Chapter 4322 Drawing Lots

After so long of exaggeration, the legend of the reincarnation of the Immortal Saint Ancestor has been spread among the major sects. Only the ordinary people do not know what is special about this young man.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ye Junxie stepped under the sky-gazing mirror, the light shone, and then four big characters appeared, Yuanzu Third Grade!

"Well!"

Everyone's eyes widened, wondering if they had seen it wrong.

When it was confirmed that it was indeed the third-grade Yuanzu, the whole audience was in an uproar. This strength was higher than that of the most powerful Baili Xuanyi before, and not even a little bit higher.

"Oh my god, it's actually the third-grade Yuanzu. Who is this? Why is he so powerful?"

"The reincarnation of the Holy Ancestor! It's really the reincarnation of the Holy Ancestor! It would be impossible for anyone else to be so powerful..."

"Oh my God, the legends are all true. The Immortal Saint Ancestor is really reincarnated..." 31?2e3?1?3137??2e31?37?3?52?e3?937

After seeing this result, those who were still a little skeptical immediately gave up their doubts.

Since the start of the Holy Spirit Conference, the first level of Yuan Sheng has appeared, but the third level of Yuan Ancestor is unique. There was none before, and it is estimated that there will not be in the future.

What does this mean? It shows that this young man is definitely the reincarnation of the Immortal Saint Ancestor back then, otherwise it would never be possible.

To have achieved this kind of cultivation in just three months is simply a miracle like a god!

Everyone cheered, Tianwuzong, Ding Yuan, Luo Jisheng and others were overjoyed.

Ye Bufan was not surprised. This guy was a third-grade Yuan Sheng before, and he also took away the Tianjing Divine Fruit. It was completely expected that he had achieved this level of cultivation as a pure spiritual root.

He secretly glanced at Linghu Lige who was sitting in the chair again. The woman looked indifferent and showed no reaction.

But it's normal to think about it. He knew Ye Junxie's strength well and was not as shocked as others.

Baili Xuanyi's face became extremely ugly. He had always been accustomed to being in the limelight, standing out and attracting the attention of thousands of people, but he didn't expect that he would be stepped on by others now.

The most important thing is that the difference in strength is so big that he doesn't even have the courage to challenge. The first-level Yuan Sheng versus the third-level Yuan Ancestor is like an ant or an elephant.

All he can do now is pray secretly, hoping that he will not encounter the opponent in the ring battle, otherwise he will lose even more miserably, and he will not be able to retain even the last trace of face.

Lost, helpless, angry, mixed feelings.

It's just that he can't figure out how the other party's cultivation level can improve so quickly, and he comes from a little-known sect.

The assessment continued. Except for Ye Junxie, the performance of everyone else in the third level of Chaos Holy Realm was much bleak in comparison.

Although the fifth little demon also measured the strength of the second-level Yuan Emperor, it was dimmed by the light of the third-level Yuan Sheng and did not attract too many people's attention.

After another hour, we finally arrived at the first level of the Holy Realm of Chaos. As the weakest existence, even the surrounding audience reacted with lack of interest.

Ye Bufan didn't care about this. He was hiding his strength anyway, so the less people around him would notice, the better.

He has now suppressed his strength to Yuan Emperor level one through the Chaos Sacred Code. This is the result of his repeated calculations. As a Yuan Emperor level powerhouse, it is not impossible to encounter Yuan Sheng fighting at a higher level.

The most important thing now is to see if your skills can deceive the sky-gazing mirror again.

He took a breath, adjusted the chaotic energy in his body to its optimal state, and walked away.

A ray of light shone down on his head, covering him. It seemed to take a little longer than the others, but soon four big characters appeared above his head, Yuan Emperor First Grade.

Ye Bufan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his technique was still effective.

Then Xuanyuan Linglong walked over, and the test result was that Yuan Emperor was in the first grade, and Yu Hualing was in Yuan Emperor's ninth grade.

This result still caused a small fluctuation. After all, this was a disciple from the first level of Chaos Holy Realm.

According to past historical results, it is already remarkable that Emperor Yuan can appear.

Now there are two Yuan Emperors and one Yuan Emperor Ninth Grade, which has really subverted the three views of many experts.

The tests were all over, and the next step was the ranking. After half an hour of sorting, the chief manager Duan Mufeng announced the final results.

The overall cultivation level of this Holy Spirit Conference was somewhat unexpected, and was much higher than before.

According to this ranking, the fifth little demon's second-grade Yuan Emperor was only ranked tenth, Xuanyuan Linglong was finally ranked eleventh, and Yu Hualing was fifteenth.

This is just a preliminary ranking. Cultivation does not equal combat power. The final top ten will be determined through an arena battle.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

After announcing the list of 100 people, Duanmu Feng continued, "The arena battle begins tomorrow, and now I announce the rules..."

The rules were announced soon, and they were somewhat cumbersome, but as an earthling, Ye Bufan could easily understand the logic.

The arena competition is divided into ten games in total, with ten players in each game. Different from random drawing, this time the top ten disciples in cultivation will be used as the seed players.

In other words, starting from Ye Junxie, he defaulted to the No. 1 seed and occupied the No. 1 arena, while Baili Xuanyi defaulted to the No. 2 seed to occupy the No. 2 arena.

The top ten people each occupy a ring, and the remaining ninety people draw lots.

Those who draw No. 1 will go to Arena No. 1, those who draw No. 2 will go to Arena No. 2, and so on, with ten places in each arena.

The rules of the ring battle are also clear, winner takes all, only the last person left in the ring in each ring can advance to the top ten, and all the remaining nine people will be eliminated.

It can be said that this rule is simple and crude, even a little cruel.

But no matter what, it is fair and gives everyone the same opportunity.

After the announcement, the drawing of lots began. The method was not much different from the previous competition. Duanmu Feng raised his hand and waved, and ninety small balls wrapped in light flew into the air.

The remaining ninety disciples were restless for a while, and many of them kept making wishes, hoping to be drawn into a weaker arena.

In the hearts of many people, no matter whether they draw number 1 or number 2, there is only a dead end in the end. If they draw the last number 10, they may still be able to fight.

So before drawing lots, I prayed silently and was extremely nervous.

Ye Bufan didn't care about the result. It didn't matter who he got. He reached out and grabbed it, and a small ball of light fell into his palm.

The light dissipated, and a three-character letter was written on it.

He raised his head and glanced at Chi Ao, who was standing there, and couldn't help but have a playful smile on his lips.

It was true that we were enemies in a narrow road. I didn't expect that I would draw this guy.

At the same time, Chi Ao, who had been paying attention here, also saw the No. 3 ball in his hand and burst into laughter.

"Boy, it seems that God wants you to die. You will die tomorrow!"

Ye Bufan smiled slightly. He was completely too lazy to pay attention to such people, and then looked at the results of other people's draws.

Xuanyuan Linglong was drawn to the fourth stage, and the leader was Duan Fengling.

Yu Hualing was drawn to the seventh stage, and the leader was a core disciple of the Soul Chasing Sect named Ximen Yu, who had the strength of the fifth level of Emperor Yuan.

At the end of the