Chapter 577: Not optimistic about the game

Lin Miaoran is not the kind of girl who likes to play with small temperaments. She wrinkled her cute little nose at Chu Yan. After seeing Chu Yan's embarrassing look, she quickly recovered her smile and waved at Chu Yan.
At this moment the game has not yet started, and the two are not convenient to move around.
But Lin Miaoran's move at this time was definitely bold.
Because the six major gates present were okay on weekdays, they are now rivals to each other.
If Lin Miaoran's identity is a bit more ordinary, her behavior at this time is expected to be scolded by the deacon.
But now, the deacon just glanced at her and said nothing.
The deacon had an attitude toward Lin Miaoran, but was different with Chu Yan. After a distance, Chu Yan could feel the dissatisfaction of Deacon Xuanyuemen.
And not only the deacon, but the other disciples who are going to participate in the competition, at the moment, looking at Chu Yan, it is also very bad.
But Chu Yan didn't care. He waved his hand toward Lin Miaoran without any notice, greeted him, and then sat down with Li Xiu and others to find a place.
The dissatisfaction of the eyes of Xuanyuemen even worse.
This scene is just an episode for the entire state religion election, but some people have seen it.
At a high place, Elder Xuanyuemen, and also Lu Lei, Master Lin Miaoran, could not help but smile and shook his head: "This child-I can't help but think of when I was young."
This is clearly the maintenance of Lin Miaoran.
With Lu Lei's attitude here, who would dare to say something to Lin Miaoran at Xuanyuemen.
After saying this, Lu Lei's eyes fell to Chu Yan in the distance.
Her eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment, she showed a meaningful look.
On the side of Broken Star Tower, Lian Yongzhi couldn't help but laugh out loud.
As a leading figure in the Ministry of War, Lian Yongzhi spoke well of such things, and Chu Yan's attitude of ignoring Xuanyuemen's disciples made him appreciate it even more.
The monk demands a well-deserved heart. If he always cares about the attitudes of others, holding hands and restraining himself, how can he progress? When it is time to make publicity, it should be publicity, so the behavior just made clear, invisible, and Lian Yongzhi Right style.
The look of Elder Lian at this moment looking at Chu Yan was full of undisguised approval.
The national education election has been held for dozens of times. Although the competition style of each session will change, the general process will not change. Therefore, all the sects are familiar.
The first round was held in three games. The first game was a test of the Broken Star Tower and Cang Yumen.
At the moment, everyone at Cang Yumen was staring at Chu Yan and others.
Shen Huang was also there, but his sight only fell on Shen Qing's body, and everyone else seemed to be non-existent.
When announcing the first game of the Zongmen Gate, the sound of discussions around him also spread.
"Cang Yu Men's luck is really good this time, drawing the weakest broken star tower."
"Yeah, this way you can prepare for the second round."
"The first round consumes less, so it is very dominant in the second round."
"The Broken Star Tower is really miserable. In the last eight sessions, they have not broken the first round."
"Well, there is no way. The Broken Star House is best at array formations and inscriptions. Both of these can only be used as auxiliary functions for fighting. There is no advantage in fighting directly.
"Now the Broken Star Tower is really afraid that it will not be picked up. You see, there are five of their nine disciples.
"The realm is nothing but Cang Yumen. How can this fight be played?"
"If the Broken Star Tower continues like this, then don't be driven over by the Nine Holy Gates."
"The low realm occupies most of it. The Broken Star Tower is ... oh, self-degraded."
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Almost all the arguments are optimistic about Cang Yumen's victory.
"What these people are talking about." Su Jianyuan pouted in dissatisfaction.
These discussions still had some impact on his mood.
Li Xiudan said indifferently: "If there is no way, the broken Star Tower is not good at fighting this thing, it is too deeply rooted in people's hearts."
"In that case, I won't let Cang Yumen win easily." Jiang Chengxin snorted coldly.
As Chu Yan's elder outsider disciples, Jiang Chengxin and others have to Chu Yan that they have to endure these arguments.
Although Chu Yan didn't open his mouth at this moment, but the eyes narrowed slightly, but the light was settled down like the Milky Way.
"I want to change the impression that Broken Star Tower is not good at fighting—"
At the moment, Chu Yan's ears rang the ceremony of receiving hundreds of disciples, and spoke in front of so many deacons.
After a moment, his mouth was raised and he murmured, "I have waited for this opportunity for a long time."
The two teams in the first round have decided, and the next draw is the draw.
The rules of this kind of competition are very simple. The two sects of the battle, the nine disciples of each sect, draw.
The signing number is from one to nine, and then two people with the same number are drawn to fight against each other. The game is not terminated until one of them is knocked down or concedes.
In the nine-player competition, the side that won the last five will enter the next round, and the other side will be eliminated.
In such a game, strength and luck are equally important.
According to the rules of the selection at the beginning, the nine disciples were three of Ningmai Realm, two of which were small and powerful, three of which were two of which were powerful, and three of which were successful.
If the lottery is drawn now, it represents a situation where there may be battles in different realms.
In this case, if you are lucky, the weaker party may still have the opportunity to come back.
But even so, no one is optimistic that the small boat of Broken Star Tower can overturn the giant ship Cangyumen.
After all, if Ming Wen, the formation method, the presence of the six major gates, Broken Star House is recognized as the number one, but the national religion election, it is the strength of each gate.
"Go, draw lots." Fan Cheng greeted everyone.
The voices of the discussions continued around, and even had a lot of words, they had begun to attack the few people in the lowest state of Chu, and suddenly, Fan Cheng's face did not look so good.
"Soon after, they will know what it would be like to be swollen." At this time, Fan Cheng heard Chu Yan's words.
Turning his head and seeing Chu Yan looking at that distant smile, Fan Cheng suddenly developed a pride.
Not only Fan Cheng, but several others also nodded at this moment.
When the lottery was drawn, Jiang Chengxin, Shen Ruihang, and Fan Cheng, who had the highest realm on the side of the Broken Star House, were drawn first, and they won the third, sixth, and seventh, respectively.
Xu Shi, who was in the double condensed state, got the number two.
She understands that her realm is not the highest among the nine, and that she was qualified at that time, not because she was strong, but because she had good luck and was good at escaping. If she faced the challenge, she would probably not be able to hold the quota.
Therefore, Xu Shi's mood at this time must look nervous.