The competitions in the monastic part were all concentrated in the Eastern Imperial City.

In the center of the Eastern Imperial City was a large open space that was even larger than just now, and there were ten long poles scattered in the clearing. The long pole is about three or four feet high, and there are all kinds of pitfalls and obstacles dug around the long pole. Around the square, rows of soldiers stood neatly, separating the competition venue from the people, except for an exit in the southern direction for the contestants to enter and exit.

As soon as Xiao Yu followed the team into the Eastern Imperial City, he was surrounded by a thunderous roar of joy.

"It's out, it's out!"

"It's going to start, haha!"

The entire Eastern Imperial City has been crowded and unable to move an inch, and countless people are waving their hands, shouting, shouting, and shouting encouragement to the people they support.

"Senior brother, work hard!"

"Zhuang Lingbai! Zhuang Lingbai! Zhuang Lingbai!" There are dozens of people shouting for their comrades.

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, I'm here."

Xiao Yu was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly followed the voice.

I saw that a large group of people were clapping their hands and shouting in the south-east of the square, and there were dozens of maids dancing in the middle of the encirclement, and the leader was the white frost. Dozens of maids were dressed in beautiful costumes, and they shouted softly while dancing, "Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao..."

Han Liyan stood in front of the maid's phalanx and was anxiously looking for Xiao Yu's figure, while Alibu led people to stand aside and vigilantly pay attention to the surroundings, sending away the green-skinned scoundrels who came over one by one to take advantage.

Dozens of delicate girls with beautiful dancing postures and weak shouts, most of the men in the field looked at the ground and couldn't stop it.

"Brother Xiao, I saw you, haha, I specially brought so many people to cheer you on, you have to behave well."

Han Liyan finally saw Xiao Yu and shouted desperately in the direction of entry.

"Which disciple of this family is so blessed?"

"I'm really envious of others."

"This brother, I can't see it, that's your little lady, haha." A mouse-eyed man standing behind Xiao Yu touched Xiao Yu with his shoulder.

Xiao Yu really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Haha, it turned out to be the eldest disciple of the Daxingcheng faction."

...

Thanks to Han Liyan's blessing, Xiao Yu successfully became popular again...

"Alright, Silence!"

There was a sudden explosion in the middle of the square. The crowd fell silent instantly, and Han Liyan's dance troupe finally stopped.

This person's skills are not low, Xiao Yu is speechless. With so many people, they controlled the scene with just one voice, and the strength of this humanity far exceeded his own.

"The first three groups go into the field."

Each of the ten long poles in the field has a piece of red silk fluttering in the wind, and the winner is the one who finally gets the red silk and exits the field safely.

There were about 300 participants in the three groups, and only 10 of them were able to win the preliminary selection, which means that only 50 of the more than 1,000 monks in total could pass the preliminary selection.

The primary election of this talented person is very fierce, and the elimination rate is so high, Xiao Yu thought secretly.

More than 300 people competed for the ten sections of red silk, and it was easy for the brothers and sisters of the same sect to join forces to fight together, but the matter was not absolute, and the cultivator who did not have a master but had a fast footwork also had a great advantage.

As he spoke, the monks of groups A, B, and C had already entered the venue from different directions. The square is indeed too large, and more than 300 people are distributed in the center of the venue, and there is not the slightest crowding.

"Qinghua, do a good job!" Xiao Yu, who was waiting in line on the sidelines, saw the Qinghua Taoist who was ready to try.

Qinghua Daoren's thin face was tense, and he looked left and right excitedly.

After the generals led the three groups of people to stand in separate positions, the competition officially began.

"Haha, it's pretty."

"Wow, so many people."

The people outside the arena were extremely excited, and Xiao Yu stared at the Qinghua Daoist and became inexplicably nervous.

"Boom!" A sergeant of the Xiaoguo Army slammed a large drum in front of him.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

The cultivators, evenly distributed around the long pole, began to move, running desperately in the direction of the long pole.

At this moment, it was obvious that the exercises were high and low, and the people with good footwork rushed to the front at once, but a large number of cultivators did not seem to be in a hurry, looking for their fellow disciples in the crowd, and there were even more cultivators who were deep in their own exercises who disdained to compete with everyone, and rushed directly to the exit, intending to wait for the rabbit. After all, there is only one exit, and if you want to exit safely, the exit is the only place to go.

"Wow, got it, got it!" A cultivator standing next to Xiao Yu stomped his feet excitedly.

Xiao Yu looked at it fixedly, and saw a dexterous figure suddenly jump to the top of a long pole, and "swoop" put a piece of red silk into his arms.

It seems that this person is the senior brother of the cultivator next to Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu shook his head, but it was useless, I didn't see that there were dozens of people standing under the long pole waiting for him to come down.

"Ahh There was a scream, and the people outside the stadium screamed in fear.

"This Nanchengmen is too vicious!" Some people were indignant.

At a long pole, a tall Taoist priest was besieged by more than a dozen people at the same time. As soon as the Taoist priest got off the long pole, he was hit in the thigh by a man and a palm, and the thigh twisted into an incredible shape. The tall Taoist priest held his legs on the ground*, and the red silk had already been snatched away by others.

The primary election stipulates that weapons, formations, and secret techniques cannot be used, but there is no rule that Dao Qi cannot be used, and if this palm is down, the legs of that high Dao priest will be considered useless.

Xiao Yu felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly felt that the purpose of the imperial court to hold a virtuous talent was not so simple.

At this time, the ten sections of red silk on the long pole were quickly snatched up, but how to exit the venue from the exit safely is the most important problem now.

How are the Qinghua Daoists? Xiao Yu looked for the shadow of the Qinghua Daoist in the chaotic field.

