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Yes, if we can draw for him, we can at least buy some more time for Junior Brother Shen Lang. "Another senior brother nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of worry and expectation.

Everyone agreed and decided to do it according to this method, hoping to get favorable conditions for Junior Brother Shen Lang.

However, the original idea of ​​the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion seemed perfect, but when they really got on stage, they found that the reality was very different from their ideas.

The manager was firm and did not allow them to draw for him.

"Why draw when no one is here? This is the Tiandao League, not the chaotic street market in the mortal world. Don't be unreasonable and bargain with me here! "

Manager Lu's face was gloomy, like a dense black cloud. He waved his hands impatiently as if to drive away a disgusting fly.

The disciples who tried to draw a number plate for Shen Lang were driven off the stage in disgrace under his tough attitude.

Some disciples were dissatisfied and whispered in a low voice: "It's just drawing a plate, not participating in the competition for him. You don't even allow this. Aren't you too domineering?"

As a result, these words were heard by the sharp-eared Manager Lu. His face sank, and he immediately used his magical powers to take back the number plate of this disciple.

"I have clearly told you in advance that you must abide by the rules of the Tiandao League on its territory. Since you are so unwilling, then you should not participate in this Master Sect Competition."

Manager Lu's face was stern and his voice was cold, leaving no room for maneuver.

"Why do you disqualify me from the competition? "The disciple's eyes widened, his face full of anger and confusion, and he asked loudly.

"Because you don't obey discipline!" Manager Lu stared at the disciple with a sharp gaze, his tone was tough and unquestionable.

Hearing the manager's words, Xing Tianzi couldn't help but frown, and his eyebrows seemed to be twisted into a deep "Chuan" character.

The apprentice was bullied and oppressed by others. If he, as a master, didn't come forward to protect him, I'm afraid others would think that Lingxiao Sword Pavilion had no one and was at the mercy of others.

"Manager Lu, we uphold the principle of the guest following the host's convenience, and we will certainly abide by the rules of the Tiandao League. However, your words are not unshakable laws, can you fully represent the Tiandao League? "

Xing Tianzi asked back with a serious look and sharp eyes.

It was just a gatekeeper. The master had many things to do on weekdays, so he let the dog guard the door for a few more years.

As a result, the dog barked at anyone wantonly, and really thought of himself as the head of the family.

Manager Lu could be arrogant and pointed fingers in front of his disciples, but when he met a sect leader, even if he was pretentious and arrogant, he had to restrain himself more or less and give the other party some face.

He looked unhappy and said unhappily: "I just asked him to act according to the rules. If everyone imitated him and made various requests, then this lottery would be difficult to complete even if it was drawn until late at night, and it would only waste everyone's precious time in vain. "

"Manager Lu, don't worry, we have always been people who abide by the rules. Compared with those who always talk about the rules but may not really abide by them, we are more law-abiding. "

Xing Tianzi laughed and replied slowly.

He looked calm, but his tone was a bit tough, as if if you dare to cancel my Lingxiao Sword Pavilion disciple quota, I will tangle with you to the end.

Manager Lu knew that he dared not really make a big deal out of this.

If it really got out of control, the people above would definitely think that he was incompetent and couldn't even handle such a trivial matter as letting the disciples of each sect draw the number cards.

Because of this, Manager Lu didn't say anything more at the moment, but He silently handed the number plate back, and then signaled the sects behind him to draw the number plates.

His face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed a trace of unwillingness and helplessness, but he had to suppress the anger in his heart to avoid causing more trouble for himself.

Although the name of this competition is called the Ten Sects Competition, there are actually far more than ten sects participating.

In addition to the ten first-class sects with a great reputation and a resounding name, there are also many second- and third-rate sects and forces who have come to participate.

These second- and third-rate sects , some are unknown in the martial arts world, and some are only slightly famous in a local area.

Everyone lined up in a long line to draw the number plate, and the line moved forward slowly.

From the sun hanging high in the sky, to the sunset, and then to the night, the sky was dotted with stars, and finally the draw was finished.

The whole process was long and boring, but no one dared to slack off or complain.

After the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion finished drawing the number plates, the main group went to the courtyard to settle down.

Two disciples were left here to wait for Shen Lang's arrival. Come.

This is to prevent Shen Lang from being at a loss when he arrives, like a lost lamb, not knowing what to do.

This year's new rules made Xing Tianzi suddenly feel a little uneasy.

He couldn't help but wonder why he felt that this new rule was set specifically for Shen Lang.

Xing Tianzi frowned, his eyes revealed deep worry, and he repeatedly thought about the strangeness in his mind.

The sky was already dark, and the whole world seemed to be stained with thick ink.

The two people left behind in Lingxiao Sword Pavilion waited anxiously in the night, their eyes almost seeing through.

Finally, when they almost all believed that Shen Lang would not show up today, they suddenly saw a figure flying in the air.

The figure was looming in the hazy moonlight, like a mysterious stream of light.

After seeing it clearly, the two disciples were instantly excited.

One of them hurriedly stepped forward, his feet were flying, and he couldn't wait to greet Shen Lang.

The other one turned around quickly and rushed to Manager Lu who had already issued the number plates and was packing up to leave.

"Manager Lu, there are still people in our Lingxiao Sword Pavilion who want to get the number plates. Please wait a moment."

His voice was full of urgency. While speaking, he stretched out his hands, trying to stop Manager Lu's steps.

"Wait? Who does he think he is? Why should he let the people of Tiandao League wait?" Manager Lu angrily stretched out his hand to push the man in front of him away.

Disciple Xu Tianqi was worried that he would really leave, so he followed him a few steps.

As a result, it was unknown what kind of evil anger this steward Lu had, and he actually shouted at Xu Tianqi loudly: "Get out!"

At the same time as he spoke, he also brazenly attacked Xu Tianqi.