The former is the strongest Seahawk, and the latter is the worst, forming a sharp contrast.
"You, draw lots." Emperor Dongyuan said without squinting.
Xia Qingchen stood up and came to the box, whispering loudly in his ears.
"Wow! What a coincidence, the best and the worst Seahawks are saved for last."
"If he chooses the right one, he will reach the sky in one step; if he chooses the wrong one, he will fall into the abyss."
"Destiny really plays tricks on people. Different choices may determine his future destiny."
Xia Qingchen also felt speechless.
He really didn't expect that No. 9 would stay until the end, but the worst No. 10 would also stay with him!
Shaking his head, Xia Qingchen came to the box.
In fact, choosing any one of the two sea eagles would not have a significant impact on Xia Qingchen.
Because he will swallow the marrow elixir for the sea eagle he chooses.
It will enhance the Sea Eagle's perception by more than three times. Even the weakest Sea Eagle's perception will be more than twice as strong as that of No. 9 after swallowing the Marrow Pill.
Therefore, the difference between No. 10 and No. 9 can be ignored in the face of the efficacy of the Marrow-Eating Pill.
It doesn't matter which one he draws.
Of course, it would be better if you could draw number nine.
Xia Qingchen stretched out his hand and was about to draw lots when suddenly a wisp of sword sound rang through the air.
What followed was a displeased and cold voice: "We started the eagle meeting before we even arrived. Doesn't it mean that we don't take Ben Yuan Lord seriously?"
In the distance, a group of sword shadows split through the clouds and mist. Among the endless sword shadows, a thin middle-aged man wearing red clothes and carrying two black and white swords stood with his hands behind his back.
Before the person arrives, the sound has already arrived like thousands of sword shadows, stinging people's eardrums.
There are only a handful of people on Linlang Island who can have such momentum.
He is Beiyuan Sword Master, one of the four abyss masters!
Emperor Dongyuan didn't squint his eyes and sat firmly on the high platform: "Is it possible that everyone should wait for someone who is late?"
Sonorous
Beiyuan Sword Master came to the high platform, and the powerful sword energy shook the high platform, making an overwhelming sound.
"Hmph!" Beiyuan Sword Lord snorted: "The Lord of this abyss is discussing the Hell Gate with the tomb keeper for the sake of the common people. It is understandable that I will be late for a while."
He confidently made excuses for being late.
Emperor Dongyuan was calm: "This is not a reason to be late."
He glanced at Xia Qingchen: "Continue."
Xia Qingchen nodded and was about to reach out to grab the lot. Beiyuan Sword Master's eyes were like lightning. He glanced between the two birds and strode to the No. 9 bird.
Without any drawing, he grabbed the iron cage of Bird No. 9 and threw it in front of his son Han Xiangdong: "This is only yours."
This move never caused dissatisfaction among the public.
Isn’t it natural for the dignified Lord Yuan to not seek benefits for his son according to fair rules?
Although it was Xia Qingchen who was pitiful, there was nothing that could be done about it.
Who made someone the Lord of Yuan?
At this time, Xia Qingchen also drew a lot from the iron cage. Unfortunately, the number he drew happened to be number nine!
"Oh! God wills it like this!"
“A typical example of luck being defeated by reality!”
"I don't blame Beiyuan Sword Master, I just blame him for backing up and meeting Beiyuan Sword Master in person."
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Everyone accepted Xia Qingchen's fate, but Emperor Dongyuan would not.
He made the rules. If Beiyuan Sword openly broke the rules, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?
"After three breaths, put it back into the iron cage." Emperor Dongyuan's words were concise and concise, but every word revealed the majesty of the emperor, like an emperor who kept his word.
Sword Master Beiyuan frowned: "Emperor Dongyuan, are you too serious? What will happen if I take a sea eagle? How big a deal is it?"
"One breath!"
A circle of substantial ripples was released around Emperor Dongyuan's body.
"Two breaths!" Emperor Dongyuan stood up slowly, showing his dignity without anger, making people inexplicably fearful.
Beiyuan Sword Lord, who understood his nature, frowned: "Is that so?"
He understood Emperor Dongyuan as a human being, and he said that since he was given three breaths, he would definitely take action if he was not released.
At this moment, he really didn't want to take action with Emperor Dongyuan.
He kicked the iron cage back and looked at Xia Qingchen: "Which Sea Eagle do you choose?"
Everyone secretly thought that Beiyuan Sword Master was shameless.
On the surface, he was abiding by the rules and letting Xia Qingchen choose, but in fact, due to the disparity in status between the two parties, he was clearly forcing him to take a step back.
They couldn't help but look at Xia Qingchen with pity. Today, he couldn't even think of taking away the best Haiying.
Emperor Dongyuan was silent for a while and did not stop him again.
The meeting of eagles is about to begin. There is no need to hold on to Beiyuan Sword Master. If the two sides are really angered and fight, it will affect the innocent contestants and their fate of breaking through the moon realm.
Everyone looked at Xia Qingchen. Xia Qingchen was neither humble nor arrogant. He calmly came to Sea Eagle No. 10 and said calmly: "That's it."
Anyway, to him, the difference between the two Seahawks is negligible.
Why ask for trouble when you can save yourself trouble?
If Han Xiangdong wants a good Haiying, then give it to him. Xia Qingchen has the elixir, so the best moon marrow must be his.
Seeing Xia Qingchen choose it, no one showed any surprise.
Instead, they all felt that Xia Qingchen was wise.
Beiyuan Sword Master withdrew his gaze and looked at Dongyuan Emperor: "You have no objection?"
Emperor Dongyuan looked at the sea that was out of sight when the tide receded, and said calmly: "It's about to start, get ready."
In this way, Beiyuan Sword Master's expression softened, and he turned around and patted Han Xiangdong on the shoulder: "Go ahead, No. 9 is yours."
But the strange thing was that Han Xiangdong stood there, groping his chin, and looking at Xia Qingchen suspiciously.
After thinking about it, Han Xiangdong asked: "Why didn't the person named Xia choose No. 9?"
In his memory, Xia Qingchen was not someone who was afraid of power.
Otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t have offended him twice to the point where he wouldn’t stop until he died.
He chose No. 10 not because he was afraid of his father.
"If you get the best Sea Eagle, just make good use of it. Why is there so much nonsense?" Xia Qingchen said calmly, stroking the sick Sea Eagle No. 10 across the iron cage.
Han Xiangdong was not angry, but thought more deeply.
His father took a step forward, pulled the No. 9 iron cage over again, and urged: "Get ready, don't miss this opportunity."
However, Han Xiangdong suddenly raised his hand to stop his father, and looked deeply at Xia Qingchen's No. 10 Sea Eagle.
After much thought, I made up my mind: "Father, I want Seahawk No. 10!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was stunned at the same time.
Even Emperor Dongyuan couldn't help but look sideways, looking Han Xiangdong up and down with strange eyes.
The rest of the people were even more shocked.
"Son of Beiyuan Sword Master, what's wrong with this?"
"Relying on my father, I got the Seahawks who are the best in the Eagles Association, but I want the Seahawks who are the worst opponents."
"What was he thinking about?"
Not only outsiders can't understand, Beiyuan Sword Master also can't understand: "Is there a reason?"
Han Xiangdong nodded deeply: "Yes! This person is the boy named Xia I mentioned. He has a mysterious origin and rich experience. He even knows a thing or two about the Wuchen God King."
"Is it him?" Beiyuan Sword Master cast an appraising look. (Updated at 12 noon tomorrow)