On September 15, the Chaotian Palace Training Stadium in the northeast of Xuanwu Lake was crowded with people, in addition to the monks who participated in the audition, there were also relatives and friends of the monks, practice ball enthusiasts, melon-eating monks and a large number of ordinary people poured into the audience.

The renovated Chaotian Palace Training Course has undulating terrain and spectator stands on both sides of each hole, with a total of 36 wooden stands on both sides of the entire course, which can accommodate tens of thousands of spectators. In order to meet the construction deadline, under Zhao Ran's advice and guidance, Li Dayin mobilized more than 20 monks from his own division and used a lot of talismans and magic weapons to complete the project.

In order to prevent too many spectators from stampeding, a fee-based entry system is set up outside the stadium, and the fee is not cheap, ten cents per person. But despite this, there was a large influx of spectators in the stadium, and many people stood on the sidelines of the stands, and the tournament organizers had to pull ropes to limit the viewing area for spectators.

The audition is divided into primary selection, secondary selection, primary selection stage, in an open space, by Li Dayin's Huang Guanjing junior disciple to the sky to launch the practice ball, when the practice ball flies into the air, the participating monks swing the ball, hit the ball flying in the air with the ball, swing three strokes, one of the three can pass the primary selection, enter the second selection link.

Many monks signed up for the competition because they coveted the prize, they had never touched the cultivation ball before, and they rushed to the audition in a few days, but all three were empty, and they were eliminated immediately.

Because of the shortage of manpower, many monks in the upper three palaces were hired by Li Dayin as referees, and the Xiaoyao Daoist was also one of them. He watched with great interest as Yan Shifan in front of him walked up, held the club in a chic and standard posture, stared at the yellow-crowned monk who was serving, and nodded secretly in his heart. It's a pity that the appearance is not good, otherwise it will be sought after by countless people.

Sure enough, the three cultivation balls were thrown into the air in a row, and Yan Shifan quickly turned around and hit for two consecutive weeks, and the three white balls on the ground hit out, bang bang, three crashing sounds sounded, and all three balls were hit!

There was a burst of cheers next to him, led by the old housekeeper of the Yan Mansion, and a group of more than a dozen servants and maids gathered in one place, jubilant.

The carefree Taoist smiled slightly, drew a circle on the list, and held up the red card, and there was another cheer next to him.

Yan Shifan threw the club in his hand to the side, was caught by the family, gestured to the left and right, and left and right, and left the game, and his own maid tied a cloak for him and served pear soup. He drank the pear soup as he stopped to look at the next contestant.

The carefree Taoist motioned for the next one to play, but it was a gray-haired old monk. After the old monk stood still, the carefree Taoist looked at the posture in which he held the pole, and knew that this person was afraid that it was not good.

Sure enough, the three balls flew out, and the old monk's first swing missed—not that he didn't hit the cultivation ball in the air, but that he didn't even hit the ball under his feet, and he looked like a freshman.

The old monk reacted quickly, poked the club into the dirt in his hurry, used the rod as the axis, supported the center of gravity of his body, quickly swept out three feet, kicked out the three wooden balls on the ground, and accurately hit the cultivation ball that was still in mid-air.

The Walkaway shook his head, crossed the roster, and held up a green wooden plaque to signal the cut.

The old monk suddenly shouted: "The old man hit, all three hits, why can't he pass?"

The carefree Taoist pointed to the outside of the field: "To see the rules, you must use a practice club, what is the matter with your feet? Next!"

In this way, after a stick of incense, five of the ten participants in the primary election were laid off, and half of them were successfully promoted.

Yan Shifan next to him smiled, didn't look any further, and walked to the reselection place to wait.

After a while, the preliminary list for the first part of the Xin group had been sent over. Presiding over the re-election was Li Dayin's junior brother, who announced the rules of the rematch on the spot: each person hits the ball from the first hole in order, and plays the whole court in a row within a stick of incense, and the eighteen holes must be hole-in-one, and each stroke has only one chance, but if one fails to complete, it will be immediately judged to be eliminated and withdrawn from the re-selection.

A total of 20 people participated in the re-election in this batch, all from the Geng group and the Xin group, Yan Shifan ranked first, and there were no acquaintances after him, only one seemed to sound familiar, called Zhang Tengming.

Yan Shifan glanced at Zhang Tengming twice, this person was dressed in regular clothes, I don't know which powerful family or the son of the sect, I feel that I should have never seen it before. However, this person is really a good skin, and there are many young men and women cheering for him on the sidelines.

After reading the list, Yan Shifan flashed the cloak away, and his own servant caught it. He stretched out his hand, and the steward handed the club up, so he held the club forward to the tee.

The cultivation ball without confrontation is a piece of cake for Yan Shifan, he often practices and plays at home when he has nothing to do on weekdays, it is too easy.

I saw his left hand in the cloth pocket around his waist - this cloth pocket was specially sewn on by him to put the ball, the right hand pinched the pole, with the right foot as the center of gravity support, the left foot crossed to the right foot, and the toe lightly touched the ground to balance - this posture is simply not too chic, it looks extremely relaxed and freehand.

With an order, Yan Shifan hit an arc with a pole in one hand, and the cultivation ball soared into the air, flying far away over seventy or eighty zhang, and accurately fell into the first hole, without dragging mud and water.

If you usually play, you can step on the lawn and enjoy the beautiful scenery and walk slowly, but at this moment it is a second selection, there is a time limit for a stick of incense, and the second monk has already stepped on the tee, and he must make room for the monk behind. So Yan Shifan exerted his strength at his feet, strode over with a meteor, took out the cultivation ball from the hole, came to the second service point, and then continued to swing......

With half of the incense sticks still halfway through, Yan Shifan completed the re-selection task of the 18th hole, and the referee showed a red card that passed, marking that he had passed the audition and would participate in the group stage main match to be held on the first day of October.

In the congratulations of the family servants, Yan Shifan took the wet towel and wiped his hands, drank a bowl of newly replaced Poria soup, and then returned to observe the reselection process of the rest of the contestants. Perhaps because of the super high level he showed, he brought great pressure to the players behind him, and the second place after almost leaked, and when he reached the third, fourth, and fifth, he failed to pass three in a row and was directly judged out.

Yan Shifan roughly calculated, the ratio of the second selection is about three to one, that is, three people into one, for such an audition setting, he is very agreeable, in the case of no interference, even the hole can not be hit into the hole, can not do the pole eagle, how to play when the two of them fight? Such a low-level player, he has no time to play sparring.

Monk No. 15 finished the first hole, eagle! Yan Shifan nodded, and as soon as the connoisseur stretched out his hand, he knew if there was one, this level was good, and he could be called a strong opponent. Yan Shifan was about to play a second shot with him in the past, and the sixteenth monk came on the field, but it was a name that he felt a little familiar - Zhang Tengming.

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