Three commanders came to Qianlong Gaowu for inspection?!

Such things...

If it's not a joke, it can only mean that something unusual is brewing and fermenting!

But, what exactly happened?

Minister Ding stood up and said: "This competition is called the World Martial Arts Competition! It is divided into the following stages. The first stage is to draw lots. There is no target quota limit, just enjoy it."

The expressions of Ye Changqing and other senior officials of Qianlong Gaowu suddenly changed.

Drawing lots?!

Drawing lots means we can’t arrange people, right?

This is completely unscripted!

And what’s the end of the fun?

How many games does it take to end the fun?

You can have a lot of fun with two or three games, you can still have a lot of fun with three or five games, you can still have a lot of fun with ten games and eight games, and to put it bluntly, even if you play a hundred and eighty games, you can still have a lot of fun!

So how do you count a win? How do you count a loss?

Minister Ding, what are you doing?

You want to say there are no rules at all, but what do you mean by dividing it into several stages?

How many specific stages are there?

Can you always explain it clearly?

Vice-Principal Liu went up worriedly holding the roster.

Minister Ding has a bunch of signatures in his hand, and he doesn’t know when they appeared.

"The first team, Qianlong Gaowu's third-grade class one, the fifth name! The opponent, the thirteenth name of the second team!"

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Chapter completed!