On the selection stage, the woman in white with a veil saw Nanhua Jun, just like the clear water of the spring river, a slight movement, like the wick that was instantly lit, burning the heat of Nanhuajun.

Soon, she hides everything from the bottom of her eyes, and the twilight is calm. The corners of the white gauze are slightly raised, and the soft voice says: "Everyone who participates in the competition stands in his own position, and the selection is about to begin."

In fact, the time has passed since the selection, but she has been sitting in the selection position, no voice, waiting for South China.

"Nanhua Jun please." Single Yu Long's hand, like a gentleman.

"Please." Nanhua Jun's cold voice, like a jade tap, is very nice.

Feng Shaoqi snorted and walked from the side of the two to his own position. What please? Single Dragon will soon be able to invite himself out of the US men's rankings.

Last year, the top ten beautiful men in the capital were standing in a row, headed by South China, and there was a man who looked like a handsome man.

This year, the new arrival of another row, there is a look of micro-jun, self-righteous standing in the first place, the result of a sneer of laughter next to him, he blushes, is not willing to let the position out, and secretly Looking at the South Palace and the slaves, they found that they were standing calmly in the tail, and his heart was cold.

What is the use of good looks? I don’t even have this confidence. What kind of beauty is it to participate in? Just go back.

Don't think that the men's rankings are so good. The silver two are so good. The beautiful men who are selected on the list must not only have looks, but also have deep cultivation and personal charm.

He had just passed by the white man and the red man, and found that the red man had no repairs in his body. Did such a person come to the stage to participate in the men’s selection? Isn't it a joke?

"The rules for the selection of the Saint-Mart men, I believe everyone knows, a total of three rounds, the elimination system." The middle-aged man on the selection stage stood up, the sound seemed to be sent out in the abdominal cavity, and everyone in the room could hear it clearly.

"In the first round, the training was a test. The sons of the participating players can find their own opponents. The losers will be eliminated. Now it starts."

The voice of the middle-aged man just fell, everyone started looking for an opponent.

Everyone is very tacit, no one dares to find Nanhua Jun, he is standing there, with one hand behind him, like a fairy.

Of course, Feng Shaohao will not be stupid enough to go to Nanhua Jun to challenge. He will follow his finger to the third place: "It’s you, this son is more than you..."

The words did not finish, the third place shook hands.

"Feng Shaozhu, you are going to challenge others! I have already chosen the people to challenge, goodbye."

The third person slipped faster than the rabbit and found a "new person" bullying.

Don't be kidding. Feng Shaoqi's cultivation is only under Nanhua Jun. He lost to Feng Shaoqi last year. If he was selected by Feng Shaoqi this year, is he not stupid?

Feng Shaoqi is also very painful. He chose the third place to challenge, win and have light, and prove his strength, and will not be told by others that he is bullying.

This is good, the third is true.

the other side.

The news of the newcomer in the first place immediately ran to the slave and pointed at him: "This son challenges you."

He was very proud of his heart. This empty-looking man had no repairs at all. He could defeat him with a single finger, and it was too easy to win.

What he didn't expect was...

"I admit defeat." The slave said simply.

what's going on? Don't give up if you don't fight? What does this empty-faced kid come to power to do?

At this time...

The sound of a string plucked, Nangong 湚 opened the slave: "I will compare with you."

He squatted at the Nangong Temple that suddenly came out, and the smugness in his heart disappeared. Is this kid very deep? Have you ever beaten him?

He immediately refused: "No, I have chosen him. He admits defeat and he is eliminated."

Nangong湚 pushed the slave to a handsome man and said faintly: "Who said it? Are they not challenging?"

The handsome man saw the slave, grabbed the slave's hand, took a palm to his chest, and exaggeratedly fell to the ground: "The brothers have a good internal force, and they are going down the wind."

The man in front of Nangong’s eyes widened his eyes and suddenly understood what was going on. The handsome man was deliberately arranged by the two men.

He pointed at Nangong and said with anger: "You are too shameless to do so."

Nangong said very calmly: "What about it? Are we fouling?"

The key to his anger is that these people did not foul.

Nangong 湚 directly shot him, not a while, he was defeated, when he was eliminated, his heart was a dog feeling, his mother is too unfair, I knew that I would not choose the red boy.

Xiao Yu just took all of this into the eye.

I smiled.

In particular, when I saw the red man’s finger on the chest of a handsome man, the “soft” palm, can fly people and vomit blood? Is this acting too good?