Hearing that the president was about to take the stage to speak, the audience burst into warm applause.
When Yuan Feng saw that the "protagonist" finally appeared, he cheered up and looked up twice.
However, what he saw was a mysterious man about 1.7 meters tall, with a thin build, wrapped in a black robe, and with a mask on his face.
Could it be that the leader of the Zoroastrian Society has noticed something? That’s why you don’t show your true colors to others?
Just when Yuan Feng was confused, he heard two people in the seats next to him discussing quietly.
"What do you think Kanai will look like? Why do you always wear a mask?"
"Who knows, big shots are mysterious."
"Yeah...that's right."
When Yuan Feng heard that Kanai was always like this, he relaxed a little and continued to pay attention to the stage.
Kanai took the microphone from Na Zhiyan's hand, nodded politely to the audience, then took out a few crumpled A4 papers from his pocket, and read out word for word according to the manuscript...
Judging from his voice, he must be a young man, but his breath is very weak, and it seems that he is really sick.
After reading the speech, Kanai let out a sigh of relief and said, "Let's get down to business and start the selection of Dharma protectors."
After saying that, he left the stage in a hurry without staying for a moment longer.
Na Zhiyan appeared again and said loudly: "Please invite the high priest and twelve envoys to come to the stage!"
The audience suddenly became restless.
When Yuan Feng saw the main show starting, he couldn't help but show excitement and followed the others onto the stage.
Each of the twelve envoys received a number plate. The big man in black was number 1. Yuan Feng, the last person selected as an envoy, was naturally ranked last. The number plate he received read 12.
After the twelve envoys stood up according to the signal, an old lady wearing colorful linen clothes walked slowly from the stage, holding King Wen's drum in her left hand and King Wu's whip in her right hand.
This old lady was at least ninety years old. She walked with unsteady steps, and her face was covered with wrinkles like ravines.
Everyone, including Na Zhiyan, respected her very much and stood up to salute her.
The high priest walked to the ring and said in a hoarse voice: "Messengers, I will indicate the attributes of souls for you. They will be divided into four groups according to water, fire, thunder, and electricity. Each group will select the strongest person to become the protector. The four protectors I will hold the flag at the altar at midnight tonight and ask the Supreme God to live forever!"
Yuan Feng suddenly realized that he had always thought that there were twelve people competing in the knockout round. Now it seems that this is not the case. Instead, they are grouped according to the so-called "soul attributes".
It is reasonable to use different soul powers to control command flags with different attributes. However, Yuan Feng still had something he couldn't understand, so he approached the big man in black and asked in a low voice: "Brother, water, fire, and thunder." , what does electricity mean?”
The big man in black glanced at him, his eyes filled with disgust.
"You don't even know this? You still have the nerve to talk about Chuma Xian's inheritance! Water represents wisdom, fire represents strength, thunder represents will, and electricity represents faith. Remember?!"
Yuan Feng asked confused: "Don't thunder and lightning have the same attributes? Is there any obvious difference between will and belief?"
The big man in black said impatiently: "Why are you the only one who talks so much? How can you figure out the will of the Immortal God?! Isn't it possible to double the command flag?!"
Yuan Feng had a dark look on his face, who knows what kind of thing this weird theory could summon...
At this time, Na Zhiyan walked onto the stage holding a sealed lead box and announced loudly: "Please invite the twelve envoys to come forward in order of numbers to accept the guidance of the high priest."
After speaking, press the buckle of the lead box.
With a "click", the box opened, and inside was the blood gallstone!
Yuan Feng's consciousness clearly felt that traces of Yuan Qi spread rapidly in the field, swirling steadily within a hundred meters with the blood gallstone as the center.
The big man in black, ranked No. 1, walked up to the high priest and saluted respectfully.
The high priest raised the whip of King Wu and tapped the drum of King Wen.
There was a crisp sound of "bang", and the body of the big man in black trembled violently.
The high priest slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on his head, chanting an incomprehensible spell.
Yuan Feng could see clearly that a trace of source energy was introduced into the palm of the high priest's hand with the sound of the drum, and then pushed into the body from the Baihui point of the man in black.
After a while, the high priest whispered: "The soul belongs to fire."
The big man in black saluted again, respectfully stepped aside and waited.
The messengers came forward one after another to be "appraised". Most of them were of fire attribute, a few were of water attribute, and the least were thunder and lightning.
The results for the first 11 people are:
There are 5 people with the fire attribute representing strength, and they all practice body refining techniques.
There are three people with the water attribute representing wisdom, and they practice psychic skills.
Looking at the first two items, the soul attributes and the exercises practiced by the messenger still correspond to each other, but the latter part makes Yuan Feng feel incredible.
There are two people with the thunder attribute representing will, and they actually practice illusion...
But the most outrageous thing is the electrical property that represents belief.
There was only one person whose soul belonged to "electricity". Yuan Feng saw that that person's internal scene was distorted and his source energy was turbid. He didn't even know the basic method of controlling source energy, let alone how to practice it. It was just a theory with no reality. What a fucking idiot.
Is this okay? ! The one with the worst qualifications actually got promoted? ! Yuan Feng murmured in his heart, feeling more and more that these people were unreliable...
"Please envoy Yuan Feng No. 12 come forward and accept the high priest's instructions on the soul attributes!" Na Zhiyan shouted.
Yuan Feng strode forward. With his ability, he could switch between the so-called four attributes at will.
It stands to reason that the competition for choosing the "Electricity" group is the least, and they will be steadily promoted to the rank of protector.
But Yuan Feng seemed to disdain to compete with that bastard. A sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he switched his attribute to "Fire"...
"The soul is of fire."
