C577 A Game That You Don't like
C577 A Game That You Don't like
The match had not yet begun, and it was not convenient for the two of them to move about.
However, Lin Miaoran's actions now could definitely be considered to be bold.
This was because although the Six Major Sects present were normally amiable, they were now enemies with each other.
If Lin Miaoran's identity was a little more ordinary, her actions right now would probably be scolded by the deacon within the sect.
But now, the deacon only glanced at her, not saying anything.
The deacon had the same attitude toward Lin Miaoran, but the way he treated Chu Yan was different. Even though they were separated by a distance, Chu Yan could feel the dissatisfaction in the eyes of the Profound Moon Sect's deacon.
Furthermore, it was not only the deacons, the rest of the disciples from Shattered Star Pavilion who were participating in the competition all looked at Chu Yan with hostile expressions.
But Chu Yan didn't care, he waved goodbye to Lin Miaoran as if there was no one around, then followed Li Xiu and sat down.
The unhappiness in the eyes of the people from the Mystic Moon Sect became even more intense.
To the entire General Election of the Orthodoxy, this was just a small interlude, but there were people who saw it.
At a high place, an elder of the Profound Moon Sect and also Master Lin Miaoran, couldn't help but shake her head while smiling: "This child … really makes one think of one's own youth."
These words were obviously used to defend Lin Miaoran.
With Lv Lei's attitude here, who would dare to say anything to Lin Miaoran in the Profound Moon Sect.
After saying this, Lv Lei's gaze fell upon Chu Yan who was in the distance.
Her eyes lit up, and after a moment, she revealed a meaningful look.
On the other hand, on the Shattered Star Pavilion's side, Lian Yongzhi could not help but burst out laughing.
As the leader of the battle division, Lian Yongzhi was happy to see and hear about this matter, and's attitude of disregarding the Profound Moon Sect Disciple was even more pleasing to him.
Cultivators sought a clear conscience, if they were to always pay attention to the attitude of others, hands and feet tied, locking themselves in place, how could they improve? When the time came to make a name for themselves, they would spread out, thus Chu Yan's actions just now, had unknowingly matched Lian Yongzhi's style.
Incorruptible Elder looked at Chu Yan with undisguised praise.
General Election of the Orthodoxy had already held dozens of competitions. Although there would be changes in the way they fought, there would be no changes in the overall process, so the various sects were all very familiar with the process.
The first round of the competition was split into three rounds. The first round was between Shattered Star Pavilion and Blue Feather Sect.
On the side of the Blue Feather Sect, everyone was staring at Chu Yan and the rest.
Emperor Shen was one of them. However, his gaze was focused on Shen Qing, it was as though the others did not exist.
When the announcement of the first competition was made, waves of discussions could be heard from the surroundings.
"Blue Feather Sect's luck is quite good this time. He drew the weakest Shattered Star Pavilion."
"That's right, we can prepare for the second round like this."
"The first round's consumption was small. This way, we'll have an advantage in the second round."
"Shattered Star Pavilion is really miserable. In the last eight rounds, they probably haven't even broken through the first round."
"Sigh, there's no other way. Shattered Star Pavilion specializes in formation techniques and inscription patterns, which can only assist in battle. In a direct battle, Shattered Star Pavilion really doesn't have any advantages."
"Shattered Star Pavilion really doesn't want to accept anymore. Look, out of the nine disciples, five of them are at the Second Level of Pulse Condensation Stage Initial Stage."
"If you can't even compare to the Blue Feather Sect in terms of cultivation, how can you still fight in this match?"
"If Shattered Star Pavilion continues like this, then I won't be overtaken by the Nine Saint Sect."
"Half of them are in the lower realms, the Shattered Star Pavilion is truly … "Sigh, they have fallen."
...
Almost all of the discussions fell onto the ground as they looked at Blue Feather Sect's complete victory.
"What are these people talking about?" Su Jianyuan curled his lips in dissatisfaction.
These discussions still had an effect on his mood.
Li Xiu said indifferently: "There is no other way. The matter of the Shattered Star Pavilion not being proficient in battle, is too ingrained in the hearts of the people."
"Even so, I will not easily allow Blue Feather Sect to win." Jiang Chengxin coldly snorted.
As outer sect disciples who were older than Chu Yan and the others, Jiang Chengxin and the others had to endure more of the outside world's discussions.
Even though Chu Yan did not speak at this moment, a glint of light that was as silver as the Milky Way descended from the depths of his narrowed eyes.
"I want to change the impression that the Shattered Star Pavilion does not excel in fighting —"
Chu Yan's ears rang with the words that he had said at the Hundred School Entrance Ceremony, in front of so many sect deacons.
A moment later, the corners of his lips curled upwards as he muttered to himself, "I've been waiting for this opportunity for a very, very long time."
The two sides had already decided on the first round of battles. Now it was time to draw lots.
The rules of this ring were simple. The nine disciples of each of the two sects would draw lots.
The number of the lot went from one to nine, and then the two people with the same number would fight in the arena. Only when one side was knocked out of the arena or had admitted defeat did the match end.
Of the nine contestants, the last five contestants would enter the next round, while the other five would be eliminated.
In such a competition, strength and luck were equally important.
According to the rules of the first selection, three of the nine disciples were at the initial stage of Second Level of Pulse Condensation Stage, three at the second stage, and three at the peak of the second stage.
Now, if he were to draw lots, it would represent the possibility of battles between different realms.
In this way, if one was lucky, the weaker party might have the opportunity to make a comeback.
But even so, no one thought that the Shattered Star Pavilion's small boat would be able to overturn the Blue Feather Sect's huge ship.
After all, if it was a competition of inscriptions and formations, it was publicly accepted that Shattered Star Pavilion would be first on the scene. However, General Election of the Orthodoxy was a competition of the fighting strength of the various sects.
"Let's go and draw lots." Fan Cheng called out to everyone.
The discussions continued, and there were even some that started to attack Chu Yan and the others who were at the lowest realm, and in that moment, Fan Cheng's face became ugly.
"Soon, they will know what it's like to be beaten until their faces become swollen." Just then, Fan Cheng heard Chu Yan's words.
Turning his head, he saw Chu Yan looking at him with a smile that was not a smile, Fan Cheng suddenly had a heroic spirit in his heart.
Not only Fan Cheng, the others also nodded their heads.
During the drawing of lots, Jiang Chengxin, Shen Ruihang and Fan Cheng, who had the highest realms, drew first. They drew three, six and seven respectively.
Second Level of Pulse Condensation Stage's Xu Shi drew number 2.
She knew that her cultivation base was not the highest among the nine of them, and the reason why she had been able to qualify was not because she was strong, but because she was lucky and was good at escaping.
Therefore, Xu Shi was even more nervous than she appeared.