Chapter 137 Selection War 1

Deacon selection is a major event in Anlaifang City. Every ten years, not only a large number of people participate in the mass training, but also because the selection method is a group melee, and the winner is elected, even the monks who do not participate in the selection will also come to watch. After all, you can see so many monks close and safely. There are not many opportunities for these scattered cultivations.

So on the day of selection, the whole Anlaifang city can be said to be empty!

Early, when Xu Chong was still thinking about something, there was a unique loud voice outside the door: "Brother Yan, it's getting late. We have to go quickly, or we won't be allowed to enter the venue if we delay!" Then, there began to bang on the door again.

Xu Chong had no choice but to stop thinking about things. He got up and opened the door and saw Wan Liangjin and Song Qinger standing outside the door, but they disappeared the two female companions of Shi brothers and Song Qinger, and Song Qinger's face did not look very good.

"Why didn't the two brothers Shi come? Have you gone there first?"

Wan Liangjin said helplessly, "Shi An Shiquan changed their mind and did not participate in this selection. They have left here this morning and returned to the cave. They wanted to say goodbye to your brother last night, but they were worried that it was too late to delay your rest, so they didn't come. Let me tell you. Forget it, not to mention them, these two kids now have a double monk couple, how can they join in this fun? Let's go quickly."

Xu Chong naturally didn't know the reason. After listening to it, he nodded and said, "So it is." But he secretly said, "The Shi brothers gave up the opportunity once every ten years for the sake of the two monks. It seems that they are not strong-hearted and can't do things." He doesn't care about this, just think about it.

The three rushed to the selection site. After arriving, they saw that two huge fields had been circled next to the pavilion. Seven stone pillars were erected around each of the two fields, and there was a large spiritual stone on each pillar, which was a prohibition of the array laid by the seven stars of the Big Dipper to prevent the overflow of mana when fighting. Destruction.

At this time, a lot of people have gathered here, and people are coming from everywhere one after another. Nearly 100 monks in blue and black unified Taoist uniforms maintained order in the scene, but they were nothing compared with many monks. Although they shouted from time to time, they were soon submerged in the crowd.

At this time, two people came out of the pavilion. One was wearing a green Taoist suit, a black face and a thick beard. The other was red, but they were an enchanting nun. Both of them had the cultivation of the Ningdan period. After the two came out to see the chaotic scene, the big beard of the national character face looked darker, and the nun also frowned.

"Brother Zhuge, I was lucky enough to see the trial conferences of Wanxian Sect and Wuxing Sect. Although the number of people is less than here, there are as many as 1,000 people, but the whole venue is orderly and not noisy at all. Compared with our scattered practice, it is too scattered. No wonder those sects always look down on us."

The bearded Zhuge shook his head and sighed, "There is nothing we can do. Although Anlaifang City condenses scattered cultivation, it is not a sect after all. The organization is not strict, and there are no rules of those sects, so the gap is naturally very big."

The nun's expression was a little anxious: "If this situation can't be changed as soon as possible, we will suffer losses when the immortal world war comes together! I heard that in the past several wars, we have the largest number of scattered practitioners, but we are also the weakest party! My little sister thinks that we should still suggest to the Presbyterian Association to formulate a strict and detailed system, just like those sects, so that she can cope with the upcoming war!"

Brother Zhuge said, "Although what Sister Xiangxiang said makes sense, it's not easy to do this! That's equivalent to turning our Anlaifang City into a real sect. How can those who are already used to it agree? What's more, once we set up a new sect, I'm afraid that other sects will never stand by, especially the two closest sects to us, Wanxian Sect and Wuxing Sect. They will never watch us become stronger. We scattered practitioners are still bullied in the world of immortals..."

Xiangxiang turned her head and looked at Brother Zhuge attentively and looked at Brother Zhuge inexplicably. Just as she was about to open her mouth, Xiangxiang said, "Brother Zhuge, you are too pessimistic. As long as you do it now, anything can happen..." As he walked to the venue first, Brother Zhuge shrugged his shoulders and said to himself with a smile: " Am I pessimistic?" Then follow Xiangxiang.

