As the discussion in the main hall became more and more intense, and the scale became larger and larger, the stone didn't matter, and there would be no lack of flesh on the body anyway. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the people of Xifeng Dao were really angry, and their faces became more and more ugly, a burst of green, a burst of red, but because of their identity, it was inconvenient to deal with a group of juniors, so they kept being angry.

"Ahem!"

A light cough sounded almost simultaneously between the veins, some from the first and some from the elders, but without exception, they all had keen eyes and remarkable insight.

Since the disciples of all veins can stand here, they are naturally not stupid, even if some people are slightly sluggish, they are also reminded by their fellow disciples and brothers, and obediently close their mouths.

The hall was silent again, and the needle drop could be heard.

Seeing this, Qingyang Zhenren smiled and said nothing, and his eyes motioned for Yunyang Daoist to continue speaking.

Yunyang Dao people nodded in understanding.

"The way to cultivate the truth, it was originally hard work and chance, you can stand here today, who dares to say that you have relied on strength all the way?"

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of all the veins in the main hall all showed a thoughtful expression, reflecting on themselves, they were able to practice all the way to break through the realm, and stood out from the two thousand disciples, which was inseparable from their own efforts, but who was not the lucky one in a hundred!

Some people are poor before they get started, and they don't know anything about Xiuzhen, while some people have a solid family background and have laid a solid foundation early.

Some people practice hard all night, but no one answers the difficulties, and in the same situation, some people are under the guidance of the elders of the school, and then jump thousands of miles.

There are also people who have achieved good cultivation through cultivation, but when they fight with others, they are defeated in the hands of people with a lower cultivation realm, just because the other party is holding a supreme magic weapon, so is it really that the former is inferior in skills?

In the main hall, the hearts of the disciples of all veins are like mirrors, if it weren't for the love of the elders of the sect, standing here at this time would definitely be replaced by someone else.

Shi Shi had a hint of doubt on his face, but when he swept his gaze to the other forty-eight disciples of the eight veins who participated in the big competition, he suddenly realized.

To say that the forty-eight people present are all elite disciples of the Taiqing lineage is absolutely true, but to say that they are all the most powerful in the same realm is a bit of an exaggeration.

For example, Mu Zhe, who knows a little about the stone, if it weren't for the peerless divine weapon "Dragon Slaying Sword" in his hand, he would really be able to stand here with his own strength?

Perhaps, with Mu Zhe's powerful background and cultivation resources that others can't reach, he will be able to stand here in the future with dignity, but it will never be today.

Seeing that his words had an effect, Yunyang Daoist nodded slightly, and spoke again.

"But you don't have to think too much, since you can stand here today, then for whatever reason, it is the pride of our Taiqingmen, and it is also your own glory. ”

"Yes! The disciple will definitely live up to the expectations of the teacher!"

The disciples on the main hall said in unison, the sound was like thunder, the echo was endless, and it was even far away to the square outside, so that the disciples who were not able to participate in this big competition did not know it, and everyone showed a look of envy.

At this time, Qingyang Zhenren stood up and looked around, and his head was suddenly silent.

"In that case, let's go draw lots!" Qingyang Zhenren nodded and said.

When everyone heard this, their eyes followed the words of Qingyang Zhenren, and they all fell on the mahogany box in the center of the main hall.

The first to walk out were the six disciples of the Ling Tianfeng lineage, they walked to the mahogany box in turn, and each took out a wax pill, and then the disciples of the Yunji Peak lineage stepped forward.

The disciples of Pagoda Peak, Nine Sword Peak, Chaoyang Peak, Danxia Peak, and Shizhu Peak stepped forward in turn to draw lots, and only the disciples of Shi and Qingtan Peak were left who had not yet drawn lots.

And the stone's eyes have been locked on Mu Wan'er, he looked at Mu Wan'er's slender figure like a weak willow supporting the wind when she walked, and suddenly he was a little stupid, and he didn't move for a long time.

"Stone, what are you doing! Why don't you go to the lottery yet. The West Wind Daoist urged.

"Oh! yes, yes. Shi hurriedly said yes, and walked towards the mahogany box used for drawing lots, but his eyes were always on Mu Wan'er, as if he could never get enough.

Mu Wan'er was the last to draw lots from Danxia Peak, and when she drew a wax pill and just turned around, she happened to collide with the oncoming stone.

"Wan'er, long time no see! I miss you so much. The stone whispered, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Senior Brother Shi, please respect yourself! According to the seniority of the sect, you should call me Senior Sister Mu. Mu Wan'er's face turned cold and said coldly.

When the stone heard this, his heart cramped, he touched his chest with one hand, his body trembled, and he almost fell.

