After a long time, the shouting in the sect square stopped, and once again focused on the high platform suspended in the air.

"Since it has begun, let's talk about the rules of this sect competition first." The emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty saw that the sect square had finally calmed down, stood up again, and then said slowly: "This sect competition is divided into two levels. The first level is called the Devil's Palm, so let's talk about the first level first, and then explain it in detail after the first level. ”

The emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty paused slightly, and then said, "Each sect sent ten disciples out, a total of five hundred. Then the order of these five hundred disciples was shuffled, and each of them re-assigned a code name to him, number one to five hundred. At that time, there will be a team from 1st to 10th, a team from 11th to 20th, and so on. Now they all have their numbers in their hands......"

The emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty paused again, and set his eyes on the first large area of the sect square, that is, the fifty sects. Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on those sects, and sure enough, they saw that each of them had a small gold bar in their hands.

"You all report what number you are and see if you're in a team." Although Soul Wushuang still maintained an indifferent expression, there was still a hint of nervousness in his tone. Of course, after all, this sectarian comparison is actually related to the interests of this sect. The higher the sect's position in this sectarian competition, the more resources it will have and the more status it will have.

In that way, the human resources will be more abundant, and naturally, with those human resources, the sect will become stronger and stronger. On the contrary, the ranking has always been low, and there is no other way to absorb talents except to find some talents by yourself, causing the sect to become weaker and weaker.

Soul Wushuang naturally didn't want the Soul Sect to weaken quickly in his generation, although the disaster in the Emperor Zun Continent in a hundred years would seriously involve the Soul Sect, but that was only a hundred years later, let's get the current situation right first.

"I'm No. 56 ......," Lin Xiaoxuan said without hesitation.

"No. 341 ......"

"Hey, I'm number 348! Shi Han, we are one in the team, haha! ”

"Really?" When Shi Han heard this, he became excited.

"Well, Shi Han and Xiao Xiaotian, since the two of you are in the same team, you have to take good care of it." Soul Wushuang couldn't help but feel relieved when he heard that there were two disciples in one team, it was better to have two for one team.

"How many others are there?" The remaining seven people, including Jiang Chen, hadn't said yet, and Soul Wushuang asked again.

"No. 171 ....."

"No. 345 ....."

"No. 27 ....."

…….

"No. 22 ....." Seeing that everyone had said their numbers, Jiang Chen stared at the number of words on the small gold bar in his hand and said.

"Well, there are three people on one team, and the same goes for two others, and the other four are on different teams. By the way, Yuyu, you haven't said how many numbers you have? Soul Wushuang nodded with satisfaction, Shi Han's team had the three of them from the Soul Sect, as well as Jiang Chen and Yun Yu were also in the same team, as for Lin Xiaoxuan and the other four people, they were all in different teams. But when he thought about it, there was still one person who didn't report his number, and immediately looked at Yu Yu with an embarrassed face.

"How many are you?" Seeing that Yu Yu was still hesitant, Soul Wushuang asked lightly again.

"I, I..... Number 250! Finally, Yu Yu said his number in a hurry.

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, the Soul Sect was amused by this kid and laughed all over again.

At this time, not only the Soul Sect did this, but the leaders of other sects all asked the disciples of their sects to report their numbers, and they could only say that some people were happy and some were worried.

"Since these sect disciples have their own numbers, let's start dividing the ranks now. I called out the numbers in order, and then the ten sect disciples quickly went to the open space in the middle of the sect's square to stand in line, do you understand? "Obviously, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was asking the sect disciples of the fifty sects participating in the competition.

"Got it!" No matter which sect it was, the five hundred disciples shouted in unison. Although the shouts of five hundred people were far less shocking than the shouts of millions of monks, they were strong and powerful in their voices, and there was a trace of war intent in their voices, and finally the battle intent of five hundred people gathered together to form a huge momentum, which was like the coercion of a strong man, pressing on everyone's bodies for a long time, making them breathless.

"It turned out to be a ..... of momentum"

"The formation potential is natural, and the sect disciples in this session as a whole are much better than the previous ones!"

As soon as a momentum was formed, it caused the discussion of the ten strong men on the high platform suspended in the sky.

"That is, this time the disciples of the three old ghosts have all reached the cultivation of the middle stage of Jindan, tsk, those three old ghosts are blessed."

"Alas, this session is the sect of the three old ghosts fighting again, how boring, is there any dark horse in this session?" As the hosts of several sect competitions, these people have a lot of grievances against the Moon Shadow Sect, the Desolate Ancient Sect, and the Forging Sect, and every time the three of them are competing for the first place, there has never been a dark horse. So I became more and more bored with the sect competition, and now I finally saw that the overall strength of this session was very good, but I didn't expect that the big disciples of these three sects were much higher than the overall strength again, and these people were disappointed again.

"By the way, it seems that I heard that Ye Zhiqiu's predecessor accepted a disciple, do you know who it is?" Ye Yong touched his long beard and whispered on this high platform.

"It seems to be a little guy from the Soul Sect, called Jiang Chen! Yes, it's Jiang Chen, but I'm disappointed, it's just a junior in the late stage of foundation building. Sun De on the side shook his head and smiled.

"If it's really an ordinary junior, will Ye Zhiqiu's seniors take a fancy to that little guy?" Ye Yong's eyes kept flickering, and he suddenly laughed. As soon as Ye Yong said this, several other people also nodded and said that what Ye Yong said was right, if it was really an ordinary junior, would Ye Zhiqiu's seniors take a fancy to Jiang Chen?

"Number One and Number Ten!" At this time, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty shouted.

For a while, ten sect disciples jumped down from several high platforms in the first region, and quickly rushed to the open space in the middle to stand in line.

After the first team stood in line, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty shouted again: "Eleventh and twentieth!" ”

Whew! Ten more figures jumped down from the high platform and went straight to the clearing in the middle. Soon, the second team also stood up.

"Jiang Chen and Yun Yu, it's your turn this time. You two take care of each other, understand? ”

"Got it!" Jiang Chen heard Soul Wushuang say this, so he naturally replied, and Yun Yu also nodded slightly.

"Twenty-one and thirty!"

Whew! Jiang Chen and Yun Yu jumped off the high platform first, ready to rush to the open space to stand in line.

(End of chapter)