After checking for an hour, Zhang Yifeng finally had a general understanding of the contestants’ cultivation.
"Check out Shen Qingteng's storage ring."
When I came back last night, Zhang Yifeng hadn't checked Shen Qingteng's storage ring yet. There was no guarantee that there would be anything good that could come in handy.
Shen Qingteng's storage ring space is not large, and certainly not small.
After carefully exploring Shen Qingteng's Qiankun bag, there was food, drink, martial arts and elixirs in it.
It's a pity that Zhang Yifeng doesn't like these martial arts. Some elixirs are of some use to him.
Apart from martial arts, the most precious thing Shen Qingteng left behind was the white sword, which was an acquired weapon. I don't know where Shen Qingteng got it.
Once Zhang Yifeng is fully proficient in the One Hundred and Eight Hammers, he can melt the sword and use it to refine the Sky-Splitting Mark.
It's a pity that although the sword is good, Zhang Yifeng dare not use it in the Royal City. If he wants to use Shen Qingteng's things, he must at least leave the Royal City.
To blatantly use Shen Qingteng's things in the royal city is to seek death. Zhang Yifeng is not that stupid.
After checking Shen Qingteng's storage ring, Zhang Yifeng took out Uncle Qiang's ring. Uncle Qiang was much poorer than Shen Qingteng, so after a quick glance, Zhang Yifeng showed no interest.
Time passed, and on the second day, Zhang Yifeng went to the entrance of the Eighth Hall in person.
Although he was qualified to participate, he still had to verify his identity and then go through the preliminary round. In other words, he signed up.
Only when you are qualified can you register. But it is not 100% possible to register successfully. After all, there is a so-called primary election, and many people may be eliminated directly when they register.
The registration address for this competition is the eighth hall entrance of the Shen family.
Each of the eight halls can register. Successful contestants will compete in the preliminary round at the hall where they registered. Only the top ten in each hall are eligible for the finals.
Because of this competition, the Eight Great Halls are recruiting disciples, which means that whichever hall the contestants sign up for, they want to stay in that hall.
The eight halls of the Shen family's foreign clan are also divided into strong and weak ones. The strong halls are naturally where the proud people of heaven gather.
The church Zhang Yifeng chose to sign up for was Lightning Hall.
Lightning Hall is just a mediocre entrance to the Eight Great Halls, not outstanding, nor too backward.
"What are you doing!"
Zhang Yifeng had just arrived at the gate of Lightning Hall and was immediately stopped by the disciple guarding the gate.
"Hello, we are contestants here to participate in the competition." Zhang Yifeng said calmly.
"Go in and turn right."
The gatekeeper did not make things difficult for Zhang Yifeng. After Zhang Yifeng entered the Lightning Hall, the foreign disciple who guarded the gate sighed and said to another disciple.
"The people who came to our Lightning Hall to sign up this year are some young boys. I'm afraid the kid just now is only twenty-one or twelve years old. It seems that it will be difficult for the No. 1 person to emerge from our Lightning Hall this year."
"There is no way, why is the Lightning Hall itself not strong? Those talented people will not come to the Lightning Hall to sign up. Even if they come, they will be taken away by other halls in the end."
Zhang Yifeng didn't hear the conversation between the two. After entering, he saw a huge courtyard.
In the courtyard, many disciples are training. On their left chest is a giant ape and on their right chest is a lightning bolt. This is the symbol of the Shen family.
The emblem of the inner clan is a golden ape. The emblem of the outer clan is a giant ape plus the logo of each hall.
The Shen family, regardless of whether it is a foreign clan or an internal clan, has a great status in the royal city. Ordinary families would not even dare to offend foreign disciples.
After searching for a while, Zhang Yifeng finally found the registration place, which was a large living room.
When Zhang Yifeng first arrived, several young men and women walked out of the hall together. They were talking, laughing, and discussing with each other.
"According to the information I have learned, there are no top ten young talents among the people who registered in Lightning Hall. In other words, if we come to Lightning Hall to register, each of us has a chance to enter the top ten. Then we can participate in the finals."
"Yes, Lightning Hall is our good news. At least we are more certain to enter the finals. Even if we don't get a good ranking in the end, it is already more honorable to enter the finals."
Hearing the conversation of these young people, Zhang Yifeng was a little speechless. Although he signed up for the Lightning Hall, he did not intend to break the rules. He participated in the competition this time and wanted to get first place no matter what.
I chose Lightning Hall because he is a low-key person.
Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng walked into the hall.
Before he walked in, Zhang Yifeng heard the roar of a woman coming from the hall.
"Asshole! Do these boys really regard our Lightning Hall as a springboard to enter the finals? Look at all the people who came to sign up! Almost all of them are young people in their twenties or fives. How can such a young person have such a good reputation?
How many monsters? Bastards!"
"Deacon Ding, calm down. Women get old easily when they are angry."
"How can I calm down? What do these little bastards think of my Lightning Hall?"
"Deacon Ding, calm down."
"I don't have any eggs, how can I make eggs?"
Zhang Yifeng's face twitched when he heard the conversation in the hall. This person named Butler Ding seemed to have a hot temper? He must have reached menopause, but it was right to think about it. If the young heroes did not sign up with them, they would really have no face.
Outside the door, Zhang Yifeng straightened his clothes and knocked politely.
As a man of two generations, Zhang Yifeng still understands this rule.
"Come in."
The fiery deacon's voice came, and he seemed to have deliberately restrained his emotions. After all, the person who knocked on their door was probably here to sign up.
Soon, Zhang Yifeng walked into the hall and found three people in the hall, two men and one woman.
The two men were sitting on chairs, but the woman was sitting directly on the table. The woman was wearing a tight dress, with her legs crossed together, revealing her white thighs.