Chapter 118: In front of the main hall, deprivation of identity

"Bell! Clang! Bell"

Three thick and melodious bells rang in a row, breaking through the layers of space and transmitting to all areas of the entire sect, and at the same time, Zhao Yang, who was intoxicated with brewing fine wine, woke up.

"Time flies so fast? Xiaobi is about to start? ”

With doubts, Zhao Yang collected his things, and after going out, he drove a fifth-order flying sword and flew slowly towards the main hall of the sect.

Nowadays, there are more and more players, and the number of players who join Kunlun has also increased dramatically, and the scale of this second sect is much more than the first one, according to incomplete statistics, there are now more than 5 million players in the Kunlun Taoist Sect of more than 30 million player disciples, second only to Yi

There are exaggerated 200 million player disciples, and nearly 50 million player disciples participate in Xiaobi's Emei.

Influenced by the flying sword's freedom of movement, chic and elegant, and also by the temptation of entering and exiting the Qing Netherworld and killing the enemy for thousands of miles with the sword, the Emei faction that dominates the world with swords in the immortals and demons has become the popular first choice for newcomer players to join the sect, with a total of as many as 200 million players laughing at the entire immortal demons and the entire righteous path sects

All the player disciples combined, it can be on par with it.

With so many players competing for ten elite disciple seats, it is simply cruel and not enough to describe, it can only be said that it is miserable and miserable and miserable 10,000 miserable to describe this fierce competition, to paraphrase a phrase from a certain hot novel more than 100 years ago, this is really terrifying.

With so many players signing up, it is definitely impossible to compete one game at a time, but to go through four stages: auditions, semi-finals, advanced rounds, and finals.

The first stage is the most brutal, 30 million players are divided into 15 million arenas, two by two, the winner is on the winner, and the loser is eliminated directly, without any chance of remedy.

Fortunately, this is a game, and it is not difficult to divide more than 10 million arenas, even if it is ten times more than 100 times, it is no problem, otherwise according to reality, the audition alone will not necessarily be able to be completed for more than a year.

After such a round, more than 10 rounds will soon be able to determine more than 1,000 players, and then enter the semi-finals, advanced rounds, and finally determine 32 players to enter the finals, and conduct a ranking match, the top ten are the final winners of this small competition, and will be awarded the position of elite disciples of Kunlun Wanfa Hall.

"Ouch! Everyone is here so early! ”

As soon as he arrived at the main hall of the sect, Zhao Yang saw a large number of players waiting in the square in front of the main hall.

There are a total of one hundred and eight elite disciples plus true disciples, except for Zhao Yang, almost all of them have arrived, a few in the east, and a group in the west are chatting quietly.

Seeing Zhao Yang coming, this group of players all stopped talking, turned their heads awkwardly, and reacted differently.

"Senior brother, you're here! The timing was just right. ”

At this time, two players in one of the groups of players suddenly spoke up and greeted Zhao Yang, and he fixed his eyes on it, it turned out to be two players named Starlight and Romantic Starlight when he went to the Thirty-Three Days Ancient Road before.

"Hehe, someone really put up the score of the senior brother, and the last one arrived, so we all waited for him."

Just as Zhao Yang was about to respond to the starry and romantic starlight, a discordant voice suddenly sounded.

Raising his head in confusion, a young man dressed in white silk with embroidered gold edges and corners walked towards Zhao Yang from the gate of the main hall of the sect, loudly expressing his dissatisfaction with Zhao Yang as he walked.

"Lawlessness, you can eat indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, the door of this main hall is obviously not open, I just need to come before it opens, as for when to come, what does it matter to you."

When he saw the young man, Zhao Yang immediately understood why he had said these words, which was nothing more than a blow to his prestige among the elite disciples.

For this kind of person who is bent on prying his own corner, Zhao Yang has no good impression at all, and refutes the lawless words with his back.

"It's our business! If you don't come, the door of the main hall won't open, so many of us are waiting for you, you say it's none of everyone's business? ”

Lawless took a step forward, looked at Zhao Yang, and loudly stated his own reasons to prove that he was not vexatious, and ended with everyone in his more shrewd words, in order to isolate Zhao Yang and push him against everyone.

