Of course, the disciples running for election in the hall did not know that the outside world had caused a huge turmoil, but the anomalies of the disciples running for election from unpopular countries still attracted the attention of many people. ([] .)
"Why do these country bumpkins look like they've been injected with chicken blood? Do they want others to pay attention to them?" In the third camp, a candidate candidate from a third-rate country frowned.
"I have never seen much of the world. Suddenly I came to Jin'an and saw so many outstanding disciples. It is normal to easily become restless, jealous or have low self-esteem." The woman opposite him smiled slightly.
"They are all cannon fodder who will be eliminated in the first round of selection. I don't know how excited they are." A young man's eyebrows were full of disdain, as if he felt that he was not cannon fodder.
"It's a pity that none of the top ten from the five countries came. I don't know how many people from the third-rate countries will be able to qualify in the end?" Another disciple who participated in the election sighed.
"I heard that except for Mr. Xu Wanlong, the other top nine were completely defeated by an unknown practitioner and became notorious. In the end, they didn't have the face to participate in the competition. Is this possible?" the first disciple who participated in the election asked curiously.
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"That's right." A woman in green clothes nodded, "I was in Yongqing at that time, and I heard with my own ears how someone described how the top ten fell. That practitioner was really powerful. I wonder if he is one of the disciples participating in the election today.
First, if he can run for the election, there will probably be no big problem in qualifying."
Everyone nodded. Although the top ten were the glory of the five countries, after knowing their despicable deeds, most people except Xu Wanlong scorned them. Instead, they had a good impression of the strange cultivator and were in awe.
"Huh?" A candidate disciple raised the jade slip in his hand, his expression became extremely surprised.
"What? Who are you betting on? Are you so surprised? Is there another popular disciple participating in the competition?" The woman in green was obviously familiar with him and couldn't help but laugh.
"You will find out when you come here and take a look." The candidate disciple looked strange in surprise and waved to everyone.
A group of people immediately leaned over curiously.
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"Who is this person named Xia Chen? The qualifying stakes are two hundred times higher than Yan Zi's... It's incredible." A disciple in his thirties from the second camp looked at the forbidden light slip and exclaimed in amazement.
Voice.
"What? Impossible? Is there a favorite with higher stakes than Yan Zi? Let me see who it is?"
"Even among hundreds of schools of thought, Yan Zi is a first-rate figure. How could anyone be so much higher than him?"
"Could he be a new disciple from Dayan and Zhao? It's no wonder, there are too many powerful disciples in the three thousand sects."
"It's not from Dayan and Zhao, it's from Daliang, a country that is not popular!!"
In a second-rate country, a group of disciples participating in the election finally discovered the shocking scene on the jade slip banned from gambling. It spread quickly. Most of the disciples knew that they had no hope of qualifying, so they hoped to make a fortune through gambling.
The hundreds of disciples who participated in the election, known as the Hundred Schools of Confucianism, soon learned the news and also knew the name Xia Chen. However, most of them laughed it off without comment after hearing that Xia Chen was from Daliang.
A bald young man squeezed into the crowd. He unceremoniously pulled away from the other disciples who were participating in the election, and walked up to another outstanding man who stood out from the crowd. He did not say a word, but just looked at him with an amused expression.
"Minzi. I'm not interested in men. Even if you look at me for a thousand years, I won't call you." After a long time, the man who stood out from the crowd raised his eyelids and seemed to not care about anything.
, and seemed to be paying attention to everything. He said in a deep voice.
"Aren't you the least bit touched when a low-class little brat from the Liang Kingdom outshines you? Sir Yan Zi, or have you cultivated to the point where you don't even care if someone is flattered or humiliated?" the bald man said with a playful smile.
"How do you think I should be touched? To ridicule that little bastard for not knowing what he can do? Or to lead more than 2,000 people from a second-rate country to scare the shit out of those unworthy bumpkins? Do you think it's fun?" Yan Zi revealed.
Snow-white teeth, a faint smile.
"Your realm has indeed been elevated." Min Zi's playful smile disappeared and he sighed, "If anyone among the hundreds of scholars can qualify, I guess you are the only one who has the chance."
"Sublimation? I am still as worried as I am now about using sublimation?" Yan Zi suddenly showed an unknown bitter smile, "Don't you think it's really tiring to be a scholar? Carrying the hopes of so many people, if you can't
What to do if you qualify and fail?
?You said that little bastard overshadowed me. In fact, you don’t know how pitiful he is. So many people are betting and what are the consequences of not qualifying? Have you ever thought about it? This is just a prank, he is indeed a pathetic person.
, but why aren’t you and me?”
Min Zi was stunned for a moment and was silent for a long time before he said: "Are you so unsure? Doesn't your disciple give you a lot of support?"
Yan Zi continued to smile bitterly, and suddenly grabbed his ears with both hands, twisting him to a corner of the first camp: "Look, there are at least five hundred people standing there. The cultivation level of each of these five hundred people is different from you and me.