As the high priest announced the results, a disappointed expression seemed to flash across Na Zhiyan's face.
The groups are determined - 6 people are fire, 3 are water, 2 are thunder, and 1 is electric. The God-King, who was not too embarrassed to join in the fun, got into the most competitive group...
The selection of Dharma protectors has officially begun.
The soul attribute of "Electricity" is the only seedling in the group. Before the competition has begun, he has already run to the side of the promotion protector and is leisurely...
Although the two people in the "Thunder" group were both practitioners of illusion, the difference in strength was too big. The winner was decided in less than three rounds, which was really nothing to watch.
However, the three people in the "Water" group were a bit interesting. After they changed their outfits, even Yuan Feng felt his eyes light up.
After being introduced one by one by Na Zhiyan, the three of them appeared on stage one after another.
The first person to take the stage was an extremely ugly middle-aged woman named Wan Yanrong. She wore feathers on her head and colorful linen clothes. She also held a drum in her left hand and a whip in her right hand, just like the high priest.
Yuan Feng also determined from the flow of source energy in her body that she was from the same lineage as the high priest. Not only that, their method of controlling source energy was similar to that of Bai Ye, and it should be a branch of shamanism.
The second person on stage was a Taoist priest, holding a copper coin magic sword in his right hand and a Sanqing magic bell in his left hand. When Yuan Feng saw that the energy in his body was flowing smoothly and naturally, he knew that he must be from a major sect.
Sure enough, even the always arrogant Na Zhiyan respectfully addressed him as Taoist Master.
The man who finally came up had an arrogant face, wearing a white robe and a black hat on his head, looking like a mourner.
As a god king, Yuan Feng regards all things as stupid dogs, but he hates this person to his core. It's not because of the arrogant expression, but because of the strange energy flow in the human body. He deviates from the great road of heaven and earth, and is obviously a heretic.
The so-called heretical ways of the God King are mostly the methods practiced by the demons.
In the age of the God King, the gods and demons have been enemies for generations, and they have fought countless wars, large and small.
In this case, if the person in front of him is worshiped by his old enemy Xianghuo, how could Yuan Feng let him go?
Just when Yuan Feng was looking for an opportunity to make a move, he suddenly heard Zhiyan calling the man Abe Ryohei.
Yuan Feng was stunned. This name should be a follower of a certain vassal state.
At that time, many gods of the vassal country could not understand the great ways of heaven and earth, and could only scratch the surface and find new ways, so many strange methods were born.
"Yes, in this world where the source of Qi has collapsed, how can a mortal be able to cultivate the magic of the demon clan? It seems that I am overly worried..." Yuan Feng was relieved when he thought of this.
After the three people in the "water" group stood still, they began to draw lots.
The rules are simple: two people play against each other, and one person gets a bye. The winner and the bye will fight again, and the winner will be promoted to the guardian.
The result of the draw came out - Abe Ryohei VS Wanyan Rong, Qian Xuan Taoist got a bye.
The audience was completely silent, as everyone seemed to be concerned about finishing this competition.
The members of the Zoroastrian Society who appear here are more or less related to the practitioners.
So except Yuan Feng, everyone else knows that Abe Ryohei is an Onmyoji from Japan.
This game is not only a battle for the guardians, but also a contest between the Chinese inheritance and the Japanese inheritance!
With the sound of a gong, the competition officially began.
Wan Yanrong quickly beat the leather drum in his hand and muttered something.
The source energy released by the blood gallstone was attracted by the sound of the drum, quickly gathered together, and condensed into two translucent spirit wolves at Wanyanrong's feet!
These two spirit wolves have clear outlines and fierce eyes. This summoning technique is much more powerful than Liu Tong's previous one.
"Go away!"
Following Wanyan Rong's order, the two spirit wolves showed their fangs and charged towards their opponents!
Abe Ryohei, on the other hand, looked calm and composed. He waited until the spirit wolf was less than one meter away before slowly flicking his sleeves.
Two palm-sized pieces of paper flew out from the cuffs and landed squarely on the spirit wolf's forehead.
I saw blue thunder and lightning bursting out, and the two spirit wolves suddenly convulsed, letting out bursts of wailing, and dissipated into Qi in an instant!
Wanyan Rong was shocked when he saw that his spell was easily resolved, and then he sounded the drum and recited the incantation again.
"Please God—!"
Yuan Qi in the venue became particularly violent, and Wanyan Rong's originally unsightly appearance became even more distorted under the influence of Yuan Qi.
Gradually, her face turned into the look of a hungry wolf. This technique of inviting gods to take over her body was exactly the same as Huang Sanchi's method.
Wanyan Rong got down on all fours, her nails were like steel nails, and she rushed towards Abe Ryohei like lightning.
That speed is beyond the reach of humans!
Abe Ryohei frowned slightly, drew a circle with his hands gracefully on his chest, then made mudra and recited a spell.
"He summoned the shikigami!" someone in the audience exclaimed.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the afterimage of a huge fox appearing in front of Abe Lianghei, opening its bloody mouth and rushing towards Wanyan Rong!
"Boom——!" There was a loud noise.
In a head-on collision, Wanyan Rong was lifted several meters high and fell heavily off the stage.
"This...is this a loss?!"
"What?! It's such an embarrassment to China!"
Everyone in the audience was talking a lot, and they were very disappointed with Wan Yanrong's performance.
Yuan Feng sat in the waiting area and watched quietly, with a solemn expression.
When he was observing Abe Ryohei just now, he felt that he was worrying too much, but now it seems that is not the case.
Naturally, the magic of those two people could not catch the eye of the God King, but whether it was Wanyan Rong or Abe Ryohei, what they summoned through their psychic skills was not a spiritual beast, but a magical beast!
