Chapter 132: Drawing lots
The time is approaching, and with the arrival of the five-star academy, all the participating academies have all gathered in the square of the East Wilderness City. The rest of the novel 23wx.com which has not yet arrived, are only those who watched the ceremony on the rostrum.
As the distance got closer and closer, gradually, at the foot of the academy mountain, on the three-zhang high rostrum, some figures had already appeared.
When everyone appeared, almost all of them caused a noisy discussion in the square, and as for the content of the discussion, it was all about the deeds of the people who appeared.
The academy, as the largest force in the Eastern Wilderness. Those who can sit on the rostrum at the martial arts competition held by it are all strong people who are famous in the East Wilderness.
For these strong people, most of the people in the square are also familiar with them, and one by one the deeds of these strong people come out of these people's mouths, like a number of treasures, as if something happened to them.
As the seats on the podium gradually filled, and only an empty seat was left in the middle, a silver light suddenly flashed from the academy hill.
This silver light seemed to be slow and fast, like a meteor, crossing a beautiful arc and falling directly on the rostrum.
This silver light was a middle-aged man, and as the man stepped on the rostrum, it happened to be the time of arrival.
This middle-aged man, who is about seven feet tall, although his appearance is ordinary, his gentle smile seems to be able to infect everyone, and anyone who looks at it has a feeling of wanting to be close.
This feeling is not an illusion but a real existence, as for the reason why it can infect everyone, it is only because this middle-aged man is powerful, so powerful that the realm has touched a trace of the Heavenly Dao.
The Heavenly Dao is vast, even if it is just a touch, it is enough to far surpass others, this is just like when Ling Fan and Ning Chunqiu were fighting, under the power of heaven, even Ling Fan had no possibility of breaking free, if it wasn't for the fact that he used his soul attack to make Ning Chunqiu in a trance, and the heavenly power dissipated, even if Ling Fan used the power in the Wanyue Knife, it would never be possible to win.
"Old man, Ou Yangming, the dean of the Eastern Wilderness Academy, is here to welcome everyone!"
The middle-aged man stood in the center of the rostrum with a smile and said slowly.
His voice was not loud, but it seemed to have a special power to send this weak sound into everyone's ears. So that everyone, no matter how far or near, no matter whether the square is noisy or not, can be heard clearly.
As Ou Yangming's voice sounded, the square immediately fell silent, and after a while, a neat voice sounded from the square.
"Meet the Dean!"
The neat voices of nearly 10,000 people echoed in the sky over and over again, as if thousands of troops and horses had stepped on, like a wave of tide falling and rising again and again.
After a full cup of tea, the sound gradually faded.
"We Donghuang College, adhering to the will of heaven, in the East Wilderness inheritance of tens of thousands of years until today, the martial arts conference has been held more than ten times, today, will be the beginning of our next martial arts competition, the first college, will replace Leixi College, become a new college of higher learning. ”
"Okay, there won't be a lot of gossip, where is Elder Yan from the Law Enforcement Hall?"
As soon as Ou Yangming's words fell, an elderly man immediately walked out of the corner of the rostrum.
This old man has white hair and shriveled skin, but if you look at his eyes, it seems to contain stars, which is obviously a manifestation of advanced cultivation.
"Dean!"
The old man walked out of his seat, respectfully walked to Ou Yangming's side, and bowed slightly.
"You will preside over this tournament, and I hope you will not disappoint the expectations of the academy. ”
After Ou Yangming finished speaking to the old man beside him, he nodded slightly to the audience, and then everyone didn't see him make any movements, his body gradually disappeared, and after a while, Ou Yangming had already appeared on the seat in the middle of the rostrum.
Such an elegant movement made nearly 10,000 people in the square stunned, but Elder Yan, who was standing in Ou Yangming's original position, had an indifferent expression, and was not surprised, only after Ou Yangming left, he raised his head, faced the direction of the ring, and took a step forward.
As he stepped out, although there was no sound, a huge aura emanated from the rostrum.
This aura is large but not strong, and it can be felt by everyone without causing any discomfort to anyone.
This kind of action is just to focus everyone's attention, but this kind of practice is obviously not something that ordinary monks can do.
Looking at the gazes of nearly 10,000 people in the square, Elder Yan's voice came.
"The lottery ceremony is now open, and the deans of the participating colleges are now coming to the rostrum!"
As soon as Elder Yan's voice sounded, from all over the square, more than thirty people immediately jumped up on the spot, and at the same time summoned the magic weapon and flew to the rostrum.
In the blink of an eye, in front of Elder Yan, there were already thirty-two people standing firmly. These 32 people are the deans of the 32 colleges that participated in the competition.
"In order not to let the strong teams run into each other in the group stage, I will select eight seeded teams before the draw......"
Elder Yan's words did not surprise the more than thirty deans, obviously they had already received such news before, but among the thirty or so people, only a few showed smug expressions, and Fan Gongming was not among them.
Although the distance was far away, Ling Fan and the others could still see that although Elder Yan had not yet announced the results of the Eight Seed Academies, they had already gotten the answer from Fan Gongming's face.
"These eight seeded teams are, Five-Star College, Haoyue College, Changhai College, Zhangzhou College, and Wolf Academy......"
Among the eight academies that Elder Yan read out, there was indeed no name of Jingzhou Academy.
As the seed team was announced, Elder Yan looked at the remaining twenty-four deans and said in a harmonious voice, "Okay, it's time for you to choose now!"
After saying that, Elder Yan suddenly raised his hand and waved, and immediately after, a silver light waved out of his hand.
This silver light had just appeared, but instead of shooting into the distance, it hung overhead, like a milky way. A moment later, as Elder Yan suddenly pinched his hands, the silver light above his head also squirmed, and gradually, this silver light suddenly dispersed, divided into twenty-four clusters, and condensed into the same twenty-four balls of light.
"You can choose, as long as you smash any ball of light, you will get two numbers, the first is the ring number, and the second is the order of the game!"
Such a way of drawing lots was a novelty, and some of the more curious monks released their spiritual senses to try to find out what was hidden in these orbs of light, but the twenty-four abbots did not do so.
It's not that they don't want to, it's that they're sure that even if they do, they won't be able to see the numbers.
"I'll come first!"
One of the deans couldn't help but be the first to speak, and as soon as the words fell, a golden light was waving, and this golden light went straight to a ball of light, and as the two collided, there was a 'bang'.
As soon as this voice came out, in the sky, like a ceremonial flower blooming, two faint silver characters suddenly appeared, seven, three.