Chapter 48 Draw Results

Huangfu Yuran frowned gently and said a little confusedly, "Zhao Xin? I don't know."

The thin boy who originally said that I was Zhao Xin also straightened up his small chest. Hearing Huangfu Yuran's words, he suddenly softened like a discouraged ball. He sighed and said, "I am Zhao Xin, the one who saves the world, but I don't have that ability now. When I grow up, I can save the world."

Huangfu Yuran was ashamed for a moment. After saying so much, he just knew that his name was Zhao Xin. He didn't understand anything else!

Zhao Xin looked at Huangfu Yuran's confused expression and said, "Uh... It's a little far away. Let me introduce it. My name is Zhao Xin, under the elder's door, first to build the foundation in the later stage. His name is Li Qing, and he is the same elder as me. His cultivation is also in the later stage of foundation construction, but it is higher than mine. With that, he pointed to the stronger boy sitting on the side.

Huangfu Yuran bowed and said, "Two brothers, they will rely on the two brothers to take care of each other in the future."

Zhao Xin and Li Qing saw that Huangfu Yuran was so polite and liked it very much, and both returned a gift. Zhao Xin picked up the long gun at hand and stroked it and said, "This is my weapon. It's called a thunder dragon gun. It's as fast as a dragon, like thunder. A little cold light appeared first, and then the gun came out like a dragon!" With that, he waved the long gun in his hand.

Huangfu Yuran sat down and clapped his hands and said, "Well said!" After saying that, he poked his head and asked Li Qing, who was sitting aside, "Brother Li Qing, your weapon..."

Li Qing squeezed her lips and shook her head and said, "I don't use weapons. My flesh palms are comparable to spiritual weapons!" With that, he also shook his hands in front of Huangfu Yuran.

Huangfu Yuran smiled, reached out and touched Li Qing's palm, but said nothing. Seeing that Huangfu Yuran did not take the initiative to introduce himself, Zhao Xin asked, "I don't know which elder brother you and sister are from?"

Huangfu Yuran turned his head to look at Linger sitting beside him, looked at Zhao Xin, and said, "My sister and I are together, but I don't know which elder I should be."

Huh? Don't you know which elder you are? Then who is your master? Li Qing asked Zhao Xin first, and Zhao Xin also nodded wildly.

Huangfu Yuran looked up at Qinglingzi and said, "Well, that's my master, Qinglingzi."

"Light spirit... Master? You...you..." Zhao Xin began to stam when he heard Huangfu Yuran say that his master was a light spirit son.

Huangfu Yuran nodded and said, "Brother guessed right. I am Huangfu Yuran. I just joined the sect six months ago. This is my sister Linger."

Originally, Zhao Xin, who was guessing that the child might be Huangfu Yuran, still broke out in a cold sweat when he heard Huang Fu Yuran admit it himself. Now the most well-known boy in the sect may be this boy. To offend this boy is equivalent to offending the leader. Fortunately, he just spoke kindly. Thinking of this, he grinned and said, "It turned out to be Huangfu's younger brother. I was rude. Please forgive me... forgive me."

Seeing that he said his name, Zhao Xin's attitude changed obviously, as if he was afraid of himself. He frowned and said, "Brother Zhao's words don't understand. Is there any rudeness between friends? Or does Brother Zhao also treat Yu Ran as a child and don't want to make me a friend?

Zhao Xin waved his hand and said, "No, why don't I want to make you as a friend... Look, it's about to start."

Huangfu Yuran immediately turned his head reflexively and looked at the ring. Now he saw a middle-aged man standing on the ring. The middle-aged man raised his hands and pressed down, and the original noisy sound disappeared in an instant.

The middle-aged man seemed to be very satisfied with the effect. He stroked his beard and opened his mouth to spread his voice with Zhenqi: "My Xiaoyao School is the largest school in the world of cultivation, and the disciples are everywhere. The disciples in the door are all dragons and phoenixes among human beings, geniuses in the world. Every year, there are some new disciples who join the sect. In order to encourage the cultivation of new disciples, the sect holds a rookie qualifying competition every year. The disciples who participate in the competition will receive rewards from the sect no matter whether they win or lose. The disciples who won the final victory can also be rewarded by the head of the family. Today is the day of the rookie qualifying competition.

After saying this, the middle-aged man looked around and saw that his eyes were shining and looking forward to it. He nodded and continued, "In previous years, 30 disciples participated in the competition, but this year there were 33 people. Therefore, the elders discussed and decided to use the method of drawing lots, from the battle drawn to No. 1 to No. 33, No. 2 against No. 32, No. 3 against No. 31... In this way, in this way, those drawn to No. 17 will directly enter the next round without participating in the battle. The next round is still a one-on-one draw, and the one who draws No. 9 will go directly to the third round. The third round of drawing lots on the 5th can directly enter the finals. I don't know who has such good luck to enter the finals directly? In the final, each of the five players will compete once and score according to the victory, and the one with the most points is the final winner. Next, the disciples who participated in the competition came to draw lots for me, and then went there to register. After saying that, the middle-aged man had an extra sign in his hand and pointed to the other side.

