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This person is the "eldest elder" of the Lin family who ranks third among the five major families. He seems to be somewhat at odds with the supreme elder of the Ye family.
"Hehe, if Fellow Daoist Lin wants to compete with me so much, the little girl will naturally accompany you." When the girl in feathers from the Ye family heard this, she covered her mouth and replied with a chuckle. ,
The young man with loose hair snorted and said nothing.
Fairy Xiaofeng, who represents the Gu family, and the two fused men from the Feng family naturally have no objections.
When the ancestor of the Long family saw this, he immediately nodded and clapped his hands lightly.
Immediately after the applause, another golden-armored guard walked up to the Wanling Platform holding a tray in both hands.
There is a light yellow bamboo tube on the tray. There are five bright red and blood-like slender bamboo sticks, most of which are inserted into the tube.
The entire bamboo tube is covered by a layer of spiritual light, and even spiritual thoughts cannot penetrate the tube wall.
"Fellow Taoists who are competing in a moment, let's draw lots first! It's still the same old rules. The competition between us is just a competition between the combined monks. Those juniors don't have to go on stage to show their shame. Number one and three will compete, and number two and four will compete. We will have a bye on the fifth day, and we will participate in the draw for the winner group." The ancestor of the Long family said calmly.
"It seems that Brother Long won't smoke first, so I'll choose one first." The man in fine clothes from the Feng family chuckled. Before he came on stage, he went directly outside Wanling Terrace and grabbed the bamboo tube from a distance. The blood tag flew out directly, and in a flash, it was in this person's hand.
"No. 3!" The man in fine clothes only glanced at the thing in his hand and said it calmly.
Seeing this, the girl in feathers from the Ye family pursed her lips and smiled softly, and raised her arms to move farther away from the bamboo tube.
With a "Puff" sound, a silver thread shot out from the fingertips, and in a flash, it spanned dozens of feet and reached the bamboo tube.
With a "swish", another blood stick was slightly touched by one end of the silver wire, and then shot out, turning into a bloody glow and reaching the girl's hand.
"No. 5"
After the beautiful eyes of the girl in feathers wandered over the blood sign for a while, she said with a half-smiling expression.
This supreme elder of the Ye family actually drew a bye number right away.
"Senior Han, do you need me to do something for you?" Fairy Xiaofeng, who was sitting next to Han Li, asked Han Li respectfully.
"Then it's troublesome for the fairy." Han Li looked indifferent.
Fairy Xiaofeng nodded, and immediately shook her sleeves, and a white streak shot out from her sleeves. It also wrapped around a blood stick, and took it back to her hand in a roll.
"No. 4"
Fairy Xiaofeng took a look and whispered the unknown number to Han Li.
Han Li nodded without saying anything.
At this time, the man with loose hair from the Lin family grabbed one of the last two blood lottery tickets on the stage and coldly called out the number "1".
As soon as this result came out, the faces of all the monks in the Gu family changed drastically.
In this way, the last remaining blood draw that has not yet been drawn could be the number two that the Gu family should fight against.
The ancestor of the Long family glanced at the only blood stick left in the bamboo tube. After grabbing it in his hand, he looked at Han Li meaningfully and announced to the others:
"The drawing of lots is over, and the competition begins. The specific competition and the method of victory and defeat can be decided by both parties. Now please invite fellow Taoists from the Lin family and Feng family to start the first competition."
"There is no need to compete. We two brothers believe that we cannot break Brother Lin's Wood Mirage. Our Feng family voluntarily admits defeat." The man in the Feng family's gorgeous clothes said without hesitation.
When the man with loose hair heard this, his eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't show any surprise.
"Well, that's the case. The Feng family is placed in the loser group and will compete with another loser family. The winner will be eligible to challenge any of the other three families. If you give up, you will directly win The fourth and fifth rankings. Next, is the discussion between our Long family and the Gu family. Is it the Gu family that is Daoist friend Han? Our Long family belongs to the old man and Elder Hui. Only by defeating me two in succession can we be considered superior. Pass our Ye family!: The ancestor of the Long family announced calmly, and stared at Han Li with a flash of his eyes.
"Senior Han, our Gu family should give up." Upon hearing this, Fairy Xiaofeng's expression tightened and she said to Han Li without hesitation.
This woman knows very well that even if the Supreme Elder of their Gu family is here in person, there is absolutely no chance of defeating the Gu family.After taking a quick look at the mask, he sneered. He shook his fat sleeves, and a clear sound came out. Two black lights flew out from it, and they turned out to be two black hooks as black as ink.
It is no more than three feet long and is dark and gloomy, but there are faint silver flowers rolling on the surface, which looks very mysterious.
However, these two strange Wu Hooks did not attack Han Li directly. Instead, they turned into two frightening rainbows amidst the sound, circling up and down around the black-robed man, as if they were seeking no merit before seeking merit.
This made Han Li on the opposite side frown, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.
But the next moment, there was another flash of inspiration in the sleeves of the black-robed man, and another pair of white lights shot out. This time, it was a pair of white daggers about a foot long, shining with cold light and carrying a strangely cold aura.
The sound of Qing Ming continued, and the black-robed man's sleeves kept swinging, and a pair of silver flying knives shot out
Han Li saw pairs of strange magic weapons flying out of each other's bodies in an endless stream, and the corners of his eyes could not help but twitch suddenly. (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and support genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com