I, Goldfinger

Everyone was stunned.

“Isn’t this Lin Beifan, a disciple of the Great Elder? How is he on top? ”

“Aren’t all the disciples sitting below?”

“The head and the elders don’t seem to have an opinion, is there a special treatment?”

……

Everyone was talking about it, and there were all kinds of thoughts.

Especially the rows of disciples below the elder, the jealous ones were about to separate.

They sat down honestly, but Lin Beifan was close to the head and the elder, and it was clear who was close to each other.

“Damn, how did this guy get mixed up?” Jin Yu was jealous.

“If you can’t get used to him, you can pick him up and drop him to the ground!” A young man not far away laughed softly.

“I don’t have to worry about your business!” Jin Yu withdrew his gaze.

Now the only thing he can do is this, he wants to prove to everyone that he is the real proud son of heaven, and Lin Beifan is not worthy.

There were also a few protégé disciples, looking at Lin Beifan’s eyes flickering.

One of the young men whispered to a dignified-looking young man next to him: “This Lin Beifan is too arrogant, he has only been riding on our heads in less than a year, relying on the favor of the Great Elder, he has no fear, so he can still go on?” Senior Brother, shall we give him some color and see? ”

This dignified young man’s name is Hua Yuluo, wearing a white silver robe, black hair thickly draped behind him, looking extraordinary, heroic and jade.

He is a true disciple of the contemporary leader, and his strength has already reached the peak of the ninth order of Tianren, and he can’t break through only for the sake of the Tianjiao Secret Realm, but his strength is already comparable to that of ordinary Nirvana masters.

In addition to his extraordinary strength, he has begun to help the head to deal with some sect affairs, long sleeves and good dance, the head is the Dao, the prestige among the disciples is very high, and he is also quite praised among the major elders, and the call to become the next holy son is very high.

However, at this time, a Lin Beifan suddenly killed, and it seemed that he also received the attention of the head and the elders, which made many of the junior brothers who supported him feel unhappy.

“Junior brother, junior brothers should love each other, and should not cause trouble with each other. I didn’t say this to you, don’t chew your tongue, otherwise it’s no wonder that Senior Brother is not merciful! Hua Yuluo scolded.

“But Senior Brother…” the young man was anxious.

“Don’t say more about junior brother, if the master and the major elders choose him, it means that he has done better than me, and it should be me who has to reflect and think. Let’s not question the decision of the master and the elders! ”

The young man kept his mouth shut, still not angry in his heart.

Hua Yuluo stared at Lin Beifan, her hands tightened, and she was not as calm as it seemed.

In addition, the representatives of the major holy places and immortal sects all cast their gazes over and looked at Lin Beifan thoughtfully.

Among them, there was a soft-faced and weak Gongzi brother in a brocade dress, holding a fan in his hand, looking at Lin Beifan with burning eyes, and whispered to an old man next to him: “Who is the young man behind Li Qingshan?” ”

The voice was a little hoarse and looked as if it was deliberately suppressed.

“Young Master Qiyu, that person is Lin Beifan, a newly accepted disciple of Li Qingshan, and I heard that the talent is good. It’s just that so far it has not been revealed, and there is little relevant information. The old man whispered.

Brother Gongzi nodded and said no more.

There was a feeling in his heart that Lin Beifan would have a great impact on his future plans.

At this time, Lin Beifan, who was standing on the high platform, smiled bitterly in his heart, hiding for so many years was finally broken, and he was going to be used as a target by others.

I don’t know if the master did it on purpose, and his conscience was greatly bad.

However, Lin Beifan was not afraid.

He just hates trouble, wants to live a peaceful life, and doesn’t want to cause so much trouble. But when trouble comes to the door, he will not hesitate to pick up the butcher knife and cut it off.

Looking at the representatives of various factions in the distance, Lin Beifan’s heart moved: “Among these people, will there be a protagonist?” ”

Lin Beifan was originally hopeless, after all, there are too few people who can be called the protagonists, he searched for so long to find two, and the result was swept by the system.

“Ding! Discover a protagonist! ”

………………

The head Yuhualou stood up again and said with a smile: “Now, please participate in the large amount of personal disciples and inner disciples to come forward and draw lots and arrange the number of matches. After the draw is over, the contest begins. ”

Suddenly, nearly a hundred young people jumped into the field.

“Master, I’m going!” Lin Beifan said to the Great Elder, and then followed into the arena.

Bai Qinglian trotted over, like a little fan girl, excitedly said, “Come on senior brother!” Come on! ”

Lin Beifan smiled helplessly: “What is there to cheer for in the draw?” ”

Bai Qinglian was not convinced: “Maybe Senior Brother can draw a good lot?” ”

The referee summoned everyone over and said, “There are 99 people participating in the competition this time, and those who draw No. 1 will compete with those who draw No. 99, those who draw No. 2 will compete with those who draw No. 98, and so on.” Since the number of participants in the competition is odd, there will be 1 person who will be left alone. Those who draw No. 50 are the byees and will directly participate in the next round of competition. As for who is empty, it depends on your luck. ”

Everyone nodded, indicating that they knew.

So the drawing of lots began, drawn in public, revealed in public, and there was no shady curtain.

Lin Beifan ranked last, not contending, very Buddha-natured.

As a result, when everyone finished drawing, only the last signature remained.

“Lin Beifan, number 50! Rounds! ”