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"Where did you go, kid?
I almost missed the drawing of lots! "
Wang Yan had just arrived at the arena square that Star Sect had set up in advance when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him and shouted at him.
Looking at the unfriendly Tie Leng Xue, Wang Yan shrugged and didn't explain much. He walked straight to the Sun Sect's square formation.
At this moment, the huge square was already overcrowded.
As far as the eye could see, it was a sea of people moving and noisy.
The disciples of the nine sects were all waiting with solemn expressions.
The square covered an area of about a hundred miles, and in the center was an arena about fifty miles square.
The arena was circular in shape and was paved with extremely hard granite.
The elders and disciples of the nine sects sat in nine directions around the arena.
The number of seats decreased gradually, as if there was some hidden rule.
If someone stood a hundred miles above the arena and looked down, they would find that the entire arena and the arrangement of the seats was like a huge Eight Diagrams.
The arena was the Eight Diagrams, and the seats were the Nine Palaces.
"Buzz …!"
At this moment, a bell suddenly rang.
At the same time, Gongsun Yubin, who was sitting in the south, slowly stood up and stretched out his hand.
In an instant, the loud noise disappeared.
The surroundings became deathly silent, as if it was a boundlessly desolate place.
"Everyone, the Nine Sect Grand Competition is an unprecedented event. Here, on behalf of Star Sect, I congratulate all the sects in advance for achieving good results.
"The time has come. Let's start drawing lots. But before that, I will briefly explain the rules of the competition.
"There are a total of 270 disciples from the nine sects, and they will compete in three rounds. In the first round, half of them will be eliminated.
"The remaining 135 will advance to the preliminary round, and then 125 will be eliminated to enter the final round.
"The last ten will be the strongest ten in the Nine Sect Grand Competition, and they will advance to the final round together.
"Each person must eliminate at least three opponents, and then enter the top three based on the number of opponents eliminated."
After briefly explaining the rules of the Nine Sect Grand Competition, Gongsun Yubin waved his sleeve, and streams of light shot out from his hand.
The streams of light did not have any attack power. Once they appeared, they appeared in front of every disciple from the nine high schools in a mysterious trajectory.
"Every streak of light represents a number. Those with the same number will enter the arena."
With Gongsun Yubin's voice still echoing in his ears, Wang Yan reached out his hand and made a grabbing motion. The flowing light disappeared, revealing a spherical object.
The object was about the size of a longan and was completely white. A number was painted on it with black paint.
When he saw this number, Wang Yan was slightly stunned and shook his head with a wry smile.
"It's actually number two … That's really dumb."
As soon as he finished, Gongsun Yubin let out a long whistle.
"The Great Competition of the Nine Sects has officially begun."
"The disciple with lot number one, enter the arena and compete!"
Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people, a tall figure slowly stood up from not far away from Wang Yan and calmly walked towards the arena.
This person was none other than Han Qianjue, who was ranked first in the Sun Sect Hidden Dragon Ranking.
"Interesting, he actually drew the number one lot."
"What's your number?"
Just as Wang Yan finished speaking, a wisp of fragrance assailed his nostrils.
A beautiful silhouette flashed and a beauty appeared next to Wang Yan.
It was Xiao Mei 'er.
Slightly stunned, Wang Yan opened his palm.
"You're actually number two. This is really … unexpected."
Looking at the teasing Xiao Mei 'er, Wang Yan shrugged. "What's your number?"
"Twenty-six."
Curling his lips, Wang Yan raised his eyebrows. "You also brought a number two."
Xiao Mei 'er pursed her lips and looked at Wang Yan with her beautiful eyes. "I really don't understand. With your level of cultivation, how could you do such a crazy thing?"
"What?"
"Bai Ruxue."
As soon as she said this, Wang Yan's eyes flashed with astonishment.
Ever since he had taken Bai Ruxue as his slave, other than Wang Xian 'er and a few others in the Sun Sect, everyone else avoided him.
But now, under everyone's gaze, Xiao Mei 'er came to his side and asked him. Wasn't she afraid of getting into trouble?
"I advise you to stay away from me so that you don't get involved."
"I'm not afraid."
"You're not even afraid of Prime Warrior saint?"
Looking at the astonished Wang Yan, Xiao Mei 'er pursed her lips and smiled. "If you're not afraid even though your cultivation is lower than mine, why should I be afraid?"
"Moreover, the one who took Bai Ruxue as his slave was you, not me. What's there to be afraid of?"
Wang Yan's heart was slightly moved. He smiled faintly and didn't say anything else.
At this moment, Han Qianjue, who had already arrived at the center of the stage, cupped his fists.
"Fellow cultivator with the same number as me, please get on the stage."
As soon as he finished speaking, a silhouette came from afar.
She was wearing a plain white dress and her black hair hung down to her waist. Her clothes were fluttering in the wind.
Her facial features were exquisite and her face was clean. Her eyes were like crystals, pure and clear.
"Wind Thunder Sect, Xue Linglong."
"Sun Sect, Han Qianjue."
The two's conversation was simple and calm but it caused a huge uproar.
"Han Qianjue?
Isn't he the first on the Sun Sect's Hidden Dragon List? "
"Shouldn't be wrong. The Wind Thunder Sect will definitely lose the first battle!"
"Not necessarily. Based on what I know, Xue Linglong is ranked highly in the Wind Thunder Sect's inner sect."
"Even so, it's a pity that she's facing Han Qianjue …"
Xue Linglong's pupils constricted and her pretty face turned solemn.
"So it's Brother Han. I'm afraid it'll be hard for me to win."
Han Qianjue shook his head. "Sister Xue, please make your move."
Smiling bitterly, Xue Linglong nodded. "Brother Han, I will only use one move and it will be my strongest."
"If you can take it, I will admit defeat."
Han Qianjue's narrow eyes flashed with surprise and he nodded coldly.
"Okay."
Then, Xue Linglong raised her palms. Her astral powers appeared and her Qi changed drastically.
It was as if she had turned from a girl next door into a powerful cultivator.
Her plain white dress fluttered even though there was no wind.
Her palms were filled with astral powers and dazzling light shot out of them.
It was as if she was holding a sun in each of her palms that could melt everything.
"Wind Thunder Palms!"
Xue Linglong shouted and slapped with her palms.
Two beams of astral powers shot out from her palms, sliced across the sky and arrived before Han Qianjue in the blink of an eye!
Ripples that were like water appeared in the space they passed, and they overlapped each other and rippled endlessly.
"The Wind Thunder Sect's unique skill, Wind Thunder Palms?"
"That's right. It looks like this is Xue Linglong's strongest attack."
"It's such a pity that such a delicate beauty is defeated in her first battle …"
The astral powers hit him and the powerful energy made Han Qianjue's black hair dance in the wind.
But with his white robe and tall silhouette, he had a different kind of charm.
In the next instant, the two pillars of starlight, which were about a hundred feet thick, suddenly turned green and purple.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew, ghosts wailed, and wolves howled. Thunder rumbled, deafening.
"Freeze!"
Xue Linglong spat out one word. Under everyone's gaze, she put her hands together!
(End of this chapter)