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Zhao Xin, who was sitting with Huangfu Yuran, stood up, pulled Huangfu Yuran and said, "Let's go and draw lots. If you go late, it will be gone."

Huangfu Yuran gave Zhao Xin a white look and said lightly, "What are you grabbing? Thirty-three signatures, is it the same to draw early and late?

Zhao Xin is so impatient that he can't wait. He said anxiously, "If you go early, you can draw a better number. If you don't go, we will go first." After saying that, he pulled Li Qing and ran to the ring.

Huangfu Yuran took a look at Linger and saw that Linger's eyes were also faintly anxious. He jumped off the chair and said, "Let's go. Let's go there, Sister Linger."

He slowly walked up to the ring behind the crowd, and when the two arrived, everyone finished and registered. Huangfu Yuran walked behind Linger, causing the middle-aged man not to see Huangfu Yuran.

Seeing Linger coming over and handing the stick in her hand, Linger pulled out one of the remaining two bamboo sticks and smiled slightly. The middle-aged man said to himself curiously, "Huh? Why is there still one left? Is there anything else that hasn't come?"

"That one is mine, thank you." A lazy voice came from behind the girl, and Huangfu Yuran stretched out and turned around.

The middle-aged man stared at the little one in front of him for a long time and said in disbelief, "Little baby, don't make trouble. If you don't have any cultivation, how can you participate in the competition!" Go and play."

Huangfu Yuran was stunned by the middle-aged man. He closed his eyes and looked inside. Dantian was indeed empty. Thinking of the way * Zhenqi was all scattered in the acupuncture points of his whole body. He smiled helplessly and gathered the true qi in the acupuncture points and gathered in Dantian and said, "How come? Please take a closer look to see if I can participate."

The middle-aged man looked at it carefully again. At this glance, he really looked confused. Dantian, who was empty just now, was full of true anger. This is obviously the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation construction, but when I saw it just now, it was obviously not true at all! With a puzzled face, he took out the last bamboo stick and handed it to Huangfu Yuran with a little hesitation.

Huangfu Yuran took the bamboo stick and said thank you. He turned around and walked to the registration place. He didn't even look at the bamboo stick in his hand, as if he didn't care what number he was. Linger bowed slightly to the middle-aged man, with an apologetic smile on her face, and turned around to follow Huangfuyu.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time and still couldn't figure out what was going on. He shook his head and said that he might have read it wrong.

This time, Huangfu Yuran still slowed down others. By the time he got to the place of registration, there was basically no one. He walked to the table, put the bamboo stick on the table and said, "Huangfu Yuran."

The disciple in charge of registration also seems to have been used to the arrogance of these so-called genius disciples. With a smile, he lowered his head and picked up the bamboo stick and took a look. He registered the number and Huangfu Yuran's name on the book and said with a smile, "Huangfu Yuran has been registered... Er? Are you Huangfu Yuran? The disciple of the head?"

Huangfu Yuran nodded and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing... huh? You are so lucky that you won the 17th. The little disciple in charge of registration shook his head and said, looked down again before he noticed that the bamboo stick drawn by Huangfu Yuran was actually the 17th that could directly enter the second round.

Ah? Oh!" Huangfu Yuran was also surprised to hear that he had drawn No. 17th, and then he looked indifferent. He took a step back behind his hands and gave up the place to Linger.

Linger came over and handed the bamboo stick in her hand to the registered disciple and said with a smile, "Linger, No. 18."

The registered disciple was also very comfortable when he saw that Linger was like this. He took the bamboo stick and wrote the words No. 18 Linger on the notebook, and then raised his head and said, "You are also lucky. 18 is the last game, but it is still not as good as his 17." He pointed to Huangfu Yuran, who stood aside with an indifferent face.

Linger squeezed her lips and smiled and said, "There is no difference in the first few games. Besides, one No. 17 is enough, isn't it?" After saying that, he turned around and reached for Huangfu Yuran's little hand and walked back to the area of the participating disciples.

Huangfu Yuran was led back with a smile on his face. In fact, he was also satisfied with the result of the draw just now. On the 17th, that is to say, he could directly enter the second round without having to fight with others. In this case, I will be very happy and leisurely. At that time, I just need to cheer up Sister Linger. Thinking about this, his unconscious face is full of smiles. It seems that good luck always depends on his side.