Many scattered practitioners know Brother Zhuge and Xiangxiang. They know that they are disciples of the cold elders of the Presbyterian House and have high cultivation. These scattered practitioners can ignore the nearly 100 deacons, but they must not take their words as a deaf ear.

The two walked to a venue. Soon, the chaotic monks began to divide into three groups, a group of low-level monks in the forbidden stage, a group of middle-level monks in the ground forbidden stage, and a group of scattered practitioners who purely came to see the lively.

Wan Liangjin and Song Qinger said a few words, and Song Qinger explained carefully and said, "Lao Wan, don't rush forward stupidly for a moment. You want to preserve your mana. This kind of group battle is not far from each other. Whoever can keep his mana to the end, who can laugh to the end, you know? I'll look at you on the edge of the venue and cheer you up!"

Wan Liangjin nodded and agreed. Song Qinger thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, you have to ensure your own safety. If you really can't do it, even if we don't be the deacon, you must be fine. You are not allowed to get hurt!"

10,000 Jinxin said, "Don't you get hurt? How is this possible?" However, although many monks will be injured in this kind of deacon selection, they have never died, so he is not worried about safety, but he knew that Song Qinger was for his own good, so he nodded and promised, "Qing'er, don't worry, I'll listen to you! Just wait for my good news!"

After saying that, he reached out and stroked Song Qinger's hair, turned around and greeted Xu Chong, "Brother Yan, let's enter."

Xu Chong was already in the early stage of Dan, but he has been controlling his cultivation in the late stage of Peiyuan, so he was also divided into a group with Wanliangjin. He was not interested in the selection of this deacon at all. The reason why he participated was just for two broken barrier elixirs, and in his eyes, the forbidden monks were better than mortals at this time. How much is not challenging at all, so he is very detached compared with other people who participated in the selection.

The two walked to the field and said, "Brother Yan, we must not separate for a while. Just follow me. Let's just wait on the side first. Don't rush inside. The token is only 150 yuan. So many people, no matter who grabs the token at the beginning, will become For everyone's goal, the token can't keep it at all. In the end, we retain our mana and then go up to grab it. At that time, I guess most people have exhausted our mana, and our chances of success will be much higher.

Xu Chong felt good about Wanliangjin. He felt that although this man's cultivation was not high, he was a little heroic and enthusiastic, so he had the intention to help him and said, "Brother Wan, is this deacon really important to you?"

Wan Liangjin's face showed rare seriousness and said, "Yes, it's very important to me. As long as I become a deacon, I can buy good elixirs and magic weapons every month. Only in this way, Qing'er and I can live longer and with more dignity! So, I must get a token this time!"

Xu took a look at Wan Liangjin and said seriously, "Brother Wan, although you have known each other for a short time, you have helped Yan several times. You are a friend worth making. Yan has always been good at divination. Last night, he had nothing to do for you, which is a good luck! You must be able to achieve what you want!"

Wanliang Jin laughed and said, "Then I will accept your good words!" However, he is not sure about it, but now that he has arrived here, there is no room for retreating, but to do his best.

A fierce man with a cross-faced and tall man listened to their words and looked back and saw that both of them were in the later stage of Peiyuan - he was also in the later stage of Peiyuan, but he was the peak of the later stage of Peiyuan, and he was ashamed that his magic weapon was a rare middle-level magic weapon in the forbidden practice. Although it could not be fully exerted, But it's not something that ordinary people can resist - so he mocked Xu Chong and said, "Kid, can you divine? Is it a lie? The uncle can also divine, but the uncle divination is that neither of you two can get a token!"

Wan Liangjin glanced at the big man and didn't dare to say anything. Seeing that Xu Chong wanted to speak, he pulled Xu Chong's clothes hard and sent a sound to Xu Chong not to make a sound. He knew this man. This big man is a villain in a low-level scattered cultivation. His name is the evil son of heaven. Relying on him, he has a master moth of the Ningdan period, who does all evil, and no one dares to care about it. The moth is sinister, has high mana, and the power of the magic weapon in his hand is not small, so no one dares to provoke except a few big monks in the Presbyterian House, which is very arrogant.

