What surprised Qi Yin was that the person standing in front of the lottery table was Ling Manxue.
For these contestants, Ling Manxue is not a very strange person.
After all, she had only been away for more than ten years, and most of these people were already in their twenties, so they must have been impressed by the Titled Douluo-level elders in the organization.
Because Qi Yin's "fashion item" is very similar to Ling Manxue's, everyone's attitude towards Qi Yin has changed subtly from the initial indifference.
After all, most of the soul master's talents come from the inheritance of his parents, and his parents are both titled Douluo, so Qi Yin's talents are self-evident.
Everyone only knew that they were blessed with age.
They were not like Qi Yin and Yao Qingfeng who didn't know anything. Before the game, they knew all the opponents they could inquire about.
Qi Yin had never shown up before, but he had shown his face before. Of course they knew that the eleven-year-old Hun Zun was extremely talented.
However, because of her age, several people did not take her seriously and only regarded her as a lord.
The draw was on a one-on-one basis, and the crowd was randomly divided into two teams before the game started.
Qi Yin was the team standing in front of the drawing table to draw the opponent.
A waiter had already placed the lottery tickets with the names of the people on the opposite side on the table for them to draw. Ling Manxue looked like an examiner to prevent cheating.
Qi Yin originally wanted to rely on the system's ability to cheat and search for the name of the genius surnamed Yao among a bunch of lottery tickets.
Just as he reached out to the number tag with Yao Qingfeng's name written on it, before he could pick it up, he heard Ling Manxue cough lightly.
Qi Yin looked up and found that Ling Manxue had understood her thoughts and threatened her not to use the system.
Qi Yin moved his hand away and picked out one at random.
Ling Manxue seemed to have made a special trip to remind her. After she finished smoking, she returned to the elders' table and sat down.
Qi Yin turned the lot in his hand, and the name on it read Shu Yun.
What a name! Qi Yin's first reaction was not to focus on the important point. Then he turned the sign over, handed it to the waiter to register, and walked out bored.
Anyway, she was not the first one to compete, so she sat aside to watch the match. Qi Yin found a random seat and sat down to wait.
After the battle information was tallied, a host came to the stage to preside over the competition, and the two sides of the first game entered the stage.
Qi Yin had no impression of these two people, but as it was the first match of the day, everyone was very interested in it.
Both of them are soul sect level figures, and their talents are not much different from those of her team members in Wuhun Palace, and most of them are not even as good as those in Wuhun Palace.
Qi Yin shook his head. Falcon was not as rich in knowledge as Wuhun Palace. It would take several more generations to have as many talented people as Wuhun Palace.
Of course, there are also those who are relatively talented and powerful. It can only be said that people are different. Generally speaking, they are not much different from Qi Yin's imagination.
After the two of them had exchanged two moves on the court, Qi Yin knew what was going on, and his eyes unconsciously fell on Yao Qingfeng opposite him.
Not knowing the opponent's strength, Qi Yin still hopes that the opponent can appear in front of her. She cannot completely relax until she fully understands the opponent.
Qi Yin felt a little regretful in his heart when he failed to draw the opponent.
Yao Qingfeng wasn't watching the game seriously either, but since it was the first game after all, he didn't show it that obviously.
While distracted, he only felt an appraising gaze falling on him, and he subconsciously looked towards Qi Yin.
However, Qi Yin had long since withdrawn his gaze, but Yao Qingfeng still intuitively felt that something was wrong with the person in front of him.
The first game came to an end. Neither side made any fatal blows. The injuries suffered by the two were not serious. They were helped off the field and could continue to watch the game.
"In the next match, Sheng Lei will face Yao Qingfeng."
Qi Yin's eyes lit up, and he seemed more excited than Yao Qingfeng's own reaction. Yao Qingfeng felt more and more that something was wrong with Qi Yin.
No matter what he was thinking, Yao Qingfeng still focused on the game in front of him and then slowly walked onto the stage.
The two looked at each other and then released their martial spirits.
What surprised Qi Yin was that Yao Qingfeng's martial spirit was a sword named Chifeng Moon-Zhanying Dao.
The blade with overlapping black and dark blue lines is full of ancient and mysterious atmosphere. First of all, it overwhelms the opponent in terms of momentum.
The lines gradually extend from the handle to one-third of the blade, and then only the dark gray blade remains, but the blade is so sharp that it shines.
The quality of the martial spirit was quite good, and it won everyone's high regard as soon as it was displayed. Even Elder Yao at the table narrowed his eyes proudly.
The Chifeng Moon-Zhanying Sword passed down from the ancestors of the Yao family is a top-notch weapon spirit that combines the five elements of heaven and earth. Not only is it powerful, but its attributes are also unique.
Yao Chi stroked his beard over and over again, sighing secretly:
What a shame that I called my grandson back and saw this scene that shocked the whole audience today!
Although this martial spirit was very powerful, it was a bit awkward in Qi Yin's eyes, simply because she had been too deeply poisoned by the image of Yao Qingfeng, a gentle and noble young man.
She really couldn't imagine what it would be like for him to... show off a big knife with such a face and figure.
However, the people on the field didn't think so much. After all, many of them had seen this scene before.
What shocked them this time was Yao Qingfeng's level.
"Four...level 49! If I remember correctly, he is only twenty-one!"
When Yao Qingfeng reported his level, someone in the spectator seats already exclaimed.
Indeed, the forty-ninth level soul sect in his early twenties is close to the strength of the soul king. It can also be said that he is just one step away from the soul king. His talent is comparable to those two of the golden generation of Wuhun Temple. It is not surprising that everyone is surprised. .
But it was not as good as Hu Liena, so it was no threat to Qi Yin. Now she wanted to see how Yao Qingfeng used this knife.
Yao Qingfeng's opponent, Sheng Lei, was a tall, thin man, an agility and attack spirit master with a midnight spirit, and his strength was only level 46.
"Second Soul Skill, Ghost Dance"
Sheng Lei took the lead in launching the attack. The ghost was already elusive, and coupled with its speed, it had some attribute restraint against a weapon soul master like Yao Qingfeng.
The people present unconsciously sweated for him, but what they obviously didn't expect was that although Yao Qingfeng's speed was lacking, his martial soul attributes were of great help at this moment.
"The third soul skill, Shen Yan's Wrath"
A huge rock appeared in front of Yao Qingfeng. With a flick of his wrist, he blocked all Sheng Lei's attacks and gave the opponent a blow at the same time.
"The third soul skill, ghost clone"
The opponent's reaction was not slow, and he didn't make any rash advances if he failed to hit the target.