"Yes, let's all wait for him, thinking that he is really a senior brother and can be late casually."

Sure enough, as soon as Lawless finished speaking, his subordinates jumped out and slammed Zhao Yang to blame.

"Yes! Let all of us wait for him, it is indeed not right, as a senior brother, we should lead by example. ”

This is what a certain player Zhao Yang didn't know said, this person is not a lawless henchman, and his opposition is not necessarily aimed at Zhao Yang, but the position of the player's senior brother and the chief disciple of Wanfa Hall, anyone who sits on it, even if lawless sits on it, after all

Not everyone can accept that there is someone above their head who is in charge of themselves.

Of course, not all players have opinions, or they don't show them, just hold their arms in the distance and watch the situation change with cold eyes.

Their idea was very simple, there were at least two months left, that is, before the Righteous Path United Great Competition, Zhao Yang was still the player's chief senior brother and the chief disciple of the Wanfa Hall.

Even if they are reluctant to have someone above their heads to control themselves, they must endure it, in these two months, the power that the chief disciple should have will not be less, which annoys Zhao Yang, and he writes extremely bad comments on the players in his own department, especially if Zhao Yang exercises the rights of the senior brother,

If you can remove a player from the elite disciples every year, then it will not be as simple as a tragedy.

"You guys are enough, why don't you care when I come, and do you think this elite disciple is not fun, and you don't want to mix up."

Zhao Yangjian raised his eyebrows, drank at the aggressive lawless crowd, and then turned his head and said coldly to the loyal dog-legged player on the edge of lawlessness.

"Haha, I'm so afraid, senior brother, you are weak in your words and threaten me!"

Seeing that Zhao Yang was angry, the player named White Peanut Pulp danced even more, excited, and extremely sarcastic about him.

"You're good!"

Zhao Yang smiled angrily, looked at the player coldly, took out the Kaode book and wrote on it.

System Prompt: Is the player Maha Wuliang sure to exercise the authority of the chief elder brother of the Kunlun player to remove the player's white peanut syrup from the elite disciples of Wanfa Hall. Note: If the player is removed, the player will never enter the Ten Thousand Laws Elite Hall again.

When the last stroke fell, Zhao Yang also received a system prompt at the same time.

"Humph!"

Just glanced at it, and he clicked OK directly.

"Ahh Why is this happening? How can it be? ”

Immediately, the white peanut pulp, who had been gloating, suddenly turned pale, and then yelled in disbelief, his face as pale as paper.

And there was a "buzz" on the field, and all kinds of whispered discussions were endless, and it was obvious that the expulsion of a certain player from Wanfa Hall and the deprivation of elite disciples were also known to all elite disciples in the form of systematic information.

"It's you! You're the one who made the hell, I'm going to kill you. ”

After thinking about it for a while, the white peanut syrup understood what was going on, and was about to attack Zhao Yang.

"You have to think about it clearly, you are no longer an elite disciple, and there is only one consequence of doing something to me, a senior brother, that is, to deprive yourself of the Dao Law and expel you from the sect, you can afford this consequence."

Faced with the vicious words of white peanut pulp, Zhao Yang was not worried at all, and he didn't even blink an eye.

Being deprived of the elite disciple quota is only a low status and benefits, but if you are directly expelled from the sect, the consequences will be unusually serious, and the deprivation of all sect Dao methods, including basic qi refining, imperial sword skills and advanced Dao methods, to that point, this character is absolutely abolished, right

The white peanut pulp that has reached this level is absolutely unbearable.

Staring at Zhao Yang fiercely, he gritted his teeth for a while, stomped his foot, turned around and left.

"Peanut pulp, where do you go, the main hall is about to open."

Seeing that his subordinates turned around and left, they didn't even enter the main hall, and they shouted to stop him, wanting him to stay.

"I'm not an elite disciple anymore, and I'm not qualified to enter the main hall, so what are I left for? Is it embarrassing? ”

The white peanut pulp asked the lawless, didn't look back, shook a word, and drove the sword light into the sky, and didn't know where to go.

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