"Quiet, I will now announce the rules of this competition."
Zhou Ao's booming voice rang out once more, causing the noisy square to quieten down. But there were still many voices.
Seeing this, Wang Yan, who was hidden in the crowd, raised his eyebrows.
In an instant, Zhou Ao, who was in charge of the outer sect, had an ugly expression on his face.
"Noisy!"
A cold and dignified voice rang out, followed by a terrifying pressure, as if the sky was pressing down.
All the disciples in the square immediately fell silent, their heads drooping, not daring to raise their heads.
"In a moment, the Sect Master and the other Elders will personally arrive. If any of you dare to make a sound, immediately take off your sect robes and get out of the sect!"
In an instant, all the disciples kept their mouths shut, their faces filled with lingering fear.
From Wang Yan's angle, he could see the side of You Qianren's face.
He saw that the kid's expression did not change as he lowered his head, exchanging star coins and betting vouchers with a disciple next to him.
"For the sake of fairness, this competition will be divided into three levels. Those below the fourth level of Star Guide will be on the third arena, while those at the fifth to seventh level will be on the second arena."
"As for those at the eighth to tenth level, they will be on the first arena. Right now, I have lots for each of these three levels."
"All disciples, line up according to what I said earlier. After drawing lots, stand around the arena that matches your level!"
The thunderous voice clearly spread to every disciple's ears. Wang Yan nodded inwardly.
Zhou Ao's method was indeed brilliant, avoiding the possibility of a battle between a higher level and a lower level.
Otherwise, if a fifth level Star Guide and a tenth level Star Guide met, would there even be a need for a competition?
They would just admit defeat.
Because the gap was too great, there was no way to compare.
Zhou Ao waved his hand, and three black dots flew out from his sleeves, constantly growing in size as they flew.
At first, they were the size of a millstone, but in the blink of an eye, they had become the size of a house.
"Bang!"
With three loud sounds, the three black dots that flew out from Zhou Ao's sleeves landed steadily on the ground, becoming a normal-sized arena.
"Sumeru mustard seed?"
Wang Yan saw through it with a single glance, and his eyes were filled with envy.
The Sumeru Mustard Seed was similar to a storage ring, but it was not as practical as a storage ring. However, it could be enlarged or shrunk, which was enough to make people fondle it.
As his thoughts raced, Wang Yan could not help but think of Qing Tian, who was lying in his storage ring.
Even though it was a damaged Quasi Divine Artifact, it possessed the characteristic of changing its size at will, and it was similar to a mustard seed.
"Let's start drawing numbers!"
As Zhou Ao's voice resounded through the sky, all the disciples lined up and began to draw lots.
This went on for about two hours before it ended. At this time, all the disciples had a number in their hands.
“26？”
Looking at the number in his hand, Wang Yan was slightly stunned.
Sun Sect had a total of eighteen thousand outer sect disciples. How did he get such a high number?
But very quickly, Wang Yan understood that he had drawn the lot for the eighth to tenth stage of the Star Guide Realm.
There were probably not many people in this realm, which was why his number was so high.
"Later, when the competition begins, disciples with the same number will face each other in the arena. If anyone changes their number without permission, once discovered, they will be expelled from the sect!"
After announcing the final rules, Zhou Ao crossed his arms and waited silently for the Sect Leader to arrive.
The terrifying pressure he deliberately emitted still shrouded the square, causing it to be so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
Time passed quickly, and the scorching sun gradually rose into the sky.
Not long after, a terrifying pressure suddenly came from the void.
Almost in an instant, all the disciples raised their heads to look at the sky.
At the peak of the Sun Sect's Middle Peak, which was always hidden in the clouds all year round, the clouds suddenly tore open.
Like a shining sharp knife, it quickly slashed across the gray curtain.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the clouds closed up again, as if the scene just now was just an illusion.
The next second, the air twisted, and the gray curtain formed by the clouds tore open again.
As usual, the clouds tore open a total of eight times, from different directions.
In an instant, this part of the world seemed to be suppressed by an invisible giant hand.
The air was so heavy that it felt like a thousand-kilogram boulder was pressing on their chests, making it hard for them to breathe.
Eight silhouettes exuded a terrifying pressure as they gracefully descended from the sky.
The figures were like rainbows, and the strong wind was blowing.
"Welcome, Sect Leader and all the Elders!"
Zhou Ao immediately waved his robe and bowed.
In an instant, 18,000 outer court disciples bowed and shouted in unison.
"Disciples welcome, Sect Leader, all the Elders!"
Their voices shook the sky like angry thunder, echoing through the mountains for a long time. It also sounded like 10,000 drums beating at the same time, resounding through the sky!
Suddenly, a long roar sounded. It was sonorous and deafening, with a momentum that could overwhelm the crowd.
"Eighth Elder, you don't have to be so polite."
A gentle and indifferent voice sounded. Although it was not as loud as the earth-shaking cheers just now, it was clearly heard by every disciple.
In an instant, Wang Yan's Divine Soul trembled, and an extremely comfortable feeling filled his heart, making him feel like he was in the clouds.
At this moment, eight rainbows landed steadily on the ground and revealed themselves.
The person standing at the very front instantly attracted everyone's attention. His face was fair and clean, and his facial features were regular. He was about 40 years old.
Especially that pair of deep and wise eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.
The light that flowed out inadvertently was like a shocking divine sword. With just a gaze, it could pierce through the sky and suppress everything.
Although the ordinary green robe he wore was simple, it was like a pine tree standing in the wind, containing infinite vitality.
An aura like the sea and abyss exuded from his body, as if with a light tap of a finger, everything in the world would explode.
This person was the current Sect Leader of the Sun Sect, Nie Feichen!
As for his cultivation level, no one knew. However, to be able to make the Sun Sect one of the nine sects for a hundred years, it was easy to imagine how terrifying his cultivation level was.
The seven people standing in a row behind Nie Feichen were the seven Grand Elders of the Sun Sect.
Their auras were like rainbows, intertwining and rising. Even the dazzling sunlight paled in comparison.
One of the elders was especially dazzling, because the aura he exuded was actually on par with Nie Feichen's, causing others to feel reverence.
This person was the Head Grand Elder of the Sun Sect's Hall of Elders, Ji Tianran. His exact cultivation level was unknown.
However, this person was able to suppress Cold-Blooded Tie, who had a terrifying cultivation level, and become the Head Grand Elder, so his cultivation level could be imagined.
As for the others, their auras were not on par with Ji Tianran's, much less Nie Feichen's.
There were even a few people who exuded auras that were on par with Zhou Ao's, but slightly stronger.
'Those few are probably the Elders who are ranked at the bottom.'
Wang Yan thought to himself. At the same time, he was shocked by the deep foundation of the Sun Sect.
Just their battle prowess on the surface was already so terrifying. As expected of the sect that was ranked second among the nine sects.
According to Wang Yan's conjecture, the Sun Sect definitely still had a deep foundation that no one knew about.
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