Under the spotlight, Ji Ningshuang walked up to her seat.
However, the shock she gave to the scene was still not lost. This was a feast just for her.
Amidst the exclamation, Cheng Kun stood up slowly. He looked around below with a playful smile on his lips, and then said, "I am honored to be honored by you fellow Taoists. So, once every three years, The three-sect competition begins now."
As soon as he finished speaking, people stood up in the direction of Zhengyang Sect, Qingyun Sect and Hengyue Sect. Needless to say, they were the true disciples who participated in the competition of the three sects.
For the sake of fairness, the opponents will be decided by drawing lots in the three-sect competition.
Naturally, luck is also a part of strength. If a true disciple with weak cultivation draws a disciple with strong cultivation, it will naturally be unlucky, but if a disciple with strong cultivation draws a disciple with weak cultivation, it is definitely a happy event.
So, here comes the problem.
Each of the three sects sent nine true disciples to fight, that is, twenty-seven people. The two-by-two duel was thirteen groups. The extra one naturally got a bye.
Therefore, the person with a bye can advance to the semi-finals without having to face off in the first round of elimination. This is the traditional rule of the three-sect competition.
Of course, since it is a drawing of lots, it is also possible that two of the same disciples meet.
Under the spotlight of everyone, twenty-seven true disciples have already come to the stage and lined up to draw lots.
"I hope one of us gets the bye number fourteen." While lining up, Situ Nan didn't forget to smile at his fellow apprentices.
"You talk so much nonsense." Ye Ruxue pushed Situ Nan, "Hurry up, it's your turn."
"What's the hurry?" Situ Nan sneered. He had already put his hand into the small wooden box and fiddled with it for a while. Then he took out a small wooden sign, glanced at the number on it, and simply walked away with his head hanging down, "Ni Ma, number eight.”
After Situ Nan, Ye Ruxue and the others also stepped forward to draw numbers from the small wooden cards.
When Ye Chen reached into the wooden box, he casually took out a small wooden sign. After taking a glance, he was a little surprised.
Huh
Shi Yan, who was queuing behind him, caught a glimpse of it and couldn't help but exclaimed, "No. 14."
"Looks like I got lucky!" Ye Chen smiled slightly and walked off the stage with his number plate.
Soon, the drawing of lots for the true disciples was completed.
But after the list of opponents was announced, the expressions on everyone's faces were strange, and discussions started immediately.
"That's right! Among the twenty-seven people, Ye Chen, who has the lowest level of cultivation, actually got the bye card No. 14."
"Does this mean that he was already the first person to advance to the semi-finals of this three-sect competition before the fight started?"
"There is no way, God will favor those who are weak."
"Visual inspection shows that this kid has already stepped on dog poop before going out." Old Man Zhuge stroked his beard and said seriously.
Amid the discussion, Ye Chen had returned to his seat.
"Boy, you can do it!" Pang Pangchuan looked at Ye Chen in shock.
"It's just luck."
"But the opponent I, a disciple of Heng Yue Sect, won't be optimistic about!" On the side, Master Daoxuan's brows knitted into a straight line.
"It's not just pessimistic, it's simply miserable!" Chu Ling'er rubbed her brows fiercely and couldn't bear to look at it.
Hearing this, Ye Chen looked at the battle list and frowned at the same time.
Liu Yi faced off against Hua Yun, who ranked second among the nine true disciples of the Zhengyang Sect.
Nie Feng fought against Zhou Ao, the number one disciple among the nine true disciples of the Qingyun Sect.
Nangong Yue faced off against Meng Yunran, who ranked fourth among the nine true disciples of the Zhengyang Sect.
Situ Nan faced off against Li Xinghun, who ranked second among the nine true disciples of the Qingyun Sect;
Duan Yu was facing off against Han Jun, who ranked third among the nine true disciples of the Zhengyang Sect.
Ye Ruxue was fighting against Bai Yi, the fourth ranked disciple of Zhengyang Sect’s nine true disciples;
Shi Yan was fighting against Yang Xu, the sixth-ranked disciple of the Nine True Traditions of the Qingyun Sect;
The worst one was Yang Bin. In the first battle of the three sects' competition, he faced Ji Ningshuang, the Xuanling body of the Zhengyang sect and the first among the nine true traditions.
"Don't use such nonsense." Seeing this, Ye Chen had the urge to curse.
Although Liu Yi was the number one true disciple of the Heng Yue Sect, he was unable to exert even 60% of his combat power due to Dao injuries, so he was facing off against Hua Yun.
You must know that Hua Yun was once the number one true disciple of the Zhengyang Sect. Only because of the emergence of the Xuanling Body did his ranking become the second. His strength was even higher than that of Liu Yi at his peak. , may not even win.
Now, with one thing going down and the other going up, Liu Yi will definitely lose in the duel with Hua Yun.
Not to mention Yang Bin. He was fighting against Ji Ningshuang. He didn't need to fight at all, and he would definitely lose without any suspense.
As for Nie Feng, Situ Nan, Duan Yu, Ye Ruxue, and Shi Yan, the opponents they encountered were all ranked higher than them within the sect, and they would most likely lose more than they won.
In this way, except for Nangong Yue and Ye Chen who had a bye, in the knockout rounds of these three sects, seven people from the Nine True Successors of Heng Yue Sect will be eliminated in the first round.
"God, is this thief sincere?" Situ Nan on the side could not bear to look at him and covered his face.
"I don't know about you, but I definitely can't defeat Bai Yi." Ye Ruxue rubbed the center of her brows fiercely.
"Although I knew I would lose, I didn't expect that Heng Yue would lose so miserably in the knockout round." Duan Yu, who had always been calm and calm, shook his head helplessly.
"Otherwise, let's just go home!"
Click!
Click!
Yang Dingtian's fists were clenched and his expression was extremely ugly. Feng Wuhen's and his others' expressions were not very good either.
Compared with them, Qingyun Sect and Zhengyang Sect were much more gloating about their misfortune. The true disciples of Hengyue Sect were divided among the stronger disciples of his two sects. They were very willing to see this result.
"In this case, Heng Yue Sect can be ignored." Cheng Kun, who was in a high position, leisurely turned the ring on his thumb, his eyes full of amusement, "Nangong Yue is nothing to be afraid of, even if he reaches the semi-finals, it will be difficult to reach the finals. As for Ye Chen, in the human realm, he is nothing."
"What a nonsense grouping." On the other side, old man Zhuge cursed, "I just like a few kids from the Heng Yue Sect. What the hell did they draw?"
"The Hengyuezong was almost wiped out in the first round!" Shanggu Bo from the Shangguan family shook his head helplessly.
"Most of Heng Yue's strong disciples will be defeated, but the weakest Ye Chen can advance to the semi-finals. It's really funny."
Amidst the discussion, Wu Changqing of the Zhengyang Sect has already stepped onto the fighting stage, "Shi Yan of the Hengyue Sect and Yang Xu of the Qingyun Sect, come on the stage to face off."
"It's easy to capture." From the direction of Qingyun Sect, a white-robed disciple immediately stepped onto the battlefield, and then he glanced provocatively in the direction of Hengyuezong, and finally fixed his gaze on Shi Yan, saying jokingly, "If you're afraid of losing, there's no need to come up."
"Even if I lose, I have to skin you." Shi Yan said coldly, and then rushed onto the fighting stage.
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