Chapter 482: Imperial martial arts field (2/2)
The little boy asked seriously, looking very serious, very early, but his age is only six or seven years old.
The little girl is a little younger than him, and at this moment, she also flashes bright big eyes and looks at the game.
There was a hint of worry in the eyes of the gaze, but in the face of two children, he smiled brightly and said: ”The 18th prince, the 19th princess, the eastern boy is very strong and will definitely win.”
”That's great!”
The nineteen princess happily patted the palm of his hand.
The 18th Emperor was obviously very happy, but he just showed a hint of laughter.
The tour was like a glimpse, and the heart whispered: ”The temperament of the 18th Emperor is much stronger than that of other princes. Unfortunately, he is not a blind man. Otherwise, the throne of the Kyushu Empire will be none other than him.”
On the stand of Wuwangfu, Wulingfeng stood up against the wind, and the clothes were fluttering. Around him, surrounded by many servants, there were several younger siblings who were younger than him.
”Big Brother, it’s almost noon, and the Eastern Holocaust hasn’t arrived yet. Is he afraid? I know that you have just come out of the Dragon Field and you have to rise up and not dare to fight?”
A 14-year-old boy whispered.
”Of course, the **** knows how to avoid weaknesses and avoids the face. If he does not come today, it will be a few days. If he comes, hey, he must die in the hands of the big brother, and he will die in the fighting arena. Nothing!”
Another little girl was cold, and her mouth was a touch of faintness.
Wu Lingfeng smiled and did not answer.
The people in the ordinary stands are also anxious.
”How come the Eastern Holocaust has not come yet?”
”Is he afraid?”
”That's how it is. I have put a thousand pieces of Lingpin in the Duobao Pavilion, and I am betting on the East Holocaust! If he doesn't come, will these Lingjings be drowned?”
”Oh, your kid has recently made a fortune? When is the last time I owe me a hundred yuan Lingjing?”
”This, let's not say this now, the Eastern Holocaust is still coming or not? If I don't come, I will go to the gate of his house and scream!”
Hundreds of thousands of people talked about it, although each was very whispered, but together, it formed a kind of snoring, so that the upcoming Eastern Holocaust and Ning Qi could hear it.
”Dongfang, you are coming too late, and some people are dissatisfied.”
Ning Qi smiled.
”Speaking at noon, it is natural to go in at noon.”
The Eastern Holocaust faint smile.
”Time is coming.”
Everyone looked down at the shadow under their feet. When they overlapped with the shadow, it was noon. If the Eastern Holocaust had not come, it would be a waiver.
”almost!”
”Ten interest!”
”Seven interest!”
”Three interest!”
”One……”
”coming!”
”Look!”
I saw the Eastern Holocaust and Ning Qi Qiqi flew into the fighting arena, standing in the air.
”Hey, who is the guy next to him?”
”I don't know, I haven't seen it.”
”How is he!”
Duan Minglong and others have a shocking color on their faces. How can they not understand why Ning Qi will come to the battlefield with the Eastern Holocaust?