Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 39 Drawing Lots

This time, there are as many as 160 disciples of Cang Yun Sect participating in the fighting competition, far exceeding the scale of the previous thousand years of fighting competition.

It makes sense. After all, over the past few hundred years, under Yu Jizi's painstaking management, the overall strength of Cang Yun Sect has recovered and gradually has the momentum of re-emergence.

As usual, Yu Jizi began to say a few words of encouragement to the outstanding disciples of the sect in front of him, and then the elder of the Discipline Hall, Taoist Yunhe, stood up and roughly repeated the rules of the competition to the disciples, mainly not to hurt people's lives, and stop when necessary.

After Yu Jizi and Taoist Yunhe finished speaking, it was the highlight, drawing lots.

The method of drawing lots is very simple. This time, there are a total of 160 disciples who signed up for the competition, divided into two groups, each with exactly 80 people.

Cang Yun Men prepared many wax balls in advance. There were slips of paper inside the wax balls with numbers on them. The wax balls were also divided into two groups, each with numbers from one to eighty. Then the two groups of wax balls were mixed together and packed in a box.

Finally, one hundred and sixty disciples went up one by one and took out a wax ball from the wooden box and squeezed it open. The number inside represented his number.

The one with number one would fight against another one with number one, and so on. After one round of competition, eighty people would be eliminated.

In the second round of competition, the remaining eighty people would fight against each other according to the first place of their numbers.

For example, the number one would fight against the eightieth. The number two would fight against the seventy-ninth, and so on, until the last number thirty-nine would fight against the forty.

After this round of competition, only forty disciples would be left. These forty disciples were basically the best of the younger generation of Cang Yun Men.

The third round was still conducted by the method of comparing the first place of the numbers to produce the top twenty, and then the first place of the numbers would be compared to produce the top ten, and then the top five.

The top three in the end are more interesting, because in the end the top five disciples will compete for the top three. The five people need to draw lots again, and the number three lot is a bye, so he will get a big advantage and advance directly.

The result of the draw will definitely determine a person's fate. If two strong people of equal strength, such as Gu Jianchi and Yun Qiyou, meet in the first round of the draw, tragedy will basically happen.

This kind of drawing rules is exactly the same as the Duantian Cliff Fight.

Watching the two disciples carrying the wooden box coming, most of the disciples, including Ye Xiaochuan, secretly prayed that they would draw a good lot, at least not to meet opponents stronger than themselves in the first round.

In the hall, there were discussions. Yu Jizi was chatting and laughing with Mu Chenxian, Kongjian Shenseng and others around him, and the other elders were also smiling, and the scene was extremely harmonious. But the 160 people who were drawing lots were almost all nervous.

Ye Xiaochuan put his hands together and chanted: "The ancestors of all generations, Tathagata Buddha, Taishang Laojun, Queen Mother, Jade Emperor, God of Land, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Ten Kings of Hell, all kinds of immortals, gods and monsters, gods and Buddhas... I know that I, Ye Xiaochuan, am a little disrespectful to you in normal times, but today you must put aside your grudges and bless me to draw a good lot, please! I will definitely offer you three sticks of incense in the morning and evening in the future!"

Gu Jianchi, the eldest brother of Cangyun Sect, smiled and was the first to walk up and grab a wax ball from the wooden box. He looked very relaxed, as if he didn't care about the result of the draw.

Then the disciples in the first row also pinched out a wax ball one after another. Ye Xiaochuan was in the last row and waited for about an incense stick of time before it was his turn to draw a lot.

While waiting, he worshipped all the immortals, gods and Bodhisattvas he could think of, seeking a kind of psychological comfort. Now he is at the sixth level of the Yuanshen realm. His cultivation is neither high nor low. As long as he does not meet those excellent disciples at the seventh level of the Out-of-Body realm, he is basically sure to enter the next round.

Therefore, the lot in the first round is particularly important. As long as he passes the first round, his goal is basically halfway accomplished. According to his estimation, even if he draws a good lot, entering the top 40 is already his limit.

But it is not certain. After all, there are only a dozen disciples at the seventh level of the Out-of-Body realm in Cangyun Sect. As long as the opponent is below the Out-of-Body realm, he is sure to not lose, or lose in a not too ugly way.

Ye Xiaochuan tremblingly reached into the wooden box. He was standing in the last row of the crowd. There were only seven or eight left in the 160 wax balls. He turned his fingers between several wax balls, and then pinched one and took it out.

The wax ball was not big, about the size of a quail egg. He couldn't wait to pinch the wax ball open. There was a folded yellow paper inside, and there was a number on the paper: fifteen.

"Number 15? My first round opponent is another player who drew number 15. I hope it's not one of those senior brothers and sisters who I can't beat!"

After drawing lots, everyone was talking about it. Many people had found their first round opponents. Some were secretly happy, while others cried out in pain.

After the elders recorded the numbers drawn for each disciple, the disciples were invited to leave the hall. The names of the first round of fighting and the fighting arena would be posted on the wooden fence, and then the first round of fighting would be held.

After recording, Ye Xiaochuan walked out of the Samsara Hall with the large group. Many of his fellow disciples had sad faces, obviously because they drew a bad lot.

Ye Xiaochuan said to his fellow disciples, "Who is number 15? Who is number 15!"

Due to the large number of people, no one responded after calling for a long time to find out who number 15 was.

Ye Xiaochuan saw several familiar senior brothers gathering together, talking and laughing, walking down the white jade stone steps. Ye Xiaochuan sent it over and said to Zhu Changshui: "Senior Brother Zhu, what is your number? Look how happy you are. Yes, did you draw a good lottery?"

Zhu Changshui chuckled and said: "I am No. 76. In the last round of competition, my opponent is just a junior who has just reached the sixth level of Yuan Shen realm. I am quite sure."

Ye Xiaochuan said hurriedly: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Zhu for advancing ahead of schedule!"

Zhu Changshui waved his hand and said: "There hasn't been a competition yet, and the result is still uncertain. By the way, I heard that everyone knows that you also signed up, and they all want to get the same lottery as you!"

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned and said: "Why, everyone thinks I'm a soft persimmon and wants to pinch me?"

Zhu Changshui said: "Not only are you recognized as the softest persimmon among the one hundred and sixty people, but you have also offended many people. Everyone wants to teach you a lesson in the ring, so you have to be careful. By the way, you What number was drawn?”

Ye Xiaochuan said: "On the 15th, I will be the second contestant. I've been looking for a long time, but I still can't find out who got the same lottery as me. When I go on stage later, let's see if I don't win him." It’s all over the place!”

"Ye Xiaochuan, you are so proud!"

A female voice came from behind Ye Xiaochuan.