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The tense atmosphere also spread to the National Bureau of Africa and the State Council.

Everyone remained silent. Time seemed to be stretched out invisibly in this atmosphere.

At this point, no one in the National Bureau of Fiatology has successfully advanced to the top nine. This kind of sad mood is like a stone blocking everyone's heart.

After a while, Zhang Weidao gritted his teeth and couldn't help but complain: "If it weren't for the four-nation alliance of Japan, plus the harassment of multiple countries, with the strength of our country's non-government, at least two of them could qualify. Lao Wang might be able to get the first place!"

What Zhang Weidao said is not without reason. China's non-game in the qualifiers was harassed by the Japanese League and many countries. Thunder bombing, Gao Mingyue and many other masters were busy clearing the squad and had no time to score points at all.

Huangfu Nanlian was indifferent by nature. After obtaining enough points for promotion, she did not take the initiative to hunt for points.

Another top powerhouse, Wu Ya'an Ge, was also involved in the Spider Queen of Super Hexadecimal for several days, thinking about killing each other and being always wary of not being killed by the other party's sneak attack, thus missing a large number of opportunities to hunt points.

The most important thing is that no one knows that there are so many young masters in the world and the rewards are so good. The competition group does not explain this clearly. It is simply a different way to deal with newcomers like them. To describe them in two words, it is a scam!

"If the qualifiers are a real battlefield, then everything is possible." Wang Yan touched his nose and comforted him, "At present, our country's non-government bureau is not fully prepared enough, and he has indeed suffered a little loss, but it is also an excellent lesson and tempering. As long as we can break through the rematch next, I believe that the rewards and achievements will definitely be more abundant!"

Wang Yan's words came into the hearts of the members of the surrounding countries and non-government bureaus.

A trace of darkness flashed in Lei Hong, Gao Mingyue and others' eyes, but then a higher fighting spirit ignited.

Wu Ya'an Ge, who had been silent in the queue, turned his face away at this time. She was also not satisfied with her performance. If she had not only cared about personal grievances, she would not have been able to enter the top nine.

Huangfu Nanlian was also thinking, and everyone around began to fall into a short period of reflection and silence, but their eyes became clearer and clearer.

Just as Lao Wang said, the good show is still coming.

Under the gaze of everyone, host Sean looked at the micro monitor in his palm, and once again mysteriously elongated his tone, and announced grandly: "Please pay attention, the next promotion to win the third place is..."

"Get 782 points, the Holy Maiden of Light from the Holy See of Light, Lulu Cao!"

The audience immediately burst into warm applause and cheers.

"I am really worthy of being the Saint of Light. My points are as high as 782 points, which is more than twice as high as the previous one!"

"It goes without saying that the Holy See of Light and the Dark Council fought for three days of holy war, and most of the points were taken away by the two saints."

"That's exaggerating. It's a big force, it's such awesome."

The saint of light, Lulu, had already put on a luxurious sacrificial robe and slowly walked out of the queue amid the cheers of the crowd.

Enjoying the attention of the crowd, Lulu finally calmed down, and a generous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth again, her temperament was sacred and beautiful, as if every step she took, the bright sunshine around her would circumvent her.

As we walked, the topics that the audience talked about changed.

"Did you just hear the host call her Lulu Cao?"

"No way? Her name is Lulu Cao?"

The saint of light Lulu's smile suddenly stiffened, her pretty face turned ashen, and she glared at Wang Yan not far away with resentment, and then quickly walked behind Sean.

Wang Yan felt the strong hostility and his brows jumped, thinking, I am innocent, your name is Lulu Cao, why did you blame me?

"The second-placed advancer in this qualifier was 791 points, the Dark Saint from the Dark Council, Katherine!" Sean then announced the second-placed advancer.

"Wow!" The audience's voices became louder, and the discussion followed.

"The points obtained by the Dark Saint are actually higher than that of the Saint of Light!"

"The Dark Saint's ability is more fierce and has stronger attack power. With the help of the sheep-headed demon Bafumi, he does have more advantages than the Light Saint in terms of fighting and collecting points."

"However, the Saint of Light surpasses the Saint of Darkness in terms of healing, blessing and defense abilities. It is really impossible to say which of the two is stronger and who is weaker."

Katherine raised her lips slightly and looked very good.

She didn't care how the audience was talking about it. She only knew that she had a few more points than the Saint of Light, which was enough to despise the other party.

Catherine walked out of the queue alone. Because of her huge body and heavy anger, she had already taken back into the seal of her left eye.

At this time, she changed into a beautiful black pleated skirt and wore a black top hat. She looked like a noble daughter from a famous European painting, with noble demeanor and slender manners.

