But what happened just now was indeed extremely dangerous. If he hadn't been vigilant enough to wrap himself up with the will of the world in advance, he might have been caught off guard and really would have caused huge trouble.
As for the saint ancestors mentioned by the other party, that is simply nonsense.
This is the heart of the Hundred Saints City. The nameless thought just now was obviously transformed by the Hundred Saints City itself!
Although he is scheming against Hundred Holy City, he also knows very well that based on the current strength comparison between the two sides, it is simply courting death to touch Hundred Holy City now.
According to Jiang Xiaoshang, only by weakening Baisheng City by at least a hundred times can Lin Yi be qualified to steal the chicken.
Even then, three points depend on strength and seven points depend on luck!
While he was talking, representatives of the other thirty-six families and seventy-two clans also arrived one after another.
In addition, there are a large group of ambitious skeleton families who are trying to take this opportunity to defeat them.
However, there are very few human cultivators like Lin Yi who come to the stands. Even the skeletons passing by showed obvious disgust when he appeared here.
"The altar is such a sacred place. How dare you, a dirty and humble human slave, come up here? Get off!"
One of the rather impressive skeletons cursed loudly.
However, Lin Yi remained indifferent and just turned his head to look at the white skull beside him.
"When my family is doing things, when will it be the turn of you, a member of a lower-ranking family, to dictate what I do?"
The white skull did not disappoint Lin Yi. If he disagreed with you, he kicked him off the stand: "Those who don't know etiquette, if it weren't for the sake of the seventy-two clans, I would expel your entire clan right now!"
The other skeletons suddenly fell silent.
Lin Yi looked at this scene and nodded secretly. This level of arrogance is worthy of being one of the thirty-six families. However, it can also be seen from this scene that the upper-level forces in Baisheng City have indeed been deeply entrenched to a certain level.
The other party is one of the seventy-two families, and is nominally the upper-class ruler of the Hundred Holy City like the thirty-six families.
However, facing the public humiliation of the white skeleton, he didn't even dare to fart after being kicked down, and the other races were even more worried.
This shows that the order of superiority and inferiority here is quite solid, and this in itself is an important sign of serious class solidification.
As a result, this wave of blood exchange in Baisheng City will not be successful.
Soon, as representatives from all ethnic groups arrived one after another, the battle at the altar of the Hundred Holy City officially began.
"The altar fight is divided into two halves. The first half determines the seventy-two families in the future, and the second half determines the thirty-six families in the future."
The white skull took the initiative to introduce Lin Yi.
Each family can only send one representative, and at this time, more than two hundred people have entered the arena below.
In other words, there are more than 200 families competing for 72 places.
The elimination rate of nearly 70% would not be too high if they were only participating in the war as individuals, but for many families, such an elimination rate is already quite scary.
Lin Yi thought for a while and asked, "Don't you think this method is a bit too childish to let a human being decide the fate of your family?"
The white skull nodded: "It does sound childish. We did think of other fairer and more convincing ways, such as each family selecting ten family elites to engage in wheel battles, but in the end they all failed."
"Why?"
"It is not recognized by the thoughts of the saint ancestors."
The white skull's voice sounded a little helpless.
As a vested interest of one of the thirty-six families, it naturally hopes to adopt a method that can truly reflect the strength of the family, rather than just selecting a human slave like this. There is really no room for error.
Rather than relying on strength, it is more important to rely on luck.
You must know that this is not one-on-one, but puts all the combatants directly on the same field for a melee.
No matter how strong your personal strength is, as long as you are not strong enough to completely overwhelm the entire field, you may still overturn at any time. There is too much chance.
The white skull sighed: "Our thirty-six families have discussed it for a long time, but we still don't understand why the ancestors of the saints used this method to select rulers. Huge chance often means huge internal friction. After every altar fight, those who are eliminated
The family will never be convinced and will always cause civil strife one after another."
Lin Yi couldn't help but look at it and said nothing.
It seems that even the thirty-six families and seventy-two clans that nominally dominate the Hundred Saints City do not understand the true details of the Hundred Saints City.
The cells in the body do not realize that they are just one cell. Instead, they think that they are completely independent individuals, and everything around them is just an environment for them to survive. This is a bit interesting.
Having said that, if you put aside the special existence of the Hundred Holy City and simply look at the change of power, the proposal of the thirty-six families is naturally more reasonable.
Although such rules increase the fault tolerance rate, it is more beneficial to the thirty-six companies that are already in a strong position. Over time, it is easier to form a class monopoly.
But any so-called fair rules will naturally favor the strong, and this will never change.
But for Baisheng City, this is obviously contrary to its metabolic needs.
Once the thirty-six families and the seventy-two clans truly achieve a long-term class monopoly, they will become uncontrollable cancer cells for Baisheng City. As the cancer cells continue to spread, Baisheng City will
In the end, there is only death.
At this time, the battle in the field below has officially begun.
Although there is huge uncertainty, judging from the situation at the beginning, the number of the seventy-two tribes who took the initiative to form a group was at a disadvantage, but they were in an advantage on the scene.
On the one hand, these human cultivators sent under their command are obviously stronger individually when the power of rules is sealed.
This in itself is not surprising.
The more dominant a large family is, the more likely they are to capture more human cultivators, and they have greater room for selection. From a statistical point of view, the average strength of the human slaves selected to participate in the war will naturally be stronger.
On the other hand, the seventy-two tribes have a clearer idea, which is to stick together.
On the other hand, although the challenger families on the opposite side also have a sense of unity, after all, there is a natural competitive relationship within them, and they cannot be united like the seventy-two families.
White Skull was not surprised by this and asked Lin Yi with great interest: "Which side do you think can win this game?"
Lin Yi answered without hesitation: "The Seventy-Two Clans will lose."
The white skull was stunned for a moment: "Are you so sure?"
It was just the beginning now, and it was possible for anyone to lose or win, but it was still quite surprised that Lin Yi said it so absolutely.