78: C78 Enter and Draw Lots

C78 Enter and Draw Lots

Attention, draw lots.

"Wait, isn't there one less person? Where's Mr. Dahui?" Loong Feng looked around and said.

"Wait, I'll call him now!" After saying that, Muh Feng ran to his residence.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, are you inside?"

Muh Feng saw that no one answered, so he pushed open the door and saw Mr. Dahui snoring on the ground. There was a big red paper on the ground, and a few lines of big words could be seen.

Muh Feng walked over and picked it up. He was shocked. Love poem...

He was alone in front of the window, tossing and turning, thinking about his love.

Jingjing looked up at the moon, sparkling with tears.

Muh Feng smiled. It seemed that Mr. Chen had left Heavenly Thunder Sect for a month and missed Senior Sister Jingru, but he didn't expect Mr. Chen to have such a poetic moment. Hehe!

"Mr. Chen, wake up. The competition is about to start."

Hearing Muh Feng's shout, Chen Hui suddenly stood up and wiped his eyes as he said, "Is it my turn?"

Muh Feng was speechless and said, "Wake up. It hasn't started yet. Let's go out."

Chen Hui touched his head and followed Muh Feng out dejectedly. He picked up the love poem on the ground and kicked it in front of his chest.

"Junior Chen, what are you doing? You just got up now?" Loong Feng asked.

"I'm sorry, everyone has been waiting for a long time. I was thinking about something and forgot about the time." Chen Hui scratched his head and said.

"There is one thing I almost forgot. The six of you will be divided into two groups. Have you thought about how to divide it?" Liu Haifeng said.

Everyone thought for a while before Qing Shan expressed his opinion, "Why don't we gather the strongest group and increase our chances of winning? I wonder if everyone has any objections?"

Chen Hui, Tim, and Loong Feng all expressed their agreement. Liu Haifeng nodded in agreement and tacitly agreed to Qingshan's proposal.

Then they turned their eyes to Yixue.

"Don't look at me, I'll listen to Mr. Muh Feng." Yixue said.

Everyone looked at Muh Feng, who had not made a decision yet. Muh Feng thought for a while and said, "Senior brother Qingshan's suggestion is indeed feasible, but I want both groups to win the first round."

"Then what do you mean by grouping?" Liu Haifeng excitedly asked.

"Among the five of you, senior brother Qingshan has the highest cultivation. It's not a problem to deal with an intermediate Nascent Infant. Secondly, brother Tim, Mr. Long, and Yixue... Mr. Chen was only a Golden Core Middle Period warrior, so he could only protect himself against a Nascent Infant Early Period warrior. It will be very difficult to defeat him."

"Except for me, senior disciple Qingshan, Tim, Mr. Long and Yixue are the strongest. That's why I want senior brother Qingshan, Mr. Long, and Yixue to team up. I will be in the same group as brother Tim and Mr. Chen. As long as we don't encounter a Nascent Infant Late Period in the first round, we will be in the same group. Then we'll all win."

"I think the other sects will definitely form a strong team. Let's take a risk and bet on him. I wonder if everyone thinks this plan will work?"

After saying that, Muh Feng looked at everyone eagerly.

"Why don't I go to senior brother Qingshan's group and exchange junior sister Yixue?" Tim said meaningfully. In fact, Tim hoped that Muh Feng would protect Yixue better. He was very touched by Muh Feng's arrangement. But he knew how important Yixue was to Muh Feng, so compared to these, he hoped Yixue and Muh Feng would be in the same group, so Yixue would be safer.

"Big Brother Tim, I know all of this. I discussed it with Yixue last night. Besides, Yixue learned a lot of powerful skills from the Shadow Guardian. You can rest assured. As long as she doesn't encounter a Nascent Infant Late Period, she should be fine."

No one knew when Muh Feng had started calling him Big Brother Tim, but he was no longer his senior brother. This made them feel closer to each other, and at the same time, Tim's heart trembled. After so many years, he had finally heard that innocent and innocent way of addressing him.

"I think Junior Brother Muh Feng's plan is feasible. Why don't we do it this way?" Qingshan said.