Although Xu Chong didn't know this person, since Wan Liangjin didn't want to cause trouble, he didn't say anything. He just looked at the evil son coldly and said, "Damn it, why is there such a disgusting guy everywhere!"

I didn't expect that the evil son of heaven had always been used to domineering. Although Xu Chong and Wan Liangjin didn't make a sound, Xu Chong actually dared to stare at himself and opened his mouth and scolded, "Damn you, I'm so old, and no one has dared to look at me with such eyes. You are really impatient! If you don't make it clear to me today, I want you to look good! Humph, I'll come in later and let you regret your parents' birth!"

Although Song Qinger didn't follow, she kept paying attention to Wanliang Jin. At this time, when she saw Wanliangjin and Xu Chong clashed with the evil son of Heaven, she ran over in a hurry. Wanliang Jin hurriedly rushed to Song Qinger to let her go. Song Qinger not only did not leave, but came to pull Wanliang Jin and asked, "What's going on? Who is this person?"

Xu Chong seemed to smile and looked at the evil son and said, "What do you want?"

At this time, the evil son saw Song Qinger, as if the cat had seen the fishy fish. Hehe** smiled and said, "This little lady is thin and tender, and she is really handsome." He said to Wan Liangjin, "Is this your mother-in-law?"

Wan Liangjin knew it was not good, so he blocked Song Qinger with his body and said, "Our business has nothing to do with her!" He turned around and said to Song Qinger, "Qing'er, go quickly! It's nothing for you here!"

At this time, Song Qinger also knew that she seemed to be doing something bad, so she turned around and walked back. The evil son of heaven did not stop him, but just smiled and said to Wanliang Jin, "That's all, the uncle is in a good mood today. If you ask your mother-in-law to play with me for a few days, the uncle will not pursue it. It will never be difficult for you to enter the scene later. How about that? Don't worry, when the old man has played enough, he will naturally let her go back!"

Wan Liangjin suddenly became angry and seemed to be angry. Although he was afraid of the evil son of heaven, he could not tolerate the humiliation of the evil son of heaven and Song Qinger. He shouted, "Shut up your stinky mouth! Otherwise, even if I'm not your opponent today, I will drag you to hell together!"

The wicked man was stunned at first, and then he was furious and gloomy. He said, "Well, if you don't leave, don't blame him for being rude!"

At this time, a deacon in a blue and black Taoist uniform found the strangeness here and came over and said, "Where is this place?" Don't make trouble here!"

When the evil son heard this, he suddenly turned his head, and his two copper bell-like eyes stared at the deacon fiercely and said, "Fuck! Do you dare to take care of your uncle's business? Are you fucking tired of living?

The deacon's face turned red. He looked at the evil son, but finally did not dare to make a sound again. He turned around and left in dismay. The evil son of heaven laughed and was laughing. Suddenly, he got a golden hairpin from nowhere, and in an instant it became big in front of the evil son of heaven. Then he hit the head with a bang and smashed him. All below the waist fell into the bluestone road.

The evil son was confused and was about to curse when a coquettish voice came from his ear: "If you make trouble again, I will kill you on the spot!" He was thrilled to hear that the voice was made by Xiangxiang, a disciple of Elder Leng, and immediately swallowed the words that had come to his mouth.

The evil son of heaven knows very well that although no one dares to provoke his master in the general practice, but if it is compared with the cold elder, it is just a bedbug. As long as the cold elder can pinch his two masters and apprentice as he takes action casually, so he does not dare to provoke Xiangxiang, the beloved apprentice of the cold elder, who gives him 10,000 courage.

If you want to live happily, you must be an unforgiving bully. If you want to live happily and live for a long time, you must be clear about who can provoke and who can't be provoked. This is what the moth taught the evil son of heaven at the beginning. He has always been regarded as a famous saying by the evil son of heaven. He has always done this, so he can live. Now.

