The competition was held in the large square in front of the main hall of the Shuzhen Pavilion, and there were people everywhere in the open space around it, on the trees, and on the roof. The head Feng Xiangtian and the same elder stood on the platform on the top floor of the Xiuzhen Pavilion, and glanced around, all secretly surprised, why did so many disciples come to watch this time. There has been no shortage of similar competitions before, but it is definitely not as influential as this time, and it has completely surrounded the surroundings.

As everyone knows, except for the Xiuzhen Pavilion, almost all the disciples who have nothing to do in the other veins have rushed here, and those who have something to do have done the things at hand in advance, not for anything else, just to be able to see the style of the Alchemy Pavilion. It's not that Yue Qianchou has much influence on them, it's just that Yue Qianchou's actions are exactly what the disciples of other lineages want to do but dare not do, and it is their dream. They really hoped in their hearts that Yue Qianchou could break the myth that Xiuzhen Pavilion was undefeated on Fuxian Island, and be able to vent their anger for these inferior disciples, nothing else.

Many disciples in various veins who had not yet reached the foundation building period even sighed, depressed that they could not just come out to watch the competition.

Around the square, almost all the disciples of each vein were standing in a pile with the people of the main pavilion. The Alchemy Pavilion has become the focus of the audience, and it has already overshadowed the large number of Xiuzhen Pavilion before it has appeared in the limelight, I don't know how many people are pointing and whispering here, but the Xiuzhen Pavilion has become a foil, which makes the disciples of the Xiuzhen Pavilion very unhappy.

The Alchemy Pavilion almost poured out of the nest this time, except for a few housekeepers and those who had not yet reached the foundation building period, the others came to cheer Yue Qianchou on, and even Guan Weiwu also stood on the platform of the Xiuzhen Pavilion.

Several elders walked out of the main hall of Xiuzhen Pavilion, led by Dongfang Changao, and then several disciples behind them carried out a few large boxes, lined up in front of the main hall of Xiuzhen Pavilion, and several elders walked to a large box one by one. Dongfang Changao's voice spread loudly throughout the square: "There are a total of 987 disciples who participated in the contest during the Dan period this time, and for the sake of fairness, it has been decided to draw lots for the competition. There are two sets of wooden sticks from one to four hundred and ninety-three in these four boxes, and whoever draws the same number is the opponent. Because there is only one person, there is still a white lot in these four boxes, and the disciples who draw the white lot will unconditionally advance to the second round of the lottery competition. Now, all the disciples who participated in the competition came to draw lots. ”

Yang Qian turned his head and looked at Yue Qian beside him and said with a wry smile: "Nine hundred and eighty-seven, all the way to the top ten in the lottery, you have to win at least seven games in a row, you have to be ready." ”

Yue Qianchou smiled indifferently and walked towards the lottery box in the direction of the main hall. His exit immediately attracted the attention of tens of thousands of disciples around him, and almost all of them had their heads tilted in the direction of the Alchemy Pavilion. Feng Xiangtian and the others, who were standing on the Xiuzhen Pavilion, saw the changes around them even more clearly, and the white faces on both sides instantly turned into black backs of their heads, which was very spectacular.

Many elders laughed, and Elder Mo of the Refining Pavilion, even more yin and yang: "Old Guan, your disciple is a little interesting!"

Guan Weiwu turned his head to stare at him, and said viciously: "What's the matter? You are not convinced? ”

Elder Mo smiled and said, "I am self-aware, since I know that it will be embarrassing to pull it out, then it is better for me not to pull it." ”

"You two don't have any occasion to quarrel, don't you see tens of thousands of disciples below?" Feng Xiangtian, the head of the sect, stared at the bottom and snorted coldly without looking back, and the two chief elders immediately stared at each other silently.

In fact, Yue Qianchou still wanted to keep a low profile, but the other competition disciples all came out of the Xiuzhen Pavilion, and he was the only one who walked out of the alchemy pavilion crowd, this is not eye-catching! Yue Qianchou looked around, and there were bright eyes staring at him everywhere, as if he had become a rare animal in the zoo.

Damn, look, look, I don't take money. Yue Qianchou muttered indifferently in his mouth and slowly shook it over, anyway, there were nearly a thousand people blocking there to draw lots, so there was no hurry. Not to mention, his unhurried appearance made many people admire.

There are many people, and the people who draw lots consciously stand on both sides. Seeing that the smoke was almost over, Yue Qianchou found a team on the side of the box with few people, and approached the direction of the box little by little. When it was his turn, he found that the elder who was holding the box with one hand was protecting the box with his divine sense, obviously afraid that someone would inject his divine sense into the box to cheat.

Yue Qianchou didn't think about cheating, for him, it was not the same as who to fight, reached into the box and touched it, and found that it was almost empty, his fingers touched one, and he grabbed it in his hand, and he didn't look at it after taking it out, he honestly stood aside, but found that the disciples around him who participated in the competition were looking at him, and his eyes were as if the goblins had seen Tang Seng meat.

It didn't take long for the lottery to be drawn. Dongfang Changao glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "The disciples who have drawn the white lot will hand over the white lot and wait for the next lottery competition." They looked at the sticks in their hands, and at the people around them. Yue Qianchou didn't know the people around him, and he stood there honestly without squinting, he didn't believe that his luck was so good that he could draw a white lot from nearly a thousand people.

After a long while, no one among the disciples who participated in the test stood up, and everyone was looking at each other, unable to understand what was going on. Feng Xiangtian's face sank in an instant, and he stared at Dongfang Changao downstairs and shouted, "Changao, what's going on?"

Dongfang Changao bowed upstairs, then turned around and said sharply: "Look at the sticks in your hands again, you can see clearly." ”

Yue Qianchou suddenly felt a little bad, could it be that his luck was really so good? This casually caught a white lot? Spread out the palm of the lot, looked at the front and back, and suddenly a layer of fine sweat oozed from the door of his head. The two sides of this thin piece of wood were smooth, and it was difficult to find the slightest flaw, let alone find the words. It's a good thing to say that you have drawn a white lot, but now it's a bit hot to pinch in your hand, isn't it a human life!

"Have you seen the lotteries in everyone's hands clearly? The disciples who drew the white lots stood up. "Dongfang Changao is so depressed that such a trivial matter actually made the head of the house reprimand himself in front of everyone.

"Elder Dongfang, is it called a white sign without words?" raised a hand in the crowd, and someone asked weakly.

Dongfang Changao shouted angrily: "Exactly." ”

Yue Qianchou quickly flashed out of the crowd, ran to Dongfang Changao with a white stick, held it with both hands and handed it over, and said with sincere fear: "The disciple really doesn't know that this wordless sign is a white sign, please punish the elder!"

"Buzz......" Everyone almost fainted, and the surroundings suddenly became lively, and laughter continued. Dongfang Changao's face was so heavy that he could wring out water. Feng Xiangtian, who was upstairs, saw that this disciple was actually a thousand sorrows, and his mouth opened and he didn't speak. Guan Weiwu and Ferdinand were stunned. Elder Mo of the Refining Pavilion, lowered his head and hit the railing, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, and after a while, he gasped and said: "Lao Guan, your disciple is too capable of tossing people, when has Dongfang Changao been played like this......!