When the Daoji Sect Master read out this name, all the true disciples present frowned!
For example, Kong Su had a hint of doubt in his fat face and small eyes.
call out!
The fourth identity tag flew in a certain direction, and was immediately grabbed by a hand. At this moment, everyone's eyes were turned over!
This is a young man who is quite handsome and has an extraordinary aura. He is holding his identity tag, but with a sinister expression on his face at this moment, he is looking at Ye Wuque, Yue Wuji, and Wu Wen in front of him.
The three people in the sky smiled happily, but they gave people a sense of penetration!
"Pang Deyan? Pang Deyan from the Tianquan lineage?"
"What is he doing? A mere disciple of the Tianquan lineage, who has not even successfully passed the second floor of Daoji Tower before, actually participates in the selection meeting?"
"Wow! This guy really doesn't have any ideas in his heart! Will he be embarrassed if he goes up there?"
"This guy... that's right! I remember! When Chief Ye broke into the Daoji Tower for the first time, this guy jumped out and taunted Chief Ye, and then was slapped hard in the face by Ye Wuque. It was so embarrassing!"
Soon, many true disciples recognized who Pang Deyan was, and then they heard a lot of boos and boos coming from the entire Daoji Square, feeling that Pang Deyan simply didn't know how high the world was.
However, when Pang Deyan heard these boos, a chill flashed through his eyes at first, but then it turned into a sneer, and he stepped forward to the center of the square.
"Dust is worse than even ants."
When Yue Wuji saw Pang Deyan approaching, he spoke calmly, with a condescending look on his face, as if he was insulted.
"Pang Deyan, right? Are you sure you want to participate in the selection meeting?"
Wu Wentian opened his mouth and frowned slightly.
Only Ye Wuque still looked calm and did not speak, but he remembered Pang Deyan, a clown back then.
"Hey! Can't you? Everyone is qualified to compete for the 'Beidou Holy Son'. Is it possible that the three of you are qualified? What a joke!"
Pang Deyan sneered and spoke, but his voice was extremely weird!
It's like gold and iron clashing, with an echo that makes people extremely uncomfortable and even numb in the ears!
Looking at the three people in front of him, Pang Deyan slowly showed a strange sneer on his face, and there was also a touch of indescribable arrogance and arrogance. He slowly stretched out his right thumb, and then turned it upside down!
"You three are...out of date!"
"Today I will let the entire sect, the sect leader, and the six chiefs know that I, Pang Deyan, am a fresh product. Qianlong Chuyuan, I will be the real number one of the younger generation!!"
"'Beidou Holy Son' will belong to me, Pang Deyan!"
Pang Deyan laughed wildly, with an indescribable arrogance and a mysterious confidence that made people extremely uncomfortable.
Immediately, his eyes turned and fell on Ye Wuque, his expression became extremely cold, like a hidden poisonous snake, his eyes became extremely terrifying, and a strange blood glow flashed deep in his eyes.
!
"Especially you...Ye Wuque!"
"The shame you gave me! I remember it very clearly! Just wait! Today, I will trample you... under my feet!!"
As soon as he said these words, the atmosphere in the entire Daoji Square suddenly became an uproar again!
"Damn it! Did this guy take the wrong medicine? Is he so arrogant?"
"What a reckless thing! I'm afraid he's already brain-dead! Still want to step on Chief Ye? I'm afraid Chief Ye could crush him to death a hundred times with just one breath!"
"This is such a realistic eyesore! I really want to fuck him!"
I have to say that this Pang Deyan perfectly demonstrated to everyone what it means to be mentally retarded!
Pang Deyan stared at Ye Wuque, but Ye Wuque didn't look at him at all.
Ye Wuque ignored even Yue Wuji, let alone Pang Deyan, who was not even a clown in his eyes.
"metropolitan……"
Looking at Pang Deyan, who was flaunting his power and displaying his idiotic nature, Tianshuzi tilted his head slightly and spoke to the Daoji Sect Master. Although it was just two simple words, the other five leaders understood Tianshuzi's meaning from it.
This Pang Deyan is just here to grandstand, should we disqualify him?
"It doesn't matter."
However, Daoji Sect Master responded like this.
