The competition was held in the large square in front of the main hall of the Cultivation Pavilion. There were people everywhere on the ground, on the trees, on the roofs. Sect Head Feng Xiangtian and the other elders stood on the top floor of the Cultivation Pavilion. They looked around and were secretly shocked. Why did so many disciples come to watch? There had been no lack of similar competitions in the past, but it was definitely not as influential as this one. It actually completely surrounded the surroundings.
What they didn't know was that other than the disciples from the Cultivation Pavilion, almost all the disciples from the other factions who had nothing to do had come. Those who had something to do had already finished what they were doing. All of them wanted to see Yue Qianchou from the Alchemy Pavilion. It wasn't because Yue Qianchou had a lot of influence on them, but because Yue Qianchou's actions were what the other factions wanted to do but didn't dare to do. It was their dream. They were hoping that Yue Qianchou would be able to break the undefeated legend of the Cultivation Pavilion on Supporting Immortal Island and help them, who were inferior to him, vent their anger. That was all.
Many disciples from the other factions who hadn't reached Foundation Establishment sighed. They were depressed that they couldn't come out and watch the competition.
Around the square, the disciples from the other factions stood together with the people from the Cultivation Pavilion. The Alchemy Pavilion had already become the focus of the audience. Even before it appeared, its limelight had already overshadowed the Pavilion of Cultivation. Who knew how many people were pointing and whispering. The Pavilion of Cultivation, on the other hand, had become a foil. This made the disciples of the Pavilion of Cultivation very unhappy.
This time, the Alchemy Pavilion came out in full force. Other than a few disciples who hadn't reached Foundation Establishment, everyone else came to support Yue Qianchou. Even Guan Weiwu stood on the platform of the Cultivation Pavilion.
A few elders walked out of the Cultivation Pavilion's main hall, led by Dongfang Changao. Behind them, a few disciples carried out a few large boxes and lined them up in front of the Cultivation Pavilion's main hall. The elders each walked in front of a large box. Dongfang Chang 'ao's voice echoed throughout the square. "There are a total of 987 disciples participating in the Core Formation competition. For fairness, we have decided to draw lots. There are two sets of wooden lots numbered from 1 to 493 in these four boxes. Those who draw the same number will compete against each other. Because there is only one person, there is a white lot in each box. The disciple who draws the white lot will advance to the second round of the competition. Now, all participating disciples, come and draw lots. "
Yang Qian turned around to look at Yue Qian, who was beside him, and said with a bitter smile, "The 987th place will be decided by drawing lots. You'll have to win at least seven matches in a row to get into the top ten. You'd better be prepared."
Yue Qianchou smiled indifferently and walked towards the lottery box in the main hall. The moment he walked out, he attracted the attention of tens of thousands of disciples. Almost everyone's head turned towards the direction of the Alchemy Pavilion. Feng Xiangtian and the others, who were standing on top of the Cultivation Pavilion, could clearly see the changes in their surroundings. The white faces on both sides of their heads turned to the back of their heads. It was a spectacular sight.
Many elders laughed. Elder Mo of the Alchemy Pavilion said eccentrically, "Old Guan, this disciple of yours is interesting!"
Guan Weiwu turned his head and stared at him. "What? You're not convinced? If you have the ability, your Alchemy Pavilion can also pull out a disciple like this. "
Elder Mo chuckled. "I know myself. Since I know it will be embarrassing to pull him out, it's better if I don't pull him out."
"The two of you are bickering. Can't you see that there are tens of thousands of disciples below?" Sect Master Feng Xiangtian snorted coldly without turning his head back. The two principal elders immediately stared at each other without saying a word.
Actually, Yue Qianchou still wanted to keep a low profile. However, all the other disciples had come out from the Cultivation Pavilion. He was the only one who walked out from the Alchemy Pavilion. It was impossible for him not to attract attention! Yue Qianchou looked around. There were bright eyes staring at him everywhere. It was as if he had become a rare animal in the zoo.
Damn it! Look, look! I won't collect money. Yue Qianchou muttered to himself as he slowly walked over. There were nearly a thousand people waiting to draw lots anyway. There was no hurry. Needless to say, his calm and unhurried demeanor made many people admire him.
There were many people, so the people who had drawn lots consciously stood on both sides. Seeing that the lots were almost drawn, Yue Qianchou found a box with fewer people and stood in line. He slowly approached the box. When it was his turn, he realized that the elder who was holding the box with one hand had used his Divine Sense to protect the box. Obviously, he was afraid that someone would insert their Divine Sense into the box to cheat.
Yue Qianchou didn't think about cheating. To him, it was the same no matter who he fought. He reached into the box and found that it was almost empty. His fingers touched one and he grabbed it. After taking it out, he didn't look at it and stood to the side obediently. However, he found that the surrounding disciples were looking at him as if they were demons looking at Tang Seng's flesh.
Not long after, the lots were drawn. Dongfang Chang 'ao glanced at the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Those who have drawn the white lot, hand over your white lot and wait for the next round of drawing lots." Everyone looked at the lot in their hands and then looked at each other. Yue Qianchou didn't know the people around him, so he stood there obediently. He didn't believe that his luck was so good that he could draw the white lot from nearly a thousand people.
After a while, no one stood out among the disciples. Everyone looked at each other and didn't understand what was going on. Feng Xiangtian's face instantly darkened. He stared at Dongfang Chang 'ao and shouted, "Chang' ao, what's going on?"
Dongfang Chang 'ao bowed to the people upstairs, then turned around and said sternly, "Look at the lots in your hands again. Look carefully."
Yue Qianchou suddenly felt a little bad. Was his luck really so good? How did he get a free lot just like that? He opened the lot in his hand and looked at it from the front to the back. Suddenly, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. Both sides of this thin piece of wood were smooth. It was difficult to find even the slightest flaw, let alone find the words. It was a good thing to draw the white lot, but it was a little hot in his hand. Wasn't it asking for his life? The joke was a little too much.
"Did everyone look at the lot in your hand clearly? The disciples who drew the white lot, stand out. " Dongfang Chang 'ao was very depressed. Such a small thing actually caused the sect leader to scold him in front of everyone.
"Elder Dongfang, is the lot without words called the white lot?" Someone in the crowd raised a hand and asked weakly.
Dongfang Chang 'ao said snappily, "Yes."
Yue Qianchou quickly flashed out of the crowd and ran to Dongfang Chang 'ao with a white lot in his hand. He handed it over with both hands and said in fear and trepidation, "This disciple really didn't know that the lot without words was a white lot. Elder, please punish me!"
"Hum …" Everyone almost fainted. The surroundings suddenly became lively and there was endless laughter. Dongfang Chang 'ao's face was so gloomy that water could be wrung out. Feng Xiangtian, who was upstairs, saw that the disciple was actually Yue Qianchou. His mouth opened but he didn't say anything. Guan Weiwu and Ferdinand were dumbfounded. Elder Mo of the Equipment Refining Pavilion lowered his head and hit his head on the railing. He laughed so hard that he couldn't stand straight. After a while, he gasped and said, "Old Guan, this disciple of yours is too good at torturing people. When has Dongfang Chang 'ao been played like this before! Being in the limelight like this will kill people, haha … "
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