Although there was a grade-one Mortal Saint opportunity.
However, with only three spots, it was destined that these fortuitous encounters would only belong to the strongest few in the sect.
The others were definitely not qualified.
However … soon, everyone in the Martial God Sect sensed that something was amiss.
Since there were only three dragon talismans, why did the Sect Master gather all the disciples?
Logically speaking, for such matters, the Sect Master only needed to choose the person himself.
There was no need for him to announce it to everyone.
Feng Hao also felt that there was something fishy about this. A grade-one Mortal Saint was not attractive to him.
But he didn't mind going to take a look at what this so-called Lost City was.
Was there anything worth studying among the countless treasures?
For example, did the appearance of the Lost City have anything to do with the recovery of China's spiritual energy?
How did the Land of Fog establish a connection with Lin Zhou?
At this moment, the Sect Master of the Martial God Sect signaled for everyone to quiet down and said seriously, "In addition to sending three experts to compete for the grade-one opportunity, the Martial God Sect can also lead a hundred disciples to compete with the geniuses of other sects. What you get will depend on your strength …"
Whoosh!
There was an uproar in the Martial God Sect.
If it was said that the quota of three people made most people despair, then the quota of 100 disciples made most people see hope.
Especially … what opportunities they got would depend on their own strength.
This was simply a convenient way to improve one's cultivation.
Feng Hao did not expect the auspicious sign of the Lost City to make the Martial God Sect go crazy.
"I've already made my decision regarding the three candidates for the first-grade opportunity. The first one is me …"
The Sect Master of the Martial God Sect coughed lightly.
He did not have much lifespan left, but if he grasped the opportunity of a grade-one Mortal Saint, his fate could be completely changed.
Even the Martial God Sect would become one of the top sects in the Southern Region.
Although Fenghao had said that he would extend his life, the uncertainty of the time left him with no choice but to treat Fenghao's words as his last straw of hope.
Now that there was a new opportunity, he had to fight for it no matter what.
No one was surprised that the Martial God Sect reported their names … because everyone knew that the Sect Master needed this opportunity.
Otherwise, the Martial God Sect would be in danger.
"The second is the second-grade Wu Huang's inner sect grand elder, Sky Xuan."
"Third, the second elder of the Inner Sect, Wu Huang, Tian Huan."
The Martial God Sect's Sect Master swept his gaze over the Martial God Sect's disciples and asked in a serious tone, "Any objections?"
"No!"
Everyone, including the inner and outer sect elders, had no complaints.
Everyone knew that a mortal sage meant a lot to a sect, so the candidate had to be the second grade Wu Huang.
Then, it had to be the most powerful Rank-2 in the sect, Wu Huang.
Therefore, the inner sect Great Elder Tian Xuan and Second Elder Tian Huan were undoubtedly the best candidates.
When the Martial God Sect's Sect Master began to mention the names of the one hundred outer circle participants, the entire Martial God Sect fell silent.
This was a festival that belonged to the inner and outer sect disciples.
Whoever was able to obtain this quota would definitely be able to improve by leaps and bounds. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"The Inner and Outer Sect Elders of the Martial God Sect will recommend the candidates, and then … the Inner Sect Elders will decide on the final selection!"
The Martial God Sect's Sect Master announced the method of obtaining the quota and dismissed the meeting at the same time.
In an instant, the disciples of the various Grand Elders all rushed to their respective Masters and Elders, their eyes were all red with envy …
The Elders who saw that the situation was bad ran away quickly, while the Elders who ran too slowly had their robes torn to shreds.
These Martial God Sect disciples were almost going crazy.
…
Among the crowd, only Feng Hao, Yang Jian, the big black dog, and the five members of the Dragon Group from Huaxia were relatively calm …
Powerhouses from other countries had also joined the chaotic battle, crying for a quota.
"Do you want to go?"
Feng Hao looked at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian nodded and said, "Yes …"
Woof!
The big black dog nodded as well.
Instantly, the few people in the Dragon Group felt that Feng Hao was different.
It seemed that Fenghao was still able to get a spot.
However …
Yang Jian and Feng Hao were obviously Huaxia people, so they thought that this was quite good.
Choosing a hundred disciples from ten thousand people.
If Feng Hao and Yang Jian could get two, it would already be very good.
After all, they hadn't been in the Martial God Sect for long.
"Feng Hao, do you have a way to get a quota?"
Long Bufan looked at Feng Hao with a curious expression.
Feng Hao shook his head and said, "I don't have a way. If you want to go, you can ask your Elders for a quota. However, I suggest that you give up."
"Why?"
The other members of the Dragon Group were immediately displeased. What did he mean by that?
Was he saying that they were inferior to Yang Jian?
But in their eyes, Yang Jian was much weaker than them. They weren't on the same level at all.
"You are still too weak. The Martial God Sect's disciples that can go are at least rank four Martial Ancestor Realm … and you are only rank five."
Earlier, the Martial God Sect's Sect Master had said that the hundred quotas would be contested in the outer ring. In other words, there was a certain amount of danger.
When the people from the other sects were all rank four Martial Ancestor Realm, and Long Bufan and the others were only rank five Martial Spirits, it was no different from throwing their lives away.
Feng Hao didn't want to see the members of the Dragon Group die.
After all, the higher-ups of Huaxia had asked him to protect these people and raise their cultivation at the same time.
Long Bufan said softly, "Yang Jian is only rank six or seven …"
"He's different from you …"
After Fenghao said this, he motioned for Yang Jian to follow him.
The members of the Dragon Group looked at Feng Hao and Yang Jian's backs as they left. Long Feifan clenched his fists and said, "Why does the Chief want us to listen to him? He's not Feng Hao …"
"That's right. Just because Yang Jian's name is the same as Erlang Shen, he's the same as us? Then can I change my name to Sun Wukong? "
Long Buer, who was the youngest, said indignantly.
"Let's go, we'll fight for it …"
Long Jiu, who was ranked third, said. They were elites chosen by Huaxia, so they were naturally unwilling to be seen through by Feng Hao.
That was because Feng Hao wasn't an expert. He was only lucky enough to break through the Martial God Sect's Heart Refining Forest.
Because … even the Martial God Sect's Sect Master said that Feng Hao didn't have any cultivation.
So, to the members of the Dragon Group, they felt that Feng Hao was more like an expert in theory.
In addition, he had decent aptitude.
Only then could he pass through the Stairway to Heaven and the Cloud Treading Platform.
The members of the Dragon Group found Elder Xuantian Ce and said seriously, "Elder, we also want to participate in the outer ring of the Lost City."
"You guys?"
Xuantian Ce was stunned. Even those disciples who were clamoring for Xuantian Ce to give them a quota were dumbfounded.
How long had it been since they came to the sect?
And they already had this kind of opportunity in their hands? You must be daydreaming, right …?
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