Chapter 230 Lottery
"Oh? Miss Bai Yi, why aren't you there?"

Ye Xiaofan naturally ignored the gazes of Qi Ning and Xu Kaile, looked around at everyone, but couldn't find Lin Baiyi's figure, and immediately became a little confused.

After waiting for a while, Lin Baiyi still didn't come, Ye Xiaofan simply stopped thinking about it, and went to take the assessment first and get something to eat.

What moved Ye Xiaofan's heart was not the magic weapon, nor the ranking, but the elixir that General Luo said, the spirit-gathering elixir.

Ye Xiaofan hasn't tasted the pill yet, and he yearns for the taste of the pill in his heart.

Academy center, arena.

"I heard that there are only a few 100 freshmen in this class. I don't know how the college manages it. In the past, there were thousands of students?"

"It's rare to say that these 100 people are all elites, hehe, my favorite thing is to bully elites."

"It doesn't matter how many people there are. After their martial arts competition is over, the No. 1 resources will be mine. Let's see which unlucky freshman gets No. 1. I don't mind teaching him how to behave."

The arena was about [-] square meters, three meters high, and surrounded by old students. These old students were discussing in low voices, with a sinister gleam in their eyes from time to time.

They are all in the Golden Core or Nascent Soul Realm, and the cultivation resources they need are huge, and the resources issued by the academy are no longer enough for them to practice.

Therefore, robbing freshmen's resources has become one of the means for them to obtain capital.

At this time, General Luo also brought Ye Xiaofan and others to the center of the arena. There were five precious black wooden chairs placed on the ring, which seemed to be for important people to sit on.

"The eighth session of the 320th, freshman martial arts competition, starts now, elders are invited to take their seats!"

On the ring, General Luo stood in the middle, looked around at the crowd, and said indifferently.

"Tap..."

Fa Xie and other college elders, a total of five people, came to the top of the ring and sat on the chairs with calm faces and no waves.

"That's Elder Faxie, the only fourth-level refiner in the academy. If I can become his disciple, I will soar into the sky and become the disciple of a refiner that countless people envy!"

"That's Kang Shuai, a Tier [-] formation master. All the formations in the academy were created by him, even the spirit-gathering formation in the residence!"

"That is, the fourth-rank talisman master Elder Xiao Changfeng, the fourth-rank alchemy master Changhe Dong, and the fourth-rank beast master Elder Bai Hongfei!"

The young man behind Ye Xiaofan saw the five elders in the ring, and shouted excitedly one by one, like a fan seeing an idol, wishing they could go up and hug them.

After Fa Xie and the others looked around the crowd, they ignored the adoring eyes of the crowd, but all looked at Ye Xiaofan, with a smile on their faces, and nodded to Ye Xiaofan.

Ye Xiaofan nodded to Fa Xie and the others with a pretentious gesture.

"Come up and draw lots. Those who get the same number will compete on stage."

Not long after, following General Luo's words, everyone jumped onto the ring and drew their own numbers from the lottery box in General Luo's hand.

Ye Xiaofan hugged his small arms, and did not go up immediately to draw lots, the masters usually appeared last, so Ye Xiaofan was waiting, waited for these people to finish drawing, and then went up.

"I drew number one, doesn't that mean I'm number one?"

After a third-level foundation-building youth got his number, he shouted excitedly.

"Coincidentally, I am number one too."

Xu Kaile got the lottery, and looked at the third-level foundation-builder youth with a half-smile.

(End of this chapter)

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