"Wan'er, I'm your brother Shi, can't you really remember anything?" Shishi's voice trembled.

"I've heard of Senior Brother Shi's name for a long time, and I've just heard a lot of lace, and it's really very romantic, so I don't need to introduce it more, if it's nothing, I ask Senior Brother to let me go." Mu Wan'er said lightly, her face indifferent.

The stone's newly stabilized body shook again, and then it kept trembling, as if it had been thrown into an ice cave, and the bone-chilling cold instantly invaded the whole body.

Mu Wan'er seemed to be moved when she saw this, but the next moment she snorted coldly, and then left with a cold face.

"What's wrong with you?"

A gentle voice sounded in the stone's ear, and a soft and delicate body pressed against him.

The person who came was Cheng Caihong, and after she saw the abnormal changes in the stone's body, she rushed up quickly.

The stone no longer trembled, as if the body temperature on Cheng Caihong's body had melted the ice on his body, but his expression was blank.

"I'm fine. Stone said in a deep voice.

"Then let's draw lots first!" Cheng Caihong said, with many questions in his heart, but it was not good to ask now.

The situation on the stone's side naturally attracted everyone's attention, but everyone's reactions were different, most of the disciples of each vein showed puzzled expressions, while the heads of each vein and the elders were thoughtful.

Fortunately, the anomaly only happened for a short period of time and did not cause any impact, and as the stone and Qingtan Peak disciples finished drawing lots, everyone also focused their attention on the lottery results.

For a while, the disciples of all veins opened the wax pills in their hands one after another.

The first and elders sitting on the chairs couldn't help but get nervous, their eyes were all staring at their respective disciples, hoping that they would be able to draw a good lot, especially the forty-ninth note, if it could be drawn by their own disciples, it would naturally be the best.

As if in response to the mood of all the teachers, the voices of the numbers sounded one after another in the main hall.

"I'm number eighteen. ”

"Ahh

"I'm thirty-six, huh, how many are you?"

"Oh, I'm sixteen, I don't know who is fifteen, I'll ask first. ”

All the disciples, you and I reported the numbers they drew one by one, and many of them were about to fight in the first round of the same lineage, which made them sigh and sigh that their luck was too bad.

The heads and elders of each lineage had mixed joys and worries after learning the number of lottery numbers for the disciples of their own lineage.

"Are you trying to me off?"

An angry voice suddenly sounded, and following the sound, it was Chu Nanyang, the head of Chaoyang Peak, who was reprimanding his disciple.

It turned out that the six disciples of Chaoyang Peak who participated in the big competition had extremely poor luck, and they all had to face each other in pairs in the first round.

This also means that after the first round, Chaoyang Feng will first eliminate the three internally, such a result is really unexpected, how can Chu Nanyang not be angry?

In the face of Chaoyang Peak's situation, the happiest person in the audience was the Xifeng Dao people, he stroked his sideburns and long braids, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, he actually raised his feet on the seat, swayed gently, and barely laughed three times, and then sang a song.

"Please come to me with your own note and register. A Ling Tianfeng elder walked to the center of the main hall and said loudly.

Then the disciples of all veins stepped forward one after another with the note in their hands, but their expressions were different, some were happy and some were sad.

"Alas!"

Shi suddenly sighed, and couldn't help but turn his head to see that it was Jin Rong's daughter.

At the same time, Jin Rong's gaze also looked over.

"Stone!" Jin Rong called softly.

Shi was taken aback when he saw Jin Rong walking towards him with a happy face, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"What are you afraid of me for? I won't eat you?" Jin Rong pouted and complained.

The stone smiled awkwardly and did not speak.

"Come here. Jin Rong said in a low voice, reached out and grabbed the stone arm, and then pulled it to the back of the main hall.

Since the location of Baicao Peak was originally in the corner of the main hall, at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the lottery numbers of the disciples of each vein, so no one noticed the stones and Jin Rong in the corner.

"Let's see how many numbers you have?" Jin Rong hurriedly urged when she avoided everyone's attention.

Shi Fang had been stunned all the time, and all he was thinking about was Mu Wan'er, and after being reminded by Jin Rong at this time, he found that he hadn't even seen how many notes he had drawn.

So he gently crushed the wax pill and took out the note inside.

Unfold the note and look closely, the number on it is the luckiest number 49, which means that he does not need to participate in the previous four competitions, he can directly enter the final four rankings.

Shi looked stunned, a little incredulous, and was about to take another look in case he made a mistake, but the note in his hand was snatched away by Jin Rong.

"What are you doing?" asked the stone, surprised.

"I'd like to swap things with you, okay?" Jin Rong begged.

But before the stone could agree, she shoved her note into the stone's hand.

(To be continued)