In the side hall of the city lord of Liaoyuan City, Yi Tian could only sigh when facing the sudden change. He had never expected that there would be monks from other tribes to participate, so the competition for these ten quotas will be very fierce.

Yan Tong, who was standing beside him, naturally realized that this matter had become extremely ugly. In terms of strength, he could only rank in the back among the late-stage cultivators of the clone.

A monk like Yi Tian looks like he is in the early stage of the divine distraction, but his true strength is far more than that. Looking at the scene, there seem to be many monks in the late stage of the divine clone. If he still gives ten places this time, I’m afraid he won’t even get the ticket.

After a while, I saw someone walking out from the back of the hall and sitting down at the main seat in the middle. This man had a majestic face, looking like he was about thirty years old, and his demonic aura was restrained. But judging from the aura emitted around him, he was undoubtedly a cultivator in the fusion stage.

He looked at the people standing in front of him, and soon his eyes swept across at once. Among them, he paused on several monks in the God Transformation Stage and swept past.

When Yi Tian found that the city lord turned his gaze to him, he stared at him for ten breaths before turning his eyes away. After a while, he heard the city lord speak in an extremely plain tone: "Welcome all demon heroes to participate in the qualification selection for the entry of Liyan Han Kiln. I am a witness to this selection competition."

The voice was silent, but everyone present had a solemn look on their faces. No one dared to make a sound when facing the fusion stage monks. Then he heard him continue, "This trip to Liyan Han Kiln is different from the past. There are many monks coming, so we need to screen. My Flame Prison Demon Clan accounts for half of the quota, and the remaining five will be distributed by the other tribes according to their strength."

As soon as the words came out, many people began to whisper, but they didn't expect that the quota for this position was still ten. Many god-transforming monks showed impatient expressions. As for the distraction guards behind them, they looked hesitant, and they all lowered their heads and sent voices to each other to discuss.

Later, a monk from the Feitian Rakshasa clan slowly walked up and took out a jade slip and held it in his hand and said to Yan Lei: "Sir, we are all here to run for election under the orders of our respective clan leaders. Here is a jade slip for the delivery of the letter, so please ask the city lord to go first."

Yan Lei's face was so somber that he knew that the content written in the jade slip of the book was nothing more than that all races wanted to get some advantage. But he couldn't have an attack on the scene. After all, this time the other six demon emperors worked together to put pressure on the Flame Prison Demon Emperor.

If the handling is not done properly, it is very likely that it will cause a considerable burden on the Demon Emperor in the future. Yan Lei reached out and took the jade slip in his hand and put his divine thoughts in his hand. After carefully investigating it, he said, "Okay, since that's the case, let's determine the quota based on strength. Eight lava pools have quota, and two quota for getting fire from the heart of lava. The selection method is based on the number of times each rings the Tianshou Gong. Each of the God Transformation Period will take the first eight, and the divine division period will take two cultivators."

As soon as this said, everyone present clearly showed a strange look on their faces. Those who wanted to temper their body skills were juniors in the God Transformation Stage. Some of these people relied on their help from high-level monks behind them, but once they encountered such a head-on situation, they showed hesitation on their faces.

Looking at the performance of the people below, Yan Lei glanced at the face of the haze and said, "Because the two roads are different, they will not disturb each other, so the guards of the young clan leader do not need to go in."

Their support was blocked with one sentence, and even the Fourth Prince and the Seventh Prince's faces became unnatural. They have always been pampered and never experienced such a situation, nor have they ever come into contact with top monks of other demon clans.

Now that Yan Lei said this, he wanted them to face it directly, so his face was naturally not good-looking. Yi Tian glanced at the many monks present, among which the majority of monks who were escorting the divine stage were the escort. There were very few people who really wanted to get the fire, but if you look carefully, there were as many as seven or eight people, including yourself.

It seems that at least more than half of the people here must be eliminated. Yan Tong behind him gently sent a voice message: "Fellow Daoist Yi, let's go forward and retreat together this time. If anyone can't get a quota, another person will take action to make fire."

He looked at Yan Tong secretly in his heart and seemed to have some expectations for his own strength, and he was just trying to beat the other two bottles of Yangshui in his hand.

After thinking about it, he smiled faintly and replied: "Since Fellow Yan has this plan, there is no reason to be disobeyed. Let's make a decision after the test."

Yan Lei, who was speaking, reached out and pointed to the void on the right, and suddenly appeared in the Taoist spiritual pattern. The invisible light wave expanded to three meters high and faintly appeared a huge shelf, but in the middle was a gong with a diameter of more than one meter.

He only heard him laugh and said, "The younger disciples who want to go come forward and ring the gong in turn, no matter what method they use to ring it. Only the first eight are calculated based on the number of times, and each person has only one chance."

After saying that, Yan Lei stretched out his hand and waved it, and walked out of the back hall. Two teams of soldiers sealed the area around the Sky-Survey Luo under the leadership of the leading demon general. Then the soldiers reached out to form seals outside the area to set up barriers to prevent anyone from cheating.

Many monks present were thwarted, but they didn't expect the city lord to do so much that they could kill the original plot in their minds.

After these god-transforming cultivators looked around, no one was willing to jump out to test the waters. Even the two princes looked gritting their teeth but had no choice but to Yan Lei, who was at the scene.

Shaoqing heard the city lord shout, "Why did all the young talents really become timid when it was your turn to take action? It really disappointed me. You young people are really not good at this generation."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a shout from the crowd: "Let me try it and see what is the difference between the Tianzhang Luo of the Flame Prison Demon Clan."

Following the voice of the man, he looked for the god-transforming monk of the Heavenly Demon Clan. Yi Tian's divine thought moved and Yan Tong beside him said, "He should be the first to pass the test."

"Is that so? This person is Dugu Yuchen, the young leader of the Demon Clan. I just don't know which one he is stronger than the two princes," Yan Tong replied.

"It's only strong but not weak, you'll know if you keep reading," Yi Tian smiled, but he was secretly surprised in his heart that the royal family of the Heavenly Demon clan actually took Dugu as his surname. The Heavenly Demon Sect on the Tianlan Continent was naturally the remnant of the royal family. No wonder he could practice the body technique of the Heavenly Demon Transformation.
Chapter completed!