Hearing this, Tianshuzi nodded slightly and stood up straight.
Obviously, the Daoji Sect Master didn't seem to care and still retained Pang Deyan's qualification to participate.
No one has ever known what the Daoji Sect Master is thinking in his mind, not even the six leaders. In their hearts, the Daoji Sect Master is a lofty...god!
For example, this time the "Beidou Holy Son" selection meeting came so suddenly that all the six leaders felt a sense of mystery in their hearts, even... weird!
"quiet!"
Tianshuzi spoke again, and suddenly the entire Daoji Square fell silent. All the true disciples kept silent and looked solemn.
"Okay, for the selection meeting, a total of four people have signed up. Then the Holy Son of Beidou will eventually be born from the four of you."
The voice of the Daoji Sect Master sounded with a hint of etherealness.
"Then stop talking nonsense and get started..."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Goblet of Fire in Master Daoji's hand disappeared instantly, and then his left hand flicked out of the air!
Suddenly...
Rumble!
The entire Daoji Square instantly shook. Under the shocked eyes of all the true disciples, they saw an extremely majestic ancient platform rising quietly and slowly in the center of Daoji Square!
The entire ancient platform presents a dark golden color, rising slowly, and overflowing with a heavy sense of time that has gone through vicissitudes of life, ancient and majestic.
Click!
Finally, the ancient platform rose across Daoji Square. Then the Daoji Sect leader waved his hand again, and the ancient platform was divided into four, turning into four small ancient platforms, which rumbled and fell in four directions.
Final shape.
At this moment, Ye Wuque, Yue Wuji, Wu Wentian, and Pang Deyan all looked at each other in unison!
Because they actually felt something indescribable... ethereal and mysterious from the four ancient platforms!
Just looking at it is like seeing endless years!
The years that belong to the long history of Hokuto Doji Sect!
"This is... the Zen Fengdai!"
"For the time being, it is divided into four parts based on southeast, northwest and northwest."
"The four of you, please come on stage immediately."
The master of Daoji Sect spoke lightly, but it contained a kind of ultimate majesty.
Boo hoo hoo…
In an instant, the figures of four people standing side by side flashed and each rushed towards a Fengchan platform.
Ye Wuque came to the Dongfeng Zen Platform. As soon as he climbed up, he felt a faint mysterious aura that seemed to have washed away with time from thousands of years ago!
Misty!
lofty!
Unfathomable!
Mysterious!
"Qi...luck!"
With happiness in his heart, Ye Wuque whispered to himself softly.
The other three people also had serious expressions on their faces!
"The 'Holy Son of the Big Dipper' is the son of destiny who was not born in our sect! So the basis for selecting the 'Holy Son of the Big Dipper' is that the four of you each possess the intensity and power of the 'luck'!"
"And the process of the selection meeting is...the three levels of luck!"
Daoji Sect Master opened his mouth and immediately attracted everyone's attention!
"The so-called three levels of luck are determined by the sect personally. They are consistent with the sect's luck and can be regarded as three tests. However, the theory of 'luck' is mysterious and elusive. Naturally, we cannot use simple winning or losing to eliminate premature conclusions.
What is needed is a cumulative process.”
"So the first two levels are considered two tests. Even if you fail, you will not be eliminated directly. However, the luck of the four of you will resonate with the Fengzen Platform below you, and changes will occur through this, which will eventually explode in the third level.
.”
"Then, the first of the three levels of luck begins now."
The Daoji Sect Master waved his hand, and the four Zen Zen platforms suddenly roared, and then burst out with four dazzling rays of light, covering them, and there seemed to be some mysterious blending with the four people standing on them!
On the Dongfeng Zen Platform, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed slightly, feeling the shrouded light and integrating it into his body, with a mysterious and ethereal aura, as if he was looking for something!
"Whenever the 'Holy Son of the Big Dipper' is born, his luck will not only be superior to that of his contemporary peers, but also surpass the strongest of the sect of this generation! It is said that the young are better than the old! This is the truth."
"So, in the first of the three levels of destiny, the opponent of the four of you is... our sect!"
As soon as the Daoji Sect Master said these words, the atmosphere in the entire Daoji Square suddenly became silent!!