My Archangel

Then... he discovered a somewhat strange phenomenon.

That is, the three people in the opposite group seemed to have stayed where they were after noticing him and Morik when entering the field.

Even now, it seems that there is no sign of tactical arrangement. Instead of leaning against the fire, the three people huddled together, chattering as if arguing with each other.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen showed a little interest.

"...Grass...you...○? Didn't you...say...there are only two...none of the names...heard...savage...?"

"Then he's... it's... the broom star...! His rank... is not... printed wrong..."

"What am I...how do I know...?"

"Forget it... Let's also... Go... No... regrets?"

"Fuck...I...I...not...in front of so many...people...being beaten..."

Although they were separated by a not too close distance, with Qiao Wen's eyesight at this time, he could still guess what they were arguing about through the mouth shapes that the three had not deliberately covered.

It seems that the members of that group have already had a certain degree of disagreement after seeing their opponents this time being Morik and himself.

Two people seemed to have the idea that they were all coming, and they wanted to fight.

And the other man who is still arguing seems to be planning to abstain directly.

"..."

After observing this, Qiao Wen was silent for a moment.

Then he withdrew his gaze and returned most of his attention to the notebook in his hand.

I always feel that I can't bring up any interest.

As previously decided, he is in charge of fishing, and it is more appropriate to leave these trivial matters to Morik.

Moreover, Qiao Wen felt that Molick seemed to be very happy with the abuse of food.

"You're afraid of a hammer! This old thing was beaten on the ground by a kid who has never heard of the name in front of so many people the day before yesterday. There are three people here! Three golds! Fuck him!"

"Yes! This old thing has already been doing it outside the door...and it's still bluffing, fuck him!"

At this moment, Qiao Wen heard several shouts from afar.

It seems that the people on the opposite side are cheering on themselves.

Qiao Wen took out a pen to paint on the notebook, and glanced at the distant situation.

He happened to see the scene of three middle-aged men gnashing their teeth and rushing towards Molik.

After about a few seconds.

The first round of qualifiers has come to an end.

ended.

There was no suspense, and the curtain was pulled down with Morik's one hammer three.

Although it seemed that the difference in strength was a bit too obvious, as the field that ended the fastest, after Morik showed overwhelming combat ability, there was still a wave of movement in the crowd around the square.

But if you listen carefully, you will probably hear...In this discussion, words such as "broom star", "he is here again" and "grass" appear quite frequently.

"The first group is pretty easy."

After putting down three people one after another, Molick did not leave the field, but lifted the three fallen men and threw them out of the field.

"Next group."

Then, with such a dull voice that didn't sound sharp, but was extremely penetrating, came from Molick's mouth, the crowd in the square that was tumbling suddenly fell silent.

Most of the people who were paying attention to the third scene seemed to be attracted by Morik's unexpected reaction.

"From now on, Lao Tzu will decide the rules of this venue."

Morik held his head high and his voice became clearer.

At this time, after attracting the attention of almost the entire square, and even the entire Li Siren nationals who were watching the pre-selection scene, he slowly raised his right hand and raised a finger: "Waiting for you young people to fight. , It’s just a waste of time...Listen, I Molick contracted this place."

"If any of you can kick me out of this place, I Morik will not participate in any expeditions...but unfortunately, no one can do it."

"Today...I want to hit a hundred."

Chapter 070: Only one left

'I always feel...this is pretty handsome in some movies, but it doesn't seem to be suitable for speaking in reality.'

Molick's voice echoed in his ears, although it was low, but still resounding throughout the square, Qiao Wen quickly received sights from all directions.

Although Qiao Wen's face is quite thick, and the camera on his face could be calm when he went to work before, but now... he silently opened his cheeks.

Not because of shyness, but because of shame.

He also didn't expect that the uncle who was still lost not long ago, now after putting a group of three golds in the qualifier, is like regaining a new life, suddenly becoming particularly arrogant.

'However, the effect does not seem to be too bad.'

At this moment, after Molick let out a sudden throat, Qiao Wen could obviously feel that as their attention increased rapidly, the atmosphere of the entire square... also had some changes.

At least in terms of feeling, it is not as serious as before.

"..."

Then, at this moment, Qiao Wen felt a special sight.

That sight was not from the audience, but from the high platform on the side.

Elsia apparently also noticed the situation on their side.

Qiao Wen looked up.

What was greeted was a glance with a hint of inquiry.

This holy son did not directly deal with Morik's actions just now, but seemed to support him, and was now seeking his opinion.

"..."

Qiao Wen silently clicked a thumbs-up, indicating that he didn't have any opinions.

Anyway, he is a bastard now, so he won't need to do anything later, just do whatever you want.