"The competition rules of this elite meeting are the same as before, and are divided into two games. The first two days are the preliminary and final competitions for spiritual practitioners, and the third day is the competition for alchemists."
"Today's preliminary round will involve six people from each college, for a total of eighteen people. They will draw lots and compete in pairs! The winner will automatically enter the finals! Of course, if they are drawn from the same college, they will compete again.
Draw. In addition, to ensure fairness, the three major colleges each sent people to draw three times."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and someone quickly delivered a square wooden box next to him.
He raised his hands to Moissan and Qiao Qiaoqing respectively.
"Brother Mo Sang, Brother Qiao, please come first."
Mo Sang and Qiao Qiao played together. The two made concessions, and finally Mo Sang made the first draw.
His hand reached into the wooden box.
The ten students who come to participate in the elite meeting usually default to six spiritual practitioners and four alchemists.
So there are a total of eighteen bamboo sticks in the box, six for each college.
Seeing this, everyone held their breath.
This first game is particularly important and everyone is very concerned about it.
I don’t know who will take the lead...
Immediately afterwards, Mo Sang pulled out a bamboo stick about an inch long.
He lowered his eyes and glanced, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.
But this emotion only passed by for a moment, and he quickly raised the bamboo stick:
"The first preliminary round, Nanshan College—Xiao Mingyin!"
As soon as he said this, the crowd suddenly became excited!
Xiao Mingyin!
It’s actually Xiao Mingyin!
He can be regarded as the strongest student in Nanshan College now, right?
I actually drew him in the first game! This is basically a guaranteed win!
The atmosphere at Nanshan College suddenly became relaxed, while many people in the other two colleges frowned secretly, worried, fearing that they would be drawn.
This lottery really depends on luck. If you draw someone who is weaker than yourself, you will basically be able to enter the finals smoothly.
You know, even if your ranking in the finals is not good, there are still generous rewards!
But if you are unfortunate enough to be assigned to a group with someone who is more powerful than you, then your trip to the elite meeting will basically be in vain.
Seeing Elder Mo Sang's hand reaching into the wooden box again, everyone waited with bated breath, and countless pairs of eyes were firmly glued to his hand.
The person who was drawn this time was against Xiao Mingyin!
Except for the few others who are also Spiritual Kings, if most of the others confront him, wouldn't they all end up dying?
Finally, Mo Sang pulled out the second bamboo stick.
He glanced at it, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then raised it again:
"The first preliminary round, Qianfeng Academy - Song Yihan!"
His voice echoed loudly in the square.
When hearing this name, most people are confused.
Song Yihan?
who?
How come... I haven't heard of it much?
Mu Lingzhi looked at the name on the bamboo stick and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Such a coincidence?
Song Yihan—this person is the most popular dark horse in Qianfeng College in recent times!
It is rumored that this person has been unknown for several years, but in the past year, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, as if he suddenly had an enlightenment.
Now he is in the first stage of the Soul King!
Qiao Qiaoqing was the first to speak.
"It seems that Yihan's luck is not very good."
Having said that, his expression seemed quite relaxed, as if he didn't care about winning or losing in this game.