Boom! Boom! Boom!

Such a ceremonial battle made every cultivator excited.

Even the bells sound like war drums.

The bell of the beginning of the war game sounded in his ears, and Ying Baoyue took the number plate in his hand and stepped into the side hall of Zheng

That's right, numbered bibs.

There were more than 400 cultivators in the second round of the individual battle, and the chess battle had to be played in pairs, and it was too time-consuming to draw lots for one person and one person. Therefore, when the candidate enters the side hall to verify his identity, he will receive a random number plate at the entrance.

The candidates entered and sat down in the order of the number plates, and the two practitioners with adjacent numbers were their opponents in the first game.

Hundreds of chessboards had been set up in the main hall, and the examiners sat at the top, and under the watchful eyes of the examiners, the cultivators began to enter the hall in order.

"There are quite a few cultivators who have come to this round this year," the examiners commented as they watched the streams of cultivators.

"That's right, although this year's session is not as outstanding as Chunhuajun's candidates, but the overall quality is good," an examiner said, "It seems that this autumn's mid-level ceremony should be able to gather enough people, and it must be able to raise the school as scheduled."

"Intermediate Grand Ceremony, Ah ......" Listening to the discussion around him, a certain prince of Southern Chu who has been accustomed to being among the examiners recently, Jiang Yuanyuan looked at Ji Jiashu and smiled, "You didn't have enough people in the last session, it seems that this year is enough." ”

"What do you mean by our last term," Ji Jiashu glanced at him lightly, "Second Highness, you are also the last term." ”

Jiang Yuanyuan laughed when he heard this, "I'm here to play, and I can't compare with you." ”

"But didn't you pass it in the end," Ji Jiashu said lightly.

Participating in the primary ceremony as the prince of Nanchu is easy to cause controversy, Jiang Yuanyuan hid his identity and participated in a few games three years ago, and withdrew after his identity was exposed, but because the results in the previous rounds were really good, he finally passed by the countdown.

However, after their primary ceremony ended three years ago, they did not hold an intermediate ceremony.

Although the conditions for holding a mid-level ceremony are not as strict as those for a high-level ceremony, it is a ceremony held with the power of a country, and a certain number of participants must be reached before it can be held. Although it is customary to hold the event once every three years, it is discontinued when the number of participants is less than 300.

The threshold for participating in the beginner ceremony is low, and there is never a need to worry about the number of people being insufficient, but the condition for participating in the intermediate ceremony is that the cultivator must pass the beginner ceremony, and the threshold is not low.

However, the number of passes in the last session was not enough, not because the quality and level of participants were not good as those of other examiners

The opposite is true.

Ji Jiashu's eyes were slightly deep.

Among the cultivators who participated in the last session, there were many strong ones, but I don't know if the participants were too strong, and the survival rate was very, very low compared to all the rounds.

When it came to the last round, there were less than three hundred people who survived, so naturally they couldn't ask Soochow to hold a middle-level ceremony, and the people in their class could only wait for another three years.

"No matter what, there are really many people who survived." At this time, as if knowing what he was thinking, Jiang Yuanyuan stared at the cultivator Dao in the main hall.

In the past, there were always heavy casualties in the first round of the public battle and the first round of the individual battle, and there was not much attrition, which can be very different from previous years.

And the reason for Ci's unusual scene......

His gaze was on the slender figure in the crowd, the woman who could always make a discovery.

Ji Jiashu then looked at it, his gaze far-reaching. The number of casualties this year is low, not because of the change of rules, but because of the existence of a young girl.

At the beginning, if it wasn't for this woman to turn the tide, it is estimated that hundreds of people would kill each other on the night of the mountain closure.

"Thanks to her, there are a lot of people who have passed this session, and the mid-level ceremony will definitely be held." Jiang Yuanyuan said, "Chunhuajun should also be happy, right?" ”

Ji Jiashu nodded, if in the past he must have been simply happy, but this time, "It's not ......"

"But I always feel that it will become a melee," Jiang Yuanyuan continued, "Do you think so?" ”

Ji Jiashu nodded, "After all, we still have a lot of terrible guys in this session. ”

His year's Elementary Ceremony was once called the Elementary Order of Death. It's just that the strength of the cultivators who participated at the same time was too strong.

"Who are they," Jiang Yuanyuan asked, "I don't even remember." ”

"Yeluhua and Tuoba Xun of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Fenghuajun of the Later Liao, and Ying..."

"And you." At this time, Jiang Yuanyuan interrupted him, looked at him and smiled.

The strongest talent who can get the top spot in the primary stage of death, only thirteen years old.

"But these are still the same as you," Jiang Yuanyuan shook his head and smiled, "What about this one?" ”

Ji Jiashu was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the young man on the chessboard under the stage.

"Meng Shi's words should be able to advance to rank five soon," he said quietly, "and Zichu's younger brother, it should be soon." ”

"Indeed," Jiang Yuanyuan nodded, "However, although the cultivators who have passed this session can participate in the Intermediate Rank Ceremony without waiting, it would be too unlucky to participate with the people of the previous session." ”

With the monsters who have been cultivating for three more years......

It's a terrible word to think about.

"After all, the people you just had with you should have already advanced to rank five, right?"

Ji Jiashu nodded.

"Such a group of Ran Shi participated in the mid-level ceremony together, it would be bloody to think about it," Jiang Yuanyuan sighed.

Ji Jiashu didn't answer, just quietly looked at the chess players under the high platform.

Jiang Yuanyuan followed his gaze and narrowed his eyes slightly, "I don't know where she can go." ”

If this woman participates in the mid-level ceremony, she knows how much of a storm it will set off. If she were an ordinary cultivator, as long as she didn't lose the last round of battles, her current results would be enough for her to pass the Beginner Ceremony.

But she didn't school

She wants to participate, and the conditions are different.

"This chess battle is not easy to win or lose, luck is also important," Jiang Yuanyuan smiled and said, "I don't know who she will play against in the first round." ”

At this time, the examiner had already read the twenty-one, and a sigh suddenly sounded among the candidates.

"Here," Ji Jiashu said, and then sure enough, he saw the girl walk out of the crowd.

Ying Baoyue's number is ranked twenty-one in the neighborhood.

"Twenty-one?" Jiang Yuanyuan became interested, "Who will this twenty-two be?" ”

I don't know if the man was unlucky or lucky.

"Twenty-two!" At this time, accompanied by the examiner's voice, looking at the man who walked out of the crowd with a helpless face, Ji Jiashu was slightly stunned.

He Lancheng, who was standing on the side of the Northern Wei Dynasty, also widened his eyes when he saw this scene.

"I hope you don't meet other sixth-rank cultivators before you meet me," he said to her at first, but he didn't expect to say a word.

Nan Chu's stepson Chen Zichu walked out of the crowd with the number plate, and He Lancheng could only watch this scene quietly.

Chen Zichu walked out and sat down in front of the chessboard.

Helan Cheng looked at the disciples of the Beihan Pavilion who were also surprised beside him, and really wanted to wonder if someone had done something to the lottery and the number plate again.

But whether there is a shady curtain or not, the opponent of the first set has already been decided.

After reporting all the orders, the opponents of the first set are already formed.

With the opening bell ringing, the candidates grabbed their chess pieces one after another.

But what everyone didn't expect was less than a quarter of an hour after the opening bell rang.

A bell that represented the end of the pitch and admitting defeat suddenly rang, attracting people's attention.

"It's over?"

Everyone's eyes widened in amazement, and someone ended the game as soon as they started?

Who won?