He walked gracefully behind Sean, deliberately standing beside Lulu, with bright and strange eyes looking at the other party without any concealment.

Lulu is naturally not a fuel-efficient lamp, so she glared back without showing any weakness.

The two saints who have always refused to give in to each other, their eyes collided with each other in the air, and there seemed to be a strong smell of gunpowder floating in the air.

There seemed to be a "crackling" sound of explosions in the ears of the crowd at the scene, with a strong and domineering momentum that made many male audiences on the scene tremble.

In the queue of the National African Bureau, Zhang Weidao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, pulled Wang Yan in front of him, and whispered: "Old Wang, I really convinced you now. On the way back, I watched the video. In this world, you can only fly two saints, His Highness, and you can still be safe and sound."

"Worry, can I say, is that just an accident?" Wang Yan looked innocent, "Actually, that's just a misunderstanding."

"hehe."

Everyone around the country and the African Bureau all glanced at something else, "Accident? Misunderstanding? Who believes it!"

"The first place in this qualifier is!" host Sean announced in a very excited voice, "Breaking through the highest record in history and getting 956 points, the son of the flame from China National Bureau of False, Wang Yan!"

The entire venue was filled with a "whistle" and it became a boil.

"Nine hundred and fifty-six points? Oh my god, I thought the two saints were already so awesome, but I didn't expect that the Son of Fire was really awesome!"

"Actually, it's no wonder that a strong man of A+ can get 100 points once he tries, and a strong man of A has 50 points. There are so many top masters in the Japanese League, plus the points of the two saints, he has won once. He can't even be undeveloped."

"Son of Fire is amazing. Most people can't dream of doing this."

The audience was in full bloom, and the two holy sons who were cheated on the scene were bitter in their mouths.

It was all because of this Wang Yan that they fought to the death of the holy war and lost points in the last three days, almost failed to advance to the qualifiers.

And those masters of the Japanese Alliance were even more miserable by Wang Yan.

At that time, many masters from the Japanese League were wiped out at once. At this time, except for a few top experts and a few low-level players who were slightly lucky, each organization had only a dozen members who advanced to the rematch, and they were all exhausted and exhausted.

This scene, when it comes to this crowded venue, is extremely miserable.

At this moment, these Japanese players, when they saw Wang Yan, were as if they saw their father-killing enemies, gritting their teeth and their eyes were almost glaring out.

Even on the rostrum, the big men from these major organizations felt depressed when they saw Wang Yan, their blood pressure increased, and they were so angry.

They originally planned to unite and humiliate Yan Zun's disciple, and then suppress and eliminate the rising China State Bureau of the China State Council, and for this, they did not hesitate to bear the despicable and shameless infamous reputation.

But the result was that the army was wiped out. Such a result was undoubtedly that in front of the whole world, they could not say a word.

At this time, it only takes one word to describe their mood, that is "hate".

Wang Yan glanced at the scene and didn't care about the gazes thrown by the hostile forces. After celebrating with the members of the surrounding countries and African bureaus, he walked to the bottom of the rostrum with a smile on his face.

The two saints immediately projected their fighting eyes on Wang Yan.

After finally calming down, Wang Yan didn't want to provoke these two saints again, so he had to smile embarrassedly, greet the two saints' girlfriends, and then continued to keep a low profile.

On the rostrum, Emmons saw Wang Yan and the two saints standing in the same row, and sweat came out on his forehead.

This way, he could keep a low profile. Emmons turned around and the surname Wang with the Son of Fire!

He seemed to be jogging all the way, and walked down the steps quickly. He waved his hand to signal a dozen people to follow with the etiquette of holding prizes. Now that the prizes were awarded early, he could breathe a sigh of relief sooner.

Now he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would lead to a world war in the supernatural world for Wang Yan's son at the venue.

"Senior Emmons, I see that you have sweat on your forehead. Are you very hot?" Wang Yan asked with concern.

Emmons felt nervous when he heard this, thinking that if he didn't know what you caused, he would really think you were a simple and polite guy.

"It's okay, the Pacific climate is just a little wet and hot." Emmons took out his handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead and sideburns, raised his head again, and had returned to the former majestic and steady Super League president.

"Congratulations to you for achieving excellent rankings. I hope that through the awards of this conference, you can help you reach the top as soon as possible and become the pillars of our world." He raised his eyes and glanced at the nine advanced players in front of him and said in a concise language, "I'll tell you a long story, and then choose the prizes according to the rankings. You can come first, Son of Fire."
Chapter completed!