Up and down, or just above us, don’t think that Great Yan and Great Zhao
There are only four heavenly kings. That's because they have too many powerful disciples who are participating in the election. They can't even call them names. Hundreds of schools of thought, hehe, they can't even compete with others. If a thousand people qualify, you and I can still stand.
Do you think it is possible for 100 people to qualify?"
Min Zi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally turned into the same wry smile as Yan Zi: "I think I have thought the worst about the selection, but when you say it, I think I thought it was too good.
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"Yeah." Yan Zi patted him on the shoulder, "So if you think about it, your realm has been elevated. If the little brat overshadows you, just overshadow him. What's the big deal? In fact, he is better than us.
Much sadder.”
"Yan Zi, Min Zi, why are you here?" A beautiful woman with very eye-catching appearance and figure walked over. Her complexion was as white as snow and her face was as frosty as if she was a glacier beauty.
"If we're not here, where are we going?" Minzi was a little surprised.
"Li Zi, you look unhappy?" Yan Zi could tell that something was wrong with the woman's expression.
"Are you happy that you were overshadowed by a lowly country bumpkin? I'm going to take people to teach that guy who doesn't know how high the sky is. Do you want to come with me?" Li Zi said coldly.
Yan Zi and Min Zi looked at each other and smiled bitterly again.
"Forget it, Li Zi, it's not easy for others." Yan Zi advised, "Why do you need to mobilize a large number of troops? It seems that we, the second-rate and third-rate countries, have no ambition. It will make the disciples of Yan and Zhao laugh."
"I advise you not to go, Li Zi." Min Zi also said, "Someone will definitely come forward in this matter, so let's just watch the excitement quietly."
"If you don't go, I'll go." That Li Zi was unmoved at all, and a cold light flashed through his beautiful red phoenix eyes, "I want to see who has no eyes and no self-awareness, thinking that he can become a noble if he has a little money, I will let him
He knows what stupidity is!"
She turned around coldly and walked towards the third camp. Many of the participating disciples from the second-rate countries were themselves followers of various schools of thought, not to mention a tall and beautiful person like Li Zi, so a large number of fans immediately followed.
superior.
"It seems that little brat is going to be a tragedy now." Min Zi spread his hands.
Yan Zi just shook his head and sighed.
The commotion between the second camp and the third camp naturally attracted the attention of the first camp, but except for a few people looking around, there were not many changes in the disciples of the two major powers.
They formed countless circles, chatting or discussing in low voices, but when most people were talking, they occasionally couldn't help or unconsciously look at the open space in the center.
There seemed to be the first camp, a minefield for the three thousand sects of the two powerful countries to choose disciples. No one dared to step outside the minefield, because within a radius of more than ten feet, there was a square table, with people sitting in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.
Four people.
Among the ten thousand disciples participating in the election in the hall, only four of them were sitting.
No one expressed dissatisfaction or hostility. Even the first-level monk from the Alliance who was responsible for supervising the outside looked at these four people with a special solemn look in his eyes, as if he was looking at opponents of the same level.
Because they are the four heavenly kings, the four heavenly kings of the three thousand sects of Yan and Zhao, the extremely powerful men of the acquired realm, or in a certain sense, the magical monks hidden in the acquired realm.
The King of the East Lin Yueyi, the King of the West Road Blood Wheel, the King of the South Yukang, the King of the North Song Mingzhu.
The four heavenly kings were silent most of the time and did not close their eyes to meditate. They were in a daze or meditating. They were extremely boring. Except for the northern king Song Mingzhu, who was an extremely beautiful woman, the other three were ordinary-looking.
Man, Youkang is even more of a fat man with a big belly, not like a king at all.
"I heard that he is also going to participate in the selection." After two hours of silence, Lin Yueyi finally spoke his first words tonight. He seemed to be leaning back on the chair, looking extremely lazy.
However, the stools the four people sit on have no backrests.
The expressions of the other three people were shocked at the same time, and their eyes flashed with surprise. They obviously knew who Lin Yue was talking about.
"Is it necessary? You're a pretentious guy." Lu Xuelun curled his lips, "The alliance wanted him half a year ago, but he didn't go on his own, and now he has to participate in the selection and compete with us for a spot. I don't know what he thinks.
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"Where did you get the news?" Yu Connor asked boredly, "How come we didn't know about it?"
"I guessed it." Lin Yueyi had a mischievous smile on his face.
"Cut!" The three of them collectively raised their middle fingers to him.
"But my guesses are always pretty accurate." Lin Yueyi continued with a smile, "Maybe he will really participate in the selection."
"Then why can't I see him here?" Song Mingzhu asked, her voice soft and indescribably pleasant.
"That's because." Lin Yue put his hands behind his head and said slowly, "He is a special candidate for the election and does not belong to the ten thousand of us."
The four of them were silent at the same time. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!