Duanmu Yawang touched her stomach, smiled and told truthfully: "I'm hungry, I plan to go to eat a meal."

"Now?"

The contenders were surprised, and hurriedly persuaded: "If you win, you can continue to fight. If you go out to eat now, you will be re-arranged when you come back."

"Yes, yes!"

The other fighters were eager to persuade, and at the same time they picked up the food box at their feet and handed it to Duanmu Yawang: "We still have some food here, so if you don't dislike it, we will put our stomachs on it."

"No need." Duanmu Yawang didn't pay attention before, only to find that these seniors had put a food box at their feet, but she was so embarrassed to take the elders' things.

Besides, the reason why she came down was that she didn't want to fight anymore, and that being hungry was just an excuse.

"What are you polite!"

Several elders smiled and handed her the food box in their hands, "It's all steamed buns and small dishes, with carbon-warm stuff in it. The student brought it over not long ago. It's warm. Eat it while it's hot."

Duanmuya opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but looking at the enthusiasm of these seniors, she was a little embarrassed and said seriously: "I actually have some things on my side. I want to go back, so I won't participate in the fight anymore."

After participating in the three battles, she didn't want to waste time on it anymore.

"what?"

When all the fighters heard this, they were shocked and disappointed, "Why didn't you continue to participate? You performed so well at a young age, you should continue to participate!"

"Yes, we all want to compare with you!"

These fighters all admired Duanmu Yawang very much. They had never seen such a young man with such a wide range of knowledge. He will stand at the pinnacle of this battle room with a high score of 94 points. They also want to give it a try. Try, fight with him, whether they will lose or win, after all, this battle room sometimes depends on luck.

Of course, they didn't say that it was luck for him to accept Chen Lao just now. Moreover, Huo Lao also said that when the Lord Gongyu didn't fight before, he behaved well and knew more than him!

Therefore, this child must be genuine!

The more so, the more they want to fight him.

Want to compare with her?

Duanmu Yawang felt like crying. With so many people, it would take at least several hours to compare them one by one. She really didn't want to waste time here...

However, everyone is kind, she is not happy to leave like this, "Well then, I will participate in one more game, and I will go back if I lose."

"You don't necessarily lose!"

Someone heard her say that, he was immediately cheerful and very happy. At the same time, he passed the food box in his hand and said, "Aren't you hungry, eat two buns first to fill your stomach."

"Thanks a lot."

The hospitality was overwhelming, Duanmu Yawang opened the food box and took out two warm buns.

The referees on the stage have been watching the situation here. They didn't wait long before they knocked on the gong and raised their voices and asked: "Next, who will continue to fight, please come on stage."

Duanmu Yawang, as the person who won just now, since she wants to continue participating, she naturally has to go on stage. She said to the others: "Then I will go up first."

"good."

The seniors nodded, but did not forget to say hi: "Yes, you just won, congratulations."

"Thank you seniors." Duanmu Yawang bent over to thank them, and then went up while gnawing on the buns.

After she went up, the referee asked: "Is there any fighter who wants to fight with Lord Gongyu, please raise your hand."

At one place in China, the contenders raised their hands one after another.

The referee looked at it and asked Duanmu Yawang: "Young Master Gongyu, there are more than two people, so you have to choose yourself."

Looking at these raised hands, Duanmu Yawang felt a headache. She pondered for a moment, and said: "I have had some conversations with Fang Lao, and I am familiar with it. Why don't you just get old."

"good."

The referee nodded, looked at Lao Fang, and said, "Also invite Lao Fang to the stage."

Old Fang's face was full of smiles, and he stood up immediately. Old Chen had a very good mentality and said, "Brother Fang, you won't lose for a while and you will be worse than me!"

"Humph!"

Old Fang snorted, "You crow's mouth, who said I will definitely lose? Maybe I'm lucky, this time I win?"

"Well, well, then I wish you good luck." Chen Lao also knows how to measure, too lazy to hit him again, fearing that his performance will be affected after he takes the stage.

Fang Lao came to the stage, Duanmu Yawang just finished gnawing a bun, after gnawing, Fang Lao patted him on the shoulder, the old face said with a serious expression: "My baby, don't give me face in a while, I have to fight hard. ."

"I know, I will." Doing my best is to respect the opponent.

"Master, when you are saying this, don't you have a guilty conscience?" Xiao Bailu hadn't eaten for two days. Duanmu Yawang had meat buns in his hands. The fragrance was so fragrant. When she was eating, he had a pair of eyes. Never left from the buns.

Oh, he really wants to eat...

"Why should I have a guilty conscience?"

"The fight just now." Xiao Bailu reminded with a curl of his lips.

Duanmu Ya looked at it, thinking of the content of the fight, her eyes deep.

At this time, the referee said: "Please come and draw the dice for two people."

"Yes."

Duanmu Yawang walked over while chewing on the buns. After the referee passed the dice, she said with bulging cheeks: "Fang, please first."

"good."

Seeing that she was eating happily, Fang naturally agreed and took the lead in shaking the dice.

Finally, it is a six o'clock.

Duanmu Ya looked at it and raised her eyebrows: "It seems that I don't have to shake it anymore."

"It's still necessary, what if you get a tie?" Fang Lao said, putting the dice into her hands, and Duanmu Yawang just shook it randomly, and the result was only one point.

She couldn't help but smiled, "I'm out of luck, I'm troubled to draw lots all the time."

"What kind of luck is yours."

Fang Lao was also amused by her point, but when he won, he naturally had to draw lots. When the referee passed the lottery, he drew one of them.

As soon as the lot was drawn, he looked down, and it said five types: astronomical chess allusions

Upon seeing this, his old face suddenly wrinkled, and he grinned bitterly while pinching his old eyebrows: "It seems that, in fact, I have very bad luck today."

"How to say?"

Duanmu Yawang was curious, and he leaned over to take a look, saw the words above, and raised his brows: "Allusions?" How could this thing appear? She is a stranger from another world, so she has no idea of ​​what historical allusions are at all?

Mr. Fang was surprised when she said this: "The son is not good at allusions?"

"Right." Duanmu Yawang helplessly, thinking of Fang Lao Fangcai's words, asked: "What is Fang Lao not good at?"

"Astronomy, array."