Xu Chong sneered and looked at Xiangxiang from afar. Xiangxiang was standing in front of the low-level disciple field at this time. Suddenly, she vaguely felt that someone seemed to be looking at him, so she followed that look, but at this time Xu Chong had turned his head and stopped looking at her. Xiangxiang didn't see anyone, so she felt that she felt wrong and didn't take it seriously.

Xu Chong took a look at the evil son and said slowly, "Yan just divinationed again. Do you know what it is?"

The evil son dares not scold Xiangxiang, but he doesn't care about Xu Chong. In his eyes, Xu Chong is just a small scattered repair in the later period of Peiyuan.

"Hmm, you are bold enough! Dare to take the old man for fun, or the old man will strip you alive later, and the old man will give you your surname!"

Ten thousand taels of gold dragged Xu Chong and didn't want to regenerate right and wrong. Although he has offended the evil son, as long as he chooses a deacon, in Anlaifang city, the evil son of heaven does not dare to do anything to himself and Qing'er, so he said, "Brother Yan, let's go!"

Xu Chong ignored ten thousand taels of gold and stared at the evil son coldly and said, "The result of Yan Moubo is that you, today, day, must die!"

The evil son seemed to hear a funny joke and laughed. Xu Chong ignored him and strode to the venue. Wan Liangjin was a little worried and said to himself, "Brother Yan doesn't know the evil son of heaven. Now the hatred is big, and the evil son will definitely come to revenge that day. What should I do?"

The two followed a large group of low-level scattered cultivation to the front of the stone pillar. An invisible but sensed prohibition blocked the way. All the scattered cultivation took out the jade charm they received at the time of registration and pressed it in the prohibition, which was passed.

There have been many advanced scattered repairs in the site, divided into groups of scattered standing and waiting. In the middle of the venue, there is a high tower, which is obviously temporary. 150 tokens are hung at the top of the tower. This is the goal of today's war. Only by capturing a token can it be selected as the new one. A first-term deacon of the Presbyterian.

As more and more monks enter the venue, the tension in the air is getting stronger and stronger. If it hadn't been for Xiangxiang standing in front of them, I'm afraid a large number of monks would have been fighting in one place at this time.

Xu Chong and Wan Liangjin stood quietly at the edge. Wan Liangjin's breathing became a little heavy, which made Xu Chong feel a little funny. He reached out and patted Wan Liangjin on the shoulder and said, "Brother Wan, don't be impatient! Yan's gossip has always been very accurate. Don't worry!"

Wan Liangjin thought that Xu Chong might be a disciple of Elder Liu, and then he relaxed a little. At this time, he felt as if someone was staring at him, so he turned his head and followed the man's eyes, and saw that the evil son of heaven was standing quietly not far from him, looking at him viciously.

When the evil son saw Wanliang Jin looking at him, his face suddenly became ferocious and drew an extremely obese gesture. He sent a voice to Wanliangjin and Xu Chong, "Wait, the old man will make you look good in a moment!"

Wan Liangjin felt as if he had been stared by a poisonous snake and suddenly felt cold all over. He glanced at Xu Chong and said, "Brother Yan, the evil son of heaven seems to be staring at us. I'm afraid he can't be good today. What should I do? I heard that the man had a Moro umbrella in his hand, which was a middle-level magic weapon obtained by his master's young moth from overseas. It was very powerful. With the two of us, we are not opponents at all!"

Xu Chong saw that Wan Liangjin didn't believe his words at all and sighed, "Brother Wan, if you are afraid, just hide behind Yan for a while. Yan's gossip has never been invincable. Since I say that he will die, he will die! I said you can choose, but you just don't want to choose!"

At this time, there were no less than 3,000 low-level scattered practitioners in the venue. After a while, finally no one came in. Xiangxiang looked at the nearly 4,000 monks in the venue and stretched out her hand. A colorful light suddenly rose from her hand and burst violently and scattered. The war has finally begun.