In the big ring of Luo Bingcheng, Mu Qianmei stood at the end of the lottery team, calmly accepting everyone's attention, but her eyes naturally looked at the most eye-catching position in the ring.

The people sitting in a circle around the main ring in the ring look similar from a distance, but when I got closer, I found that in fact, there is also a special arrangement, and the seats arranged in the northernmost center are relatively gorgeous and noble, and at first glance it is the most important person sitting.

On both sides are the civil and military generals, arranged in order, the further back the person, the lower the status, of course, the person who can sit here, no matter how low the status is, it is not low, in fact, the last few are the tribal leaders of several large tribes, and they are all heroes.

The person in the main position that Mu Qianmei looked at was Mo Wentian, the leader of the Hanjiang Alliance, who looked like a person about fifty years old, but his actual age was already more than a hundred years old, and many people didn't know how much he was, because when he came back from the outside in middle age, he said that his father went out to experience when he was a child, and he got married and had children in other places.

Mo Wentian was slightly chubby, with a kind smile on his face, and when he looked at whom, he seemed to be encouraging:

"You, good!"

Now he also happened to be looking at Mu Qianmei, and when he found that Mu Qianmei's eyes turned to him, he actually nodded his head, which was a silent greeting.

Ordinary people would feel a kind of majesty in his smiling gaze, and then immediately avoid it, but Mu Qianmei didn't feel this way, seeing Mo Wentian nodding to her, she bowed slightly calmly, which was regarded as a greeting to an elder, neither humble nor arrogant.

The point is that although Mu Qianmei saluted him, her gaze at him actually had a bit of scrutiny and scrutiny, as if a king looked at his subjects, unlike an ordinary person, with a bit of awe and worship.

This look couldn't help but Mo Wentian was slightly stunned, what is the identity of this woman?

However, he did not have time to continue thinking about this question for the time being, because everyone had already come up to draw lots, and he was going to preside over the lottery ceremony, so he said to the ninety-six people who were waiting for the lot:

"It's time for the annual big competition again, this is the most important thing in the alliance every year, because the people who participate in the competition, in addition to some people who will go to the road to heaven, we will also select some of them to join the team of the alliance headquarters and become the alliance's civilian and military generals."

"The people who came up to draw lots today, there are familiar and unfamiliar, some have come as team leaders for several consecutive years, and some are coming up for the first time, the rules are actually very simple, there are a total of ninety-five in this bottle...... No, this year there is an increase in one, a total of ninety-six lots, so, the number is from one to ninety-six, and there are only thirty-six in the ring of our competition, so the first to the thirty-sixth enter in turn, to the corresponding small ring, and the thirty-seventh to seventy-two are arranged in order from the No. 1 ring to the No. 36 ring, and the seventy-third is arranged in order from the No. 1 ring, do you understand? ”

Those waiting for the draw replied in unison:

"Understood!"

In fact, people have already told each other in private, and it has become the norm every year, and everyone knows it.

Mo Wentian continued:

"Over the years, we have all ninety-five tribes, and this year we have suddenly added one, and everyone must be curious, what kind of new member have we added? So, now the people from the new tribe who come up to draw lots will introduce their tribe to everyone, Miss Mu Qianmei, please! ”

As soon as Mo Wentian's words fell, everyone looked at Mu Qianmei, who was last in line, because here, she was the most unique and strange.

Mu Qianmei calmly took a step forward, bowed slightly to Mo Wentian and said:

"My name is Mu Qianmei, from the Huaxia tribe, our tribe is located on a beautiful island in the sea, the tribal leader is called Yunzhonghe, at present, our Huaxia tribe is only more than 1,500 people, it is a very small tribe, under the recommendation of the leader of the Cangmu tribe, I just joined the Hanjiang Alliance and became a member of this big family, I hope you will take care of it, thank you!"

After finishing speaking, she bowed slightly, and then in the applause of everyone, she took a step back lightly and stood back in the team, looking very calm.

After the applause stopped, Mo Wentian said:

"We are very welcome to join the Huaxia tribe, which has added new strength to our Hanjiang Alliance, because Miss Mu Qianmei and the five of them were swept away by a storm at sea and fell to the edge of our Nine Star Forest, which is the territory of the Cangmu tribe, and they met the leader of the Cangmu tribe, so they were temporarily recommended to join our Hanjiang Alliance."

"They can't find their way home now, and we don't know the specific location of that island, so we can't get in touch with the leader of the Huaxia tribe for the time being.

"There are only five of them, and her younger brother Wenlan Gongzi is only a six or seven-year-old child, and he can't participate in the big competition, but there are four people who participate, so Miss Mu Qianmei is not only the team leader, but also one of the members who participated in the big competition.

The rules are already known to everyone, after the introduction of the Huaxia tribe, the lottery ceremony officially began, the team walked forward slowly, and drew a bamboo stick from the vase in turn, and the sign number was inserted at the end of the bottle, which was just invisible, and the lottery number was reported -

"So-and-so tribe, what number of signs!"

When it was finally the turn of the Cangmu tribe, there were only two sticks left in the bottle, one was fifty-six and one was one, everyone was curious, which number could he draw?

Team Leader Shen took out one at random, then slowly turned around to look at it, and suddenly said happily:

"Cangmu Tribe, Fifty-Six!"

He was happy because drawing number fifty-six meant that there were only two teams in the ring they were in, and number one meant that there would be three teams in the ring.

In the ring of three teams, it will naturally be more difficult to compete for a good ranking, because the finals are produced from the top three in each ring.

When it was Mu Qianmei's turn, there was only one number left in the bottle, she still followed the process, took out the bamboo skewer from the bottle seriously, looked at the number on it, and then said loudly:

"Huaxia tribe, number one!"

There was no surprise or sadness in her voice, just a calm and calm state of mind, which made people feel that what she drew was just a very normal and ordinary number.

At this time, there was a slight discussion on the stage-

"She, it seems that she has just started at the first level of the Qi cultivation period!"

"Yes, I think it's the beginning of the first layer of the Qi cultivation period."

"The strength of this Huaxia tribe doesn't seem to be strong!"

"Hey, it's just a small tribe, and they're just people who came here by chance, just to join in the fun."

"With her strength, isn't she afraid of danger?"

……

"Ahem!"

Mo Wentian coughed lightly twice, and the discussion suddenly stopped, as if he hadn't heard it, he said:

"Okay, the draw is over, please bring your team leaders to the corresponding ring."

The team leaders walked off the ring in turn.

After they all stepped out of the ring, one of the generals closest to Mo Wentian on the right frowned and said:

"Alliance Leader, why do we accept this unknown Huaxia tribe? I don't know where they are, and they can't contribute anything to us, so they have taken up a few places for nothing. ”

There was a hint of disdain in his tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other officials also looked at Mo Wentian suspiciously, indicating that they also had the same question in their hearts.

After Mo Wentian's eyes glanced around, he still had a kind smile on his face, and said calmly:

"They can't contribute to the Alliance, but we don't need to do anything for them! Now it's just the first exam, we have more than 6,000 people participating in the big competition this year, is there any difference between four more and four less? ”

"Her cultivation is indeed not high, but her mind is extremely unusual, there are still people sitting here who can't practice at all, can't we also sit here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone else looked at the first civil official on Mo Wentian's left, who looked like he was fifty or sixty years old, and he looked much older than Mo Wentian, and at first glance he was an ordinary old man, who had never cultivated.

He smiled slightly and said open-mindedly:

"This ...... Life is not about the length of life, but about whether it is meaningful to live, although I have never practiced, but I have experienced everything that I should have experienced in this life, and although I can't cultivate myself, my descendants can cultivate, and they can be regarded as successors. ”

After a pause, he continued:

"As for Miss Mu Qianmei, I don't think she is like a person with mediocre qualifications, maybe because she started late, so her cultivation is so low, and her mind is not very comparable, if she fails in the big competition, she can join the alliance headquarters, she must be a rare talent."

Everyone didn't expect that this No. 1 civil official would have such a high evaluation of Mu Qianmei, and he rarely praised others.

Mo Wentian says:

"Okay, let's take a look at the draws in each ring first!"

After speaking, everyone stopped talking and looked at the small ring together, it turned out that after the people of each tribe determined which ring they were in, they had to draw lots in the small ring to decide the opponent.

In order to avoid encounters with people from their own tribe, if there are more people, they will be deployed to the next ring to compete with other tribes.

The leaders of each ring are drawing lots in an orderly manner, and the people in the big ring naturally look at the No. 1 small ring together, because the other rings are the same, and there is not much new in every year, only the No. 1 ring has a new member.

Everyone is curious, where can they go?