Chapter 1518
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Looking around, Long Bufan noticed that there were two to three black-robed deacons patrolling in every corner of the square. They seemed to be on guard against something.
Long Bufan was slightly puzzled by this. With a glance, the most valuable thing in this empty square was the bricks on the ground. They were made from rare white rocks and were extremely solid. Even if they weren't maintained and were exposed to the elements every day, they would still be able to endure the passage of a few thousand years without rotting.
Of course, Long Bufan didn't really think that these bricks were precious to the point where so many Black Robed Deacons were guarding them. If they were really precious, they wouldn't have been turned into floor tiles and allowed people to step on them. Instead, they would have hired a group of masters to carve them into a pile of artistic stone sculptures. Their value would definitely multiply a few times.
Seeing Long Bufan's confusion, Bai Weng shifted his gaze to the huge square that could hold tens of thousands of people. He said calmly, "In three months, it will be the Five Pavilions' Seeded Selection. This square will be the selection venue. In order to ensure the fairness of the competition and prevent anyone from tampering with the rules, the Deacon Hall will have deacons patrolling here every day until the competition ends perfectly."
Hearing this, Long Bufan raised his eyebrows slightly and muttered, "The Five Pavilions' Seeded Selection …"
Although Long Bufan was not a battle maniac, it was quite attractive to be able to fight with the geniuses of the top forces in the Firmament and Continent.
After all, blindly cultivating in seclusion did not bring much benefit to the improvement of one's combat skills. Only by continuously fighting with experts with outstanding martial talent, and then continuously finding out one's own shortcomings in battle, and then improving it, would one be able to achieve a higher level of breakthrough in the end.
However, what caused Long Bufan to feel slightly regretful was that this competition was only limited to the disciples of the five great pavilions, the Fire Scale Pavilion, the Golden Lightning Pavilion, the Water Spirit Pavilion, the Wood Wind Pavilion and the Earth Bell Pavilion. Although their Assignment Hall would also participate, they would only act as judges and maintain order.
As for the Punishment Hall, strictly speaking, it was equivalent to a branch of the Deacon Hall. The disciples in the hall were also deacons, so naturally, they were not allowed to participate.
Long Bufan had not come into contact with the Supreme Hall, so he did not know much about it. However, from the name of the hall, Long Bufan guessed that it should be a gathering place for experts who had reached the Earthly Venerable Realm or an Elder Hall.
Bai Weng looked around and then stopped at Long Bufan. He suddenly asked, "Have you heard of the Lost Plane?"
"Lost Plane?" Long Bufan thought for a moment and then slowly shook his head, "No."
After saying this, Long Bufan quietly looked at Bai Weng. He knew that Bai Weng had called him here not just to say some useless things, but most likely for another purpose.
"The Lost Plane is another space that is close to the Firmament and Continent. However, due to a devastating disaster that broke out in ancient times, the space was plunged into misery and suffering, and the world was on the verge of collapse. This space was named the Lost Plane."
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