At this time, the Qinghua Daoist was waiting with the two fellow disciples near the exit.

"Qinghua, this time the head of the uncle said let us come to help you, you have to think of countermeasures, don't live up to the good intentions of the head of the uncle, can the three of us do it here?" A chubby Taoist standing next to the Qinghua Taoist looked at the venue worriedly.

The field almost turned into a group fight, often a person with silk in his hand did not run long before dozens of people chased from behind, after a scuffle, the silk did not know where it was robbed, and the cultivator who was almost a little bit of a cultivator was beaten on the spot.

It seems that cultivators who have left the support of formations and secret arts are just like ordinary people, and they will only fight in groups when they get together.

When the people were screaming and screaming in the field, a middle-aged Taoist priest in a white Taoist robe overwhelmed the crowd, and he was pacing in the arena with silk in his hand defiantly, but no one around dared to step forward to stop him.

"The disciple of the Heavenly Master of Maoshan King is amazing."

"Fortunately, I suppressed Master Mo Rong, haha."

He is Mo Rong's master? Xiao Yu looked at the white-clothed but murderous white-clothed Taoist priest in the arena thoughtfully.

"Coming, coming, do you want this?" The Taoist priest standing next to the Qinghua Taoist asked questions again and again.

"Oh, Senior Brother Qingzhi, you are really funny, this is Master Mo Rong, do you think the three of us can beat him?" The body of the Qinghua Daoist was a little strangely bloated.

The Qinghua Daoist smiled flatteringly at Master Mo Rong, who was walking towards him.

Master Mo Rong didn't even look at it, turned his head and walked out of the venue, becoming the first person to get the red silk and leave the venue safely.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Haha, come on, you Nanchengmen great evil! A big man with a beard was surrounded by a dozen people and scolded viciously.

"Haha, my mouth is quite hard, I'll call you good-looking today."

After snatching a piece of red silk, more than a dozen of the same men from Nanchengmen set their sights on another target.

Now that 7 people have won, the situation in the arena is even more dangerous, some of the injured monks are lying on the ground in agony*, and the remaining hundreds of monks are swarming towards the red silk.

Well? Xiao Yu's eyes lit up.

More than a dozen people in Nanchengmen had already grabbed the remaining three sections of red silk, and everyone formed a circle and rushed towards the exit.

This Nanchengmen is a bit interesting, more than a dozen people are dressed the same, and they circle around in a circle, and everyone doesn't know who the red silk is.

But there were already more than 100 people in front of them, except for those who were injured and couldn't move, all the remaining cultivators were here, only the three Qinghua Daoists still didn't participate, standing at the back to watch the excitement.

"Rush, go!"

"Now, this is the last chance!"

"Don't be afraid, rush out, we'll win!"

The two groups of people finally collided.

"Ahh

"Hah!"

"Oops"

No matter how much Nan Chengmen uses fraud, he can't defeat so many people.

More than a dozen people who were hit turned on their backs, and the fellow disciples of several cultivators who had just been bullied by Nanchengmen even flew up.

"Boy, from now on, Nanchengmen will not let you have a good time."

"Heh, it's hard-mouthed! Let's talk about a pair of tricks first! ”

"Ah, my eyes, ah!"

The faces of the onlookers are ugly, this is too bloody!

Xiao Yu frowned and looked at the field, shouldn't it, how did this virtuous talent develop in this direction?

Looking at the crowd in a mess, the Qinghua Daoist suddenly shouted, "It's now!" With that, he rushed out first.

The remaining two Xuanduguan disciples followed, but the three of them ran in a very strange manner, their whole bodies bulging and bloated.

"Haha!" Qinghua Dao people were quick with their eyes, and they rushed to a monk who was running towards the exit with red silk.

"Go!" The other two disciples of Xuandu Guan hugged the monk one after the other, and the Qinghua Daoist snatched the red silk and turned around and ran, but he did not run in the direction of the exit.

The movements of the two Xuanduguan disciples were gentle, they didn't push too hard, they just hugged the monk fiercely. The monk was firmly restrained, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire, "Let go of me, let go of me!" ”

Seeing that Qinghua had run away, the two of them let go of the monk and ran behind Qinghua Taoist, undressing while running.

"Whoa!" As soon as the Qinghua Taoist took off his coat, his thin figure returned to his original state.

Now Xiao Yu knew why these three Taoist priests were so bloated.

As soon as the three of them took off their coats and lifted them into the air, countless silks fluttered in the air, red, yellow, green, purple, as well as many pompoms and colorful flags churning in the air at the same time.

"This?"

The crowd was bewildered.

But Han Liyan on the field suddenly understood, "Haha, this Qinghua is really deceitful, there are so many things prepared in advance, as well as green and yellow, now I can't tell that the piece has just been taken off the long pole." ”

Qinghua Daoist also prepared a lot of pompoms and small flags just in case, and he couldn't be blamed for this, because he didn't know what was on that long pole...

Being disturbed by Qinghua like this, the hall became even more chaotic, and all the cultivators called around, but they couldn't figure out which piece was the original red silk.

"Catch him, quick, it's that black thin Taoist, he's going to run to the exit!" Someone shouted.

"This Taoist priest is so treacherous."

"I'm so angry, quick, come with me!"

Xiao Yu looked at the Qinghua Taoist who was out of breath, and listened to the hustle and bustle of everyone in the venue, he suddenly seemed to understand something, and an idea suddenly popped up in his heart.

He probably guessed the ultimate goal of this sage.

You can't go wrong.

A cold sweat ran down Xiao Yu's spine.

Xiao Yu only felt that the Daxing Palace in the distance instantly became eerie and terrifying, and a strong chill made him shiver.