Hearing the sound, everyone moved and spontaneously gathered on the high platform, either alone or in groups of three or five, each with its own posture, some excited, some worried, and some frustrated, the only common point was that everyone was waiting for it, but no one moved forward. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The scene was stalemate all of a sudden, silent all around, the three real people on the high platform turned a blind eye to this, did not urge everyone, and did not specify the order of registration, Wang Yi, who was interrupted from his thoughts, also stood silently in the crowd, expressionless, silently watching the development of things, and counting the number of demon pills in his heart, without the slightest idea of being the first to step forward.

It's just that to Wang Yi's surprise, Jiang Xiaowei actually stood by his side, I don't know if it was because the two of them experienced a life and death crisis together, Wang Yi obviously felt that Jiang Xiaowei's attitude towards him was much closer.

Of course, Wang Yi did feel a little puzzled by this, after all, the two had the idea of killing each other before, but now they are standing together like friends, and the change is really a bit big, but Wang Yi quickly put this idea aside, because the situation has changed again.

About thirty breaths later, a laugh sounded, which was particularly harsh in the silent crowd, and everyone looked for prestige, only to see a strong man with a height of seven feet, a bald head, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a tiger's back and a bear's waist.

Wang Yi looked at this strong man and was a little surprised, not only because of his appearance, but also because of his dress, generally speaking, monks because of their cultivation, their figures are relatively well-proportioned, and they mostly wear long robes or Taoist robes, and few monks are as maverick as strong men, wearing leather clothes and leather skirts, and walking barefoot.

Looking at the strong man's metallic chest and arms exposed in the sun, Wang Yi could feel the powerful power contained in it, and the strong man gave Wang Yi the feeling of a humanoid explosive bear, but the more this happened, the more confused Wang Yi became, because there are basically no special physical training monks in the Kyushu world, because unless they are talented, no matter how good the training is, it will be difficult to resist the benefits of the flying sword after all.

As if seeing Wang Yi's doubts, Jiang Xiaowei beside him whispered, "That guy should have some of the blood of the Southern Barbarian Clan."

The voice is soft and glutinous, giving Wang Yi a feeling of gentleness like water, Wang Yi has to secretly sigh in his heart, Jiang Xiaowei is really a changeable woman, innocent, cute, ruthless, and gentle.

However, this idea only flashed in Wang Yi's heart, and soon disappeared, listening to her words, Wang Yi knew in his heart that the Southern Wilderness barbarians were born with different temperaments, strong bodies, and could fight and kill demon beasts, and strong men had barbarian blood, and it was normal to have such a performance.

What really makes Wang Yi strange is how can a strong man with barbarian blood appear here, the Southern Wilderness and the East China Sea are separated by thousands of miles, the two are completely at the opposite ends of the world, and there is a complete Kyushu continent in between.

Without waiting for Wang Yi to think about it, the strong man who walked on the bluestone platform spoke again, his voice was loud, showing a heroic style, but the content made many monks secretly angry in their hearts.

"You cowards, grinding like a, let me Shi Meng come to make a start for you."

The monks present were secretly angry when they heard this, but in the end, they were monks, not ordinary people, and they had their own manners, no one opened their mouths to scold, they just watched coldly, and the strong man did not give everyone a chance to speak.

After the strong man finished speaking, he took out a storage bag, opened it, and opened it downward.

The sound of clanging sounded, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, crisp and moving, and many monks who were originally ready to laugh at the strong man were suddenly stunned, their faces were flushed, and they didn't know whether they were ashamed or suffocated.

The white round little demon pill is scattered on the ground, like a bright pearl, it is moving, mysterious and real, expressionless, with a wave of his hand, all the scattered demon pills disappeared and were pocketed.

"Eighty-three, temporarily ranked first" The sound is like an ancient well, deep, calm, and without waves.

Listening to the number casually reported by the real person of Xuanji, the audience was gasping for air, and many monks were shocked by this number, even Wang Yi was a little surprised, after all, up to now, including the demon pills he obtained and obtained from other monks, there were only fifty-five little demon pills in total.

This number is indeed beyond the imagination of many monks, in the eyes of some monks, it is fortunate to be able to get ten demon pills, eighty-three are completely unimaginable, according to the probability of the little demon producing the demon pill, even if the monk is lucky, it is possible to kill hundreds of little demons, if he is unlucky, he may not be able to make up more than a thousand little demons.

Regardless of the reaction of everyone in the audience, the strong man heard this, his expression was solemn, and he bowed and said, "Thank you for the real person"

The attitude is humble, and he does not see the slightest arrogance just now, as if he has changed a person.

Xuanji Zhenren didn't reply, nodded slightly, as a response, and then directly waved his long sleeves, and a jade tablet appeared on the high platform, only to see that the jade tablet was snow-white, one zhang high, three feet wide, exuding a warm luster. And at the top of the jade tablet, the name of the stone is hanging high on it.

Seeing such a scene, the strong man Shi Meng saluted again, quietly retreated, and stood alone on the other side.

The other monks saw Shi retreat suddenly, and no longer hesitated, no matter how many demon pills they had, they all stepped forward to register, for a while, the voices were boiling, not as cold as before, the speed of registration was very fast, Xuanji Zhenren accepted the demon pill, reported the number, and proposed the ranking, no matter whether the demon pill was more or less, Xuanji Zhenren did not say the slightest, and did not stop in the middle, and after a while, the number of registered people had already exceeded half, but this is really normal, after all, the remaining monks are only less than sixty people in total.

Among the more than half of the monks who have been registered, the highest only has twenty-one demon pills, and the least is even only four, and on the jade tablet, Shi Meng is still at the top of the list, far surpassing everyone.

At this moment, Wang Yi's acquaintance Chu Yizhi walked on the bluestone platform, and saw his purple clothes, wearing a feather crown on his head, holding a folding fan, and his demeanor was orderly.

took out the demon pill, the sound of the beads falling sounded again, and the mellow demon pills jumped on the ground, and all the monks in the audience waited with bated breath.

"Seventy-nine, temporarily ranked second", in the expectation of many monks, the voice of Xuanji Zhenren was still as calm as ever, and everyone in the audience reacted differently, some were surprised, some sighed, many of them expected Chu Yizhi to surpass Shi Meng and deal a good blow to his arrogance, but unfortunately they were disappointed in the end.

Hearing this number, Chu Yizhi's face did not show the slightest joy, and he bowed and retreated, but if he looked closely, from his slightly white right hand that squeezed the jade fan, it could be seen that he was not in a good mood.

Xuanji Zhenren glanced at Chu Yizhi and seemed to be slightly interested in him, but this was not because of the number of demon pills that Chu Yizhi had obtained, but because Chu Yizhi was a disciple of the inheritance set by Mingchen Zhenren. Of course, it was just a second glance, and nothing else was said.

Soon, the scene was lively again.