Everyone nodded.1

"Hahaha, good boy, you have guts. I look forward to your performance." Liu Haifeng said with a smile on his face.

"Clank, clank, clank..."

An ear-splitting bell rang in Myriad Spirit Mountain's square, echoing for a long time!

"Let's go, let's begin!"

After Liu Haifeng speaks, everyone swiftly walks towards the center of Million Sword Plaza.

"Hahaha, Brother Liu is here. Elder brother has been waiting for a long time!" A tall and sturdy old man said to Liu Haifeng.

"Brother Ba, thank you for your concern. Little brother is late." Liu Haifeng cupped his fists and said.

This old man was the vice sect master of the Tyrannical Saber Sect, and his name was Ba Wei. The Tyrannical Saber Sect and the Heavenly Thunder Sect were allies, and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that they were on the same side. He was the only ally of the Heavenly Thunder Sect among the thirteen Third Class Sect.

The Tyrannical Saber Sect was ranked around seventh or eighth among the thirteen sects, and was on par with the Fire God Sect.

"Hmm? Brother Liu, this year is not bad. You have a Nascent Infant Early Period disciple. I think your overall strength has improved a lot in the past five years, right?"

"Brother Ba, don't make fun of me. Compared to your Tyrannical Saber Sect, I feel inferior and ashamed..."

All of a sudden, a stream of light fell from the sky and landed on the center stage of Myriad Sword Square. After the stream of light dissipated, a white-haired old man appeared. He looked like a transcendent being. However, he didn't have the slightest bit of spiritual energy from his body. It was as if he was a mortal.

However, everyone knew that this man was definitely not as simple as he looked. If he could control his aura freely, then he must be at least an Aperture Expelling Stage warrior.

The old man said with a loud and clear voice, "Welcome, Fellow Daoist. Genius disciples, welcome to the Myriad Sword Sect. The competition between the younger generation of the Myriad Sword Sect, which happens once every five years, is about to begin."

"Let me introduce myself. I am a fan of the Ninth Elder of the Myriad Sword Sect. This year's competition between the younger generation will be hosted by me."

"The judges of this year's competition are the core elders of the Myriad Sword Sect, Wan Zihao, and Wan Baoqiang."

The three old men on the judging platform stood up and began recruiting. A round of warm applause was heard from the platform.

"We would like to invite the representatives of the thirteen sects to the judges' platform. We would like to confirm the number of participants with the chief judges. The representatives of the sect will be the same as the previous years, and the three chief judges will be the judges." Ten thousand people said.

Liu Haifeng instructed Muh Feng and the others to speak a few words before striding towards the judges' stand. Liu Haifeng's seat was at the very edge. The middle seat represented the higher the ranking of the sect. The two sides were the last.

This year, the Myriad Sword Sect had sent out two groups of six disciples to participate in the competition. Five of them were at the peak of Nascent Infant Late Period, and one was at the Aperture Expelling Early Period. Such a line-up was enough to sweep across any team, even though there were only six of them.

The thirteen Third Class Sect were ranked from high to low: White Cloud Sect, Heavenly Lake Sect, Jade Lady Sect, Six Arts Sect; Water Immortal Sect, Ancient Flower Sect, Tyrannical Saber Sect, Fire God Sect; Wild Wolf Sect; Jade Sea Sect; Azure Dragon School; Seven Fiends Sect; and Heavenly Thunder Sect.

Other than the Myriad Sword Sect, Heavenly Thunder Sect, Azure Dragon School, and Seven Fiends School, which each had two groups of six people, the other sects all had seven groups of twenty-one people.

"Now, please send a representative from each group of seventy-eight to participate in the competition to draw lots. The battle method is number 1 against number 2. Number 3 against number 4, and so on. The thirty-nine teams will be decided and the next round of competition will be held. " The ten thousand fans shouted.

"Senior brother Qingshan, Muh, you two go." Loong Feng said.

Muh Feng and Qingshan nodded, turned around, and walked onto the arena. They casually grabbed a sign and walked off the stage.

"Number 66! This number is not bad. It's a good number 6." Muh Feng said.

"I won the first prize, number 1 ~" Qingshan smiled bitterly.

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