At the first Duantianya Fighting Ceremony, Yao Xiaofu came to watch the ceremony. Although there was no distinction between the righteous way and the demonic sect at that time, she was sitting in the middle.
Later, every time Yao Xiaofu came to Duantian Cliff to watch the fun, he basically sat in the middle on the first day.
Because Yao Xiaofu belongs to the demon race, not the human race, so no one else would have any objections to her being in the middle.
Of course, this is only limited to the first day.
You can't steal the face of these big guys every day. The next day, Yao Xiaofu will be wandering around and will no longer sit in the top position of Qiankunzi and Tuobayu.
The bosses had all sat down. Qiankunzi glanced at Yao Xiaofu and then at Tuoba Yu.
He said: "Fellow Taoist Tuoba, it's already noon, how about we let the disciples start drawing lots?"
Tuo Bayu smiled and said: "What Taoist Qiankunzi said is absolutely true. We old guys are here to watch the fun. This stage is destined to belong to these young people. Let's start drawing lots."
Two people spoke, and the lottery officially began. Twenty or thirty white-haired elders from the Righteous and Demonic Sects were watching to prevent anyone from cheating.
Drawing lots is a very heart-testing thing. For example, in sects such as Cangyun Sect, each sect has ten disciples participating in the battle. If two disciples accidentally draw the same lottery number, they will have to face off in the first round.
This is something no one wants to see.
Zhengdao lined up with the demon sect disciples and walked towards the big wooden box on the long table one by one. When he took a closer look, he saw that his old alcoholic master was actually a supervising referee. The old god was sitting on the chair behind the long table.
On the way, he was talking to several righteous elders around him, pointing his fingers in his direction from time to time. It seemed that this old guy was showing off his apprenticeship in front of the elders of other sects again.
Drawing lots is very simple. Five hundred wax pills are divided into two hundred and fifty groups. Each player takes out a wax pill from it. A separate elder crushes the wax pill and takes out a piece of paper with the lottery number written on it. This
During the process, there was a righteous elder and an elder from the demon sect supervising each other. There were three elders in groups, a total of seven groups, so the drawing of lots for 500 people was relatively fast.
Ye Xiaochuan stretched his neck and followed behind the senior brothers. He wanted to push forward and squeezed past someone. However, he was pushed by the person behind him and his head hit Gu Paner's back in front of him.
Apparently Gu Pan'er was still angry with last night and turned around to stare at him coldly. He had no choice but to laugh dryly and retreat to his seat. As a result, when he jumped in line just now, his seat was occupied by Qi Feiyuan from behind. He couldn't say anything.
He refused and asked Chu Tianxing behind him to make room for him. Chu Tianxing refused, so he had to run to the back and rearrange his position.
The last disciple of Cangyun Sect was Yun Qiyou, and the one in front was senior sister Ning Xiangruo. When she saw Ye Xiaochuan walking over with a disgraced face, Ning Xiangruo smiled and slapped Ye Xiaochuan on the head, saying
: "Let you be opportunistic! Now you regret it!"
Ye Xiaochuan rolled his eyes and wanted to hit Ning Xiangruo on the head, but when he thought about it, it didn't matter. How could he, a grown man, argue with a little girl? Doesn't this lower his status?
He stood obediently behind Yun Qiyou. Yun Qiyou was very tall. Ye Xiaochuan was sixteen years old and was only about the same age as Yun Qiyou. Looking at Yun Qiyou carrying a big piano bag behind him, Ye Xiaochuan couldn't bear to
He kept saying: "Yun Qiang..."
Before the stolen word was uttered, he felt a chill emanating from Yun Qiyou. He hurriedly changed his words and said: "Senior Sister Yun, we are here for a martial arts competition, not a folk art competition. Why are you still bringing this piece of paper with you?"
Guqin.”
Yun Qiyou didn't look back, but said lightly: "Aren't you also bringing your jade flute?"
Ye Xiaochuan took out the yellow spring blue flute from his waist with his backhand and said: "This is different. My jade flute is small and exquisite, but it is not like your guqin. It looks like it is carrying a coffin board. It's so filthy."
Yun Qiyou turned his head slightly, and with a glance from the corner of his eye, Ye Xiaochuan immediately became honest.
At this time, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly thought of something and looked up at the demon sect leaders sitting under the jade jade on the stone platform to the west, and then looked at his Huangquan Biluo Xiao.
He knew that this flute was one of the three sacred instruments of the Demon Sect in the past. It was as famous as the Hunyuan Cauldron and the Holy Fire Order. The Demon Sect attacked Langya Immortal Sect in order to steal this jade flute.
What Yun Qiyou said just now reminded him that this Huangquan Biluo Xiao cannot be seen by the big guys of the Demon Sect. If they recognize it, it will be a disaster.
After thinking for a while, he opened the Qiankun bag at his waist and threw Huangquan Biluoxiao into the Qiankun bag.
The drawing of lots was very fast. Every time the seven disciples drew lots together, the elders immediately read out the lot numbers. There were young disciples next to them who were responsible for registration. The names of the contestants gradually appeared on the small numbered cards on the huge wooden board.
At this time, some people were happy and some were wailing. For example, a young man who got the lottery number 135 was crying loudly. Ye Xiaochuan stretched his head and looked at the board and was immediately happy. It turned out that the other guy had drawn the lottery number 135.
The disciple number 135 turned out to be the Demon Sect Feng Tianqiong. He was looking for abuse.
Soon it was the turn of several disciples of the Cangyun Sect to draw lots. The senior senior brother and other seven people came forward one by one. Everyone nervously took out a wax pill from the wooden box, and then listened nervously to the elders reading out the results they had drawn.
Sign number.
When the numbers of the seven people were read out, the drunk Taoist sitting behind the long table was obviously relieved. The numbers of these seven people were very close to each other and there were no duplicates. This meant that in the previous rounds, the seven Cangyuns had
Disciples are unlikely to meet one of their own.
Now only three Cangyun disciples, Ye Xiaochuan, Ning Xiangruo, and Yun Qiyou, are left to draw lots. If they can draw good lots with similar numbers, then Cangyun Sect will definitely shine in Duantian Cliff this time.
Unlike just now, the two disciples of Xuantian Sect were drawn with the same lottery number. As a result, these two disciples will face off in the first round, and one disciple must be destined to be eliminated in the first round.
Ning Xiangruo stepped forward, took a deep breath, reached out and took out a wax pill from the wooden box and handed it to the demon sect elder who she thought was wearing a black robe, and said: "I am Ning Xiangruo, a disciple of Cangyun Sect."
The elder nodded, took the wax pill, pinched it open, and took out a small orange note. Next to it, there was a Zhengdao and a demon sect elder staring at it with four eyes.
The three elders looked at each other and nodded slightly. The demon sect elder in the middle said loudly: "Ning Xiangruo, a disciple of Cangyun Sect, lot number 18."
A disciple nearby immediately recorded it. At the same time, the words "Cang Yun Ning Xiangruo" were written on the small sign No. 18 on the big wooden board, and then the small sign was hung on the No. 18 position on the wooden board.
