True Lord Yuanheng was indeed right. When they arrived, the venue was already packed with guests, and the towering booth was filled with disciples wearing different colors. It really looked like the World Cup scene seen in Ningxia's previous life.
By the way, how should the roster of personnel be allocated for this competition? With so many people, it was probably a drawing of lots.
People from all over the world were walking around in the venue, rubbing shoulders with each other. The population density was truly astonishing. The grand scene outside just now pales into insignificance compared to it. Looking at the entrance where people are still coming in, Ning Xia and others feel a little numb.
"Speaking of which, are there really so many people in our sect?" There are not so many people on the road on weekdays, so there are so many people suddenly appearing?
"The sect accepts so many disciples every year, so there are naturally a lot of them. It's just that they usually retreat or go out to practice a lot, so it's not obvious when you look at them. This time they all came back for the competition."
"There are not so many people... There are not so many people in the sect competition." The usually taciturn Master Ming Jing said abruptly. He was older and had the honor to participate in several sect competitions, but he had never seen such a grand event. He just looked into the crowd and saw that some old monsters who had retreated into seclusion in recent years had come out, and there were more unfamiliar faces...
This time Ningxia is completely sure that there must be something fishy about this joint competition. In recent years, there have been frequent horror stories in the world of cultivation. Demonic ways are lurking in the dark, and the wind and rain are swaying. It seems that some shocking disaster will happen at the next moment, so many sects have been dormant recently. The same is true for the Wuhua Sect. It just went through a major purge a while ago. As the authentic sect in the southeastern border, it is at the forefront of the storm. Normally, there shouldn't be any big movements.
However, it not only moved, but also made a big move, making a great noise and inviting people from friendly sects to come and participate in the sect's grand ceremony. This has to be said to be a strange thing. Could it be that the Wuhua Sect saw that the atmosphere in the cultivation world was sluggish, so they organized a grand event to liven up the atmosphere? This is too ridiculous.
Ning Xia shook her head and threw these messy thoughts away.
"Look, is that...?"
She hadn't even warmed up from sitting on her stool when she heard someone shouting, which seemed to attract a lot of attention. Ningxia looked in the direction where everyone's eyes were focused and caught the entire process.
There was a very different booth not far from her. The other places were already full, but it was still empty. The booth format and pattern were also different. The other booths were all decorated with exquisite emblem reliefs, but they were missing there. It's very plain, with only a few inconspicuous small dark lines.
It was the entrance near the booth that caused the commotion.
A group of monks came in.
The atmosphere of the entire venue was different as soon as they entered, and the atmosphere became stagnant little by little. Their postures are leisurely, and their eyes calmly fall on the people or objects around them, with a clear sense of exploration. Many of them are very unfamiliar, as if they have never met before, and they do not have an aura that can arouse everyone's vigilance... Everything shows that this group of people is unusual. identity.
The sect actually invited so many monks from outside? What do you want to do? Ningxia was surprised. He saw some familiar faces in the crowd.
"People from Jinlei Gate, Wanren Mountain, Huyang Sect...and Shangshui Temple are also here? So many people?" Jin Lin became more and more frightened as he counted, even though he had heard that people would be invited before. I came to watch the game, but I didn’t expect that so many sects would come to watch the game. Is the Wuhua Sect doing this to build momentum?
For a while, the disciples of Wuhua Sect were not sure what their sect wanted to do.
However, those people obviously did not stop following their questions. Bathed in the surprised gazes of the Wuhua Sect, they all walked into the venue calmly, as if they had already felt this.
They calmly took their seats at the booth specially prepared for them. The venue was silent for a moment, with many people watching what was going on over there, and then things quickly returned to normal.
"Are they all here to watch the competition?" Many people asked the people around them in a low voice, asking such an obvious question that there was no need to ask, and they were very unsure.
"...You are stupid, that's natural. But this is too much. We didn't invite so many people to the sect competition before. We only invited a few people who are relatively close to us. This time, almost everyone who has anything to do with us is here. Here we go..." Many people found the doubts and pondered.
After this group of people entered, the entry stage of the conference was almost over. No one was seen at the entrance. Only one and a half walked in from time to time. They probably didn't care much about the competition.
The disciples who were really serious about participating in this competition also prepared the venue early. After all, the sect has never announced the registration method and process. What if we arrive late and lose the opportunity?
Of course, there are some exceptions to this.
A booth far away from the main booth, a small area in the lower right corner... Fang Tingting looked gloomy, looking towards the entrance from time to time, with a patient face, as if she was waiting for something.
The accompanying members naturally knew what he was waiting for, and also knew how unhappy Master Fang was with the incident just now. They did not dare to step on the thunder at this time, and were careful not to say anything.
"...Damn it." His voice was stuck in his throat, as if he wanted to roar, but he held back the moment he finally shouted it out. However, the way he gritted his teeth could also see the suppressed anger in his heart.
Two idiots! How could he accept these two people into the team? Not only did they not increase the reputation of their own team, but they became the laughing stock of others.
If Wang Jingxuan didn't come this time, those rivals who were robbing him or Wang Jingxuan's enemies might laugh at them. They had lost all face this time... Fang Ting could already feel some of the teasing eyes on them.
He promised so many unilaterally favorable conditions, and even bit the famous "mad dog" He Jiang. He was so generous, not just because he wanted to recruit Wang Jingxuan into the team to increase his power. Just for a moment... He already had inside information about the potential forces behind the other party.
However, I didn't expect that this first appearance would be ruined by her. Not only did she not achieve her goal, but she also made people laugh at her.
It's better to just cooperate, even to make a vase than to lose the chain like this. Really, I shouldn’t have been greedy and took over this trouble in the first place…
The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, and the fence at his hand was about to be cut off by him.
"Uncle Fang, the time has come..." Youziren said in his ear without letting him go.
"I got it, shut up!" He finally couldn't hold back his roar, which scared the young disciple out of his wits.
The young man was so frightened that he cried, and Fang Ting woke up instantly. What is this all about? Why were you so affected?
