritual power? In the last battle, he will definitely lose."
According to what he said, he actually wasn't worried about the last game at all, was he? He said it didn't matter, maybe he already had some solution.
"Is there any way?"
"There's no other way. However, you can't fight this kind of thing head-on, you can only outwit it. As for how to outsmart it, you will know tomorrow." Yao Qianzhu kept it secret and deliberately didn't say anything.
Beiling sneered and replied coolly: "Are you planning to abstain?" Beiling said this in a positive tone, as if Yao Qianzhu would really do this.
Yao Qianzhu just smiled and said nothing.
Okay, since I can't find anything to say, forget it. Beiling gives up.
With this, today's game is over. Tomorrow is the last test.
Poquan has won three games, and if he wins the last one, it will be four consecutive victories. It must be said that this is rare in the Fengliu Conference for so many years.
However, the best record of the Peak Stream Conference was that of the Chinese Dynasty hundreds of years ago. They won five consecutive victories in the first competition of that Summit.
However, no matter what, this is a good sign, maybe it will be a smooth journey to win the Peak Stream Conference and win the Emperor Xin Order.
Someone started yy right here.
"Yu Rousha, stop!"
The arena was bustling with activity when suddenly such a discordant roar suddenly appeared, and the entire arena fell silent instantly.
"Yu Rousha, stop!" This time she yelled directly.
Beiling raised her eyebrows and looked at Mu Senyu who looked angry.
"Okay, there's a show to watch." Dongfang Jianyu said while holding a plate of melon seeds and eating them.
"Stop? Why?" Yu Rousha turned around and asked, hugging her chest.
His arrogant momentum was not inferior to Mu Senyu's at all.
"Why?" Mu Senyu sneered and walked quickly towards Yu Rousha. Rousha did not move, looking at Mu Senyu who was approaching her step by step until he walked in front of her and looked at her condescendingly.
What does this feel like? It’s so unpleasant to be so much shorter than him. Rousha cursed.
"Hey, Mr. Mu, what's the matter with you?" Rousha looked impatient. Her voice-over was more rude, "You, him?"
Mu Senyu didn't speak. After staring at her for a while, he grabbed her left hand and took her violently away from the venue.
"Is this the end?" Dongfang Jianyu seemed very regretful and sad, "What a pity."
Beiling looked back and was startled.
Dongfang Jianyu and Dongfang Yichen, who were not afraid of getting into trouble, had prepared snacks and tea and were waiting to watch the show. As a result, the person involved, hehehe, left.
"It's quite a pity." Beiling commented.
Seeing that nothing happened, the others also left one after another. In the end, only Poquan and others, Yu Moli from the Nanshu Dynasty and Zhuang Moran from the Haoyue Dynasty were left.
Beiling and Yao Qianzhu were not in a hurry to leave, so they simply sat down to eat, drink, and so on.
"I heard that this is Princess Pingqing's consort, Yao Qianzhu, right?"
A female voice came to mind above my head.
Beiling's hand while drinking tea paused for a moment before continuing with the next action.
"Do we know you very well?" Beiling asked.
Yumo Li was stunned by this question for a few seconds, and then smiled: "I thought it would be hard to see the princess's face clearly when she was wearing a veil, but after observing her up close, I had to admire how good-looking Princess Pingqing is.
Thinking of yesterday's song... I didn't expect that the princess would have such a profound musical talent after being away for eighteen years. Mo Li admired it. I also played the princess's song yesterday and found that there were a few parts that seemed not to be played correctly. Mo Li
Li really wants the princess to give you some advice."
This was said perfectly, without any mistakes, but it was distorted no matter how you heard it, overtly or covertly sarcastic that Beiling was not as good as Yumoli.
"Oh, I have time." Beiling responded lightly.
Yumo Li was not in a hurry and said calmly and generously: "Then, I'll be waiting for you." After saying that, he left.
After she left, Beiling put the teapot away and glanced at Yao Qianzhu: "Do you know him?"
Yao Qianzhu raised his eyes, looking very confused. It was obvious that he had no idea what had just happened.
"Need training." Bei Ling said this, and just as he was about to get up, he heard Dongfang Jianyu and Dongfang Yichen whispering to the side -
"I didn't expect Thirteen to be so open about sex!" Such obscene words were naturally said by Dongfang Jianyu.
"Fifth brother, I didn't expect Thirteen to tell such a private matter." Dongfang Yichen had an "I just found out" expression.
"Tsk, tsk, I have nothing to say."
"Uh-huh."
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Chapter completed!