The first time I heard that the competition inside the sect would invite outsiders to participate. Ningxia thought it was the limit to invite people to come to see him, but she didn't expect that she would have to operate even more flirty. What exactly do Wuhua School want to do?

Ningxia did guess that the sect had other plans, but it was not sure what it was selling in the gourd. This time, it was even more inconspicuous when the "scam" was knocked.

Not only did they invite outsiders to watch the internal competitions, but they also let them play. Although there are also grand ceremony for disciples of various sects to fight, they are different in nature. They have treasure swords, which show that they can shock the villains and give their power to Yangzong. But now such internal competitions are publicly announced to others for their praise, isn’t this showing their trump card to the public?

When they need to be truly displayed, they have already analyzed them for a round. Wouldn't they suffer a loss?

Not only Ningxia, but also many upper-level disciples cannot understand the operation of the sect. This rule is obviously announced and decided now.

Seeing the sensation below, Zhenjun Xuanyang didn't even tremble his eyebrows and continued, "Don't be impatient, listen to me."

The shocking power of the head of the True Lord was indeed extraordinary. The chaotic venue suddenly became quiet, afraid that he would miss any important information.

"This competition has been agreed by the sect elders' meeting and made a final decision in consultation with all the friends present. The purpose is to promote the exchanges between disciples of various sects, and there is no need to worry too much. You just need to treat it as an ordinary battle and compete with strong players of all levels. This is also the expectation of the sect for you. The stronger you meet, the stronger you will be, and you will break your own path."

What else is there to say? The words have been blocked. The disciples know it. Xuanyang True Lord even brought out the Elders' Council, and they still questioned what they were trying to do.

What kind of existence is the Elders? A group of old monsters. The most experienced and powerful people in the sect basically retreated from high positions. The former storm and old foxes passed this method. What can these younger generations say?

But many people are a little angry about this.

Forget it, even if you have your own people, you can get a share of the pie, but from other sects, there is also uncertainty. They are not as strong as their own people. They are not bound by their own rules and have no weight in their hands, and there is no explanation for killing them directly.

Of course, even if there is an explanation, they will die in vain...

Many disciples think of this and are a little resistant. Many people pay special attention to this issue.

True Lord Xuanyang seemed to read the thoughts in everyone's hearts and said: "Don't worry, since fellow Taoists from the Friends will naturally abide by the rules of our Five Hua Sect. Just as I said before, do not hurt people's lives."

"If anyone violates this rule, it will be handled according to the common rules of the cultivation world. Their rewards will also be released from the warehouse and will not participate in the sect's reward system..."

For some reason, Ningxia felt that the other party's words seemed to have a different meaning, and had an unfinished meaning.

But this is not her business for the time being. She has not yet reached that level of struggle at this level.

This kind of treatment seems to be a little more acceptable, and many disciples nodded secretly. Most of them are just low-level disciples and are unlikely to participate in high-level battles. All kinds of arguments and oppositions are just worried about their own safety and interests. After all, they are the ones who are the first to be affected if something happens.

For another group of people, their mentality is completely different. They don’t care about rewards or some hidden risks. They are extremely expectant and eager to try it out at this moment.

What a rare opportunity to compete with monks of the same age as all the sects in the world. They are still relatively young and have never seen all kinds of scenes. Such opportunities are unattainable for them.

It is exciting to be able to compete with the world's heroes on a formal platform.

"What's this? I always feel a little weird?" Ning Xia murmured involuntarily, touching her head.

"It's the first time I've heard of this kind of thing. I didn't expect the sect to make such a decision. This union competition is really worthy of its name..."

"No... let me slow down, what happened just now. I felt a little dizzy..." He Haigong was already dumbfounded.

Ningxia thinks that if the other party has a voice at this moment, it might be a series of long-lasting life...

The other disciples of the Formation Hall also talked about this, either anxious or surprised, and every one was calm.

Everyone felt the meaning of the coming of storm from this new rule.

"Don't worry, it's a good thing." Zhenjun Yuanheng, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, instantly attracting the attention of the people in the Formation Hall. They gradually restrained their discussion and looked at each other carefully.

I saw him looking at the direction of the leader with a blank expression, his expression was calm, his lips were slightly pursed, as if the words that everyone heard just now were fake.

However, Ningxia, who was closest to it, was sure that it was not an illusion, and the other party did say this.

A good thing?

It seems that there is really a hidden feeling inside. Ning Xia thought to himself, intending to look back and explore the other party's words.

The speech of Xuanyang Zhenjun over there has come to an end.

"...This competition will not be registered. We will directly draw suitable candidates from the venue to participate in this competition." Regardless of what kind of bomb he threw to the disciples below, Xuanyang Zhenjun signaled to the bottom according to the original plan.

An older Jindan monk walked up from the bottom of the booth with a quiet and beautiful wooden box. Soon, the disciples also noticed him, and many people's eyes fell on the box he was holding.

To be honest, the wooden box has a very high presence, so high that it can't be ignored.

The smooth surface is filled with a strange luster, and natural patterns are winding on it. It looks like it is a bit old, exuding a sense of beauty that has accumulated over the years of quietness, making people wonder what good things are inside.

There is a hollow pattern in the middle of the wooden box, with special lines, somewhat like butterflies, and golden streamers can be seen.

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"No... let me slow down, what happened just now. I felt a little dizzy..." He Haigong was already dumbfounded.

Ningxia thinks that if the other party has a voice at this moment, it might be a series of long-lasting life...

The other disciples of the Formation Hall also talked about this, either anxious or surprised, and every one was calm.

Everyone felt the meaning of the coming of storm from this new rule.

"Don't worry, it's a good thing." Zhenjun Yuanheng, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, instantly attracting the attention of the people in the Formation Hall. They gradually restrained their discussion and looked at each other carefully.
Chapter completed!