Chapter 396 Drawing Lots

Chapter 396 Drawing Lots

During the first Duan Tian Cliff Fighting Ceremony, Yao Xiaofu came to watch the ceremony. Although there was no distinction between the righteous and the demonic sects at that time, she sat in the middle.

Afterwards, every time Yao Xiaofu came to Duan Tian Cliff to watch the fun, she basically sat in the middle on the first day.

Because Yao Xiaofu is a demon, not a human, no one else would have any objection to her being in the middle.

Of course, this is only limited to the first day.

You can't grab the face of these big guys every day. Yao Xiaofu will wander around on the second day and will no longer sit in the position above Qian Kunzi and Tuoba Yu.

All the big guys have already sat down. Qian Kunzi glanced at Yao Xiaofu and then at Tuoba Yu.

"Fellow Daoist Tuoba, it's already noon, how about we start drawing lots?"

Tuoba Yu smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Qiankunzi is right. We old guys are here to watch the fun. This stage is destined to belong to these young people. Let's start drawing lots."

Two people spoke, and the drawing of lots officially began. Twenty or thirty white-haired elders from the righteous and evil sects watched from the side to prevent cheating.

Drawing lots is a very heart-testing thing. For example, in sects such as Cangyun Sect, each sect has ten disciples to fight. If two disciples accidentally draw the same number, they will have to fight in the first round. This is something no one wants to see.

The disciples of the righteous and the demon sect lined up and walked towards the big wooden box on the long table one by one. When they looked carefully, they found that their old drunkard master had become a supervisory referee. He sat on a chair behind the long table and talked to several righteous elders around him. His fingers were pointing in his direction from time to time. It seemed that this old guy was showing off his apprentice in front of the elders of other sects again.

Drawing lots was very simple. Five hundred wax balls were divided into two hundred and fifty groups. Each contestant took out a wax ball from it. A separate elder crushed the wax ball and took out a piece of paper with a number on it. During this process, there was a righteous elder and a demon sect elder supervising on the side. There were three elders in a group, and there were seven groups in total, so the five hundred people drew lots relatively quickly.

Ye Xiaochuan stretched his neck and followed behind a group of senior brothers. He wanted to squeeze forward. He squeezed past one person, but was pushed by the person behind him, and his head hit the back of Gu Paner in front of him.

Obviously Gu Paner was still angry about last night. She turned around and stared at him coldly. He had no choice but to laugh dryly and return to his seat. As a result, he cut in line just now, and his seat was occupied by Qi Feiyuan behind him. He refused to let him go no matter what. He asked Chu Tianxing behind him to make room for him, but Chu Tianxing refused. As a result, he had to run to the back and line up again.

The last disciple of Cangyun Sect was Yun Qiyou, and the one in front was Senior Sister Ning Xiangruo. Seeing Ye Xiaochuan coming over with a dusty face, Ning Xiangruo laughed so hard that she fell backwards. She slapped Ye Xiaochuan on the head and said, "You took advantage of it! Do you regret it now?"

Ye Xiaochuan rolled his eyes and wanted to hit Ning Xiangruo on the head back, but after thinking about it, it was okay. How could a grown man like him be so fussy about a little girl? Wouldn't this lower his status?

He stood obediently behind Yun Qiyou. Yun Qiyou was very tall. Ye Xiaochuan was sixteen years old this year, but he was only about the same height as Yun Qiyou. Seeing Yun Qiyou carrying a large guqin bag behind him, Ye Xiaochuan couldn't help but said, "Yun Qiang..."

Before he said the word "stealer", he felt a chill emanating from Yun Qiyou. He quickly changed his words and said, "Senior Sister Yun, we are here to compete in magic, not a folk art competition. Why are you still carrying this guqin?"

Yun Qiyou didn't look back, but just said lightly, "Aren't you also carrying your jade flute?"

Ye Xiaochuan pulled out the Huangquan Biluo Xiao from his waist with his backhand and said, "This is different. My jade flute is small and exquisite, unlike your guqin, which is like carrying a coffin board, so foul."

Yun Qiyou turned slightly to the side, and a glance from the corner of his eyes made Ye Xiaochuan immediately become honest.

At this time, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly thought of something, looked up at the demon sect leaders sitting under the jade wall of the stone platform on the west, and looked at his Huangquan Biluo Xiao again.

He knew that this flute was one of the three sacred artifacts of the Demon Cult in the past, as famous as the Hunyuan Ding and the Holy Fire Order. The Demon Cult attacked the Langya Immortal Sect just to steal this jade flute.

Yun Qiyou's words just now reminded him that the Huangquan Biluo Xiao must not be seen by the big guys of the Demon Cult. If they recognized it, it would be a disaster.

After thinking about it, he opened the Qiankun bag on his waist and threw the Huangquan Biluo Xiao into the Qiankun bag.

The speed of drawing lots was very fast. Every time the seven disciples drew lots together, the elders read out the lot numbers, and the young disciples were responsible for registration. The names of the contestants gradually appeared on the small number cards on the huge wooden board.

At this time, some people were happy and some were wailing. For example, a young man who drew the 135th lot was crying loudly. Ye Xiaochuan stretched his head to look at the wooden board and was immediately happy. It turned out that the other disciple who drew the 135th lot was actually Feng Tianqiong of the Demon Cult. This was looking for abuse.

Soon it was the turn of several disciples of Cang Yun Sect to draw lots. The eldest brother and seven others in front came forward one by one. Each of them nervously took out a wax ball from the wooden box, and then listened nervously to the elders reading out their own lot numbers.

When the seven people's lot numbers were read out, the drunk Taoist sitting behind the long table was obviously relieved. The seven people's numbers were very close to each other and there was no duplication. This meant that in the first few rounds, it was unlikely that these seven disciples of Cang Yun Sect would meet their own people.

Now only Ye Xiaochuan, Ning Xiangruo, and Yun Qiyou are left to draw lots. If they can draw a good lot with similar numbers, the Cangyun Sect will definitely shine at Duantian Cliff this time.

Unlike the two disciples of Xuantian Sect just now, they actually drew the same lot number. In this way, the two disciples will have to face off in the first round, and one of them must be eliminated in the first round.

Ning Xiangruo stepped forward, took a deep breath, reached out and took out a wax ball from the wooden box and handed it to the elder of the Demon Sect in a black robe, saying: "I am Ning Xiangruo, a disciple of the Cangyun Sect."

The elder nodded, took the wax ball, pinched it open, and took out a small orange-yellow paper from it. There was also a righteous elder and a demon elder staring at him.

The three elders looked at each other and nodded slightly. The demon elder in the middle said loudly: "Ning Xiangruo, a disciple of Cang Yun Sect, number 18."

A disciple nearby immediately wrote it down. At the same time, the words "Cang Yun Ning Xiangruo" were written on the small sign with number 18 on the big wooden board, and then the small sign was hung on the 18th position on the wooden board.