There is still a quarter of an hour left before the re-election begins.

One by one, figures walked in from the side door of the martial arts arena, and the line was nearly 100 meters long, and it was roughly estimated that there were two or three hundred people.

There are men and women, all of whom are not very old, wearing uniform blue-gray military robes, and the word "Xuan" on their backs is a dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

It was easy to identify the identities of these hundreds of people, who were the people of Xuanzong.

The scene was inexplicably silent.

Everyone in the miscellaneous sect looked at each other, and their eyes were full of surprise.

Xuanzong and the others were actually let in, and they also came to the martial arts arena, what is the situation?

"Welcome all Xuanzong elders to lead Xuanzong disciples to come and observe the election of the inner gate of my miscellaneous sect." Just in the midst of doubt, a loud voice wrapped in true qi rippled.

On a high platform in the center of the top, five martial arts elders stood with their heads held high, and one of them, a young man with a lofty weapon, arched his hand towards the four figures on the high platform next door.

The young man's name is Guo Huai, not only the elder of the martial hall, but also another identity, the second disciple of the sect master of the miscellaneous sect.

The other four martial arts elders didn't speak, but they also arched their hands with a smile.

"If you are disturbed, please Haihan." On the high platform over there, the four of them also bowed their hands in return, and a handsome young man who opened his mouth to respond was none other than the eldest disciple of the sect master of Xuanzong, Shi Junjie.

If you don't know that the relationship between the two sects is like fire and water, the current scene of the elders of the two sects greeting each other and being polite will definitely make people mistakenly think that the relationship is very friendly.

Everyone in the miscellaneous sect was relieved, it turned out that they were here to observe, but it was also an invitation issued by the miscellaneous sect, and people came from afar, so they couldn't turn them away.

It's just that there are still hundreds of people who observe the re-election in advance, which is still a bit out of order.

However, the two disciples of the sect master clearly expressed their welcome, and the elders of the martial hall also acquiesced, which obviously represented the attitude of the sect.

Under the arrangement of the two deacons, an area with an excellent viewing angle was vacated on the sidelines for the people of Xuanzong.

There are two rounds of re-selection, the first of which is drumming.

Each contestant shortlisted for the second round has one chance, with a time limit of ten breaths, and there is no limit to the number and method of drumming within ten breaths.

This is a comprehensive test of attack speed, explosiveness, and physical strength.

The more times the drum is hit, the greater the force, the more times the drum will sound, and every time the drummer hits the drum surface, he also has to bear the corresponding shock force, once he is injured, the subsequent drum strength and frequency will be greatly affected.

The final score is based on the number of times the drum is sounded.

The top 400 go to the next event, and the bottom 100 are eliminated.

Eight large drums are placed from left to right in the field.

Corresponding to the five-fold refining body to the upper grade of the open vein, the drum surface is made of different materials, which erases the gap in the realm to the greatest extent.

The draw was completed ahead of schedule, and under the guidance of an inner disciple, the first batch of seven people came to the front of the seven-sided drum that corresponded to the top grade of the open vein.

The first to strike was a male disciple who was refining the body fivefold, and when he saw her figure flickering, she entered the attack range in a moment, let out a deep sigh, and hit the drum with a heavy punch.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

At that moment, the sound of a drum, as low as a heartbeat, was heard.

Under the shock, he took a few steps back, paused, accelerated forward again, spun out with a kick, kicked the drum face hard, and then punched again...

After a short ten breaths, a total of five blows were made to the drum surface, and when the time came, the drumming stopped, and the drum beat continued, and finally sounded eight times.

Next, the six of them shot one by one.

For the disciples of the six-fold refining body, the drum sounded nine times, for the disciples of the seven-fold refining body, the drum sounded nine times, for the disciples of the eightfold refining body, the drum sounded ten times, for the disciples of the ninefold refining body, the drum sounded eleven times, for the disciples of the lower grade of the open vein, the drum sounded thirteen times, and for the disciples of the middle grade of the open pulse, the drum sounded fourteen times.

Although the realm gap has been erased, in terms of performance, disciples with high realms are still significantly better than disciples with lower realms.

It is not surprising that, excluding the factor of age, on the whole, disciples with high realms must be more talented, have more actual combat experience, have more sufficient cultivation resources, and have higher grades of cultivation techniques and combat skills.

The second batch was still seven, and the number of times the drums sounded was between eight and thirteen times, and the disciples who were still in the high realm had better results.

The third batch of eight people included the only Kaimai Shangpin among the outer disciples, Luo Yi, and Gu Changning.

Luo Yi rang fifteen, but it was not the best result among the eight, Gu Changning rang sixteen.

There was a slight surprise at the scene, and the more onlookers looked as usual, not very surprised.

Although Luo Yi was also a disciple of the family, the Luo family was only the third lord of a small city in the Mo Kingdom, and the cultivation resources that could support him were relatively limited.

His own martial arts talent is not outstanding, at the age of twenty-four, he is three years older than Gu Changning, five years ago, he participated in the last inner gate election with the eightfold refining body, but the result stopped at the second election.

In contrast, Gu Changning's conditions are more superior in all aspects.

The performance of the first three batches of more than 20 people was decent, and the results were not too unexpected, and the atmosphere on the scene was a little tepid.

It wasn't until the fourth batch of seven people appeared that the situation changed abruptly.

None of these seven people are children of the family, all of them are grassroots, including Xu Le.

The first to strike the body refining five times is a female disciple, within ten breaths, the drum is beaten six times, the last blow is the elbow, the body is almost attached to the drum surface, the face is pale after the shock, and the corners of the mouth overflow blood.

The drums beat eleven times.

After the shot of the refining body six is a male disciple, within ten breaths, the same drumming six times, the fifth time the punch was too strong, the arm bent and cracked under the shock, but he didn't care, and he hit a heavy kick again, completed the sixth blow, was shocked and flew out upside down, after falling to the ground, he spit out two mouthfuls of blood, coughed violently, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Such a desperate effort in exchange for twelve drum beats.

It was Xu Le's turn, the third punch came out, he had already gritted his teeth, his face was red, and then with the fourth punch, a pair of eyes glared out, his face was flushed, and then the fifth punch, his teeth were loosened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, this is not over, he gritted his teeth again, his eyes were ruthless, and he hit it with his body again.

Within ten breaths, six drums were beaten, and the drum sounded thirteen times!

The other four also did their best at the cost of the anti-shock injury themselves.

The scene was terrifying, and the exclamations came one after another.

Lin Ansheng, who was hiding in the crowd, also frowned sometimes and relieved, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see that these seven people had fought to the upper limit, even the limit.

And when Xu Le launched the last collision, Lin Ansheng really sweated for him.

The competition has reached this point, the fierceness is no longer enough to describe, it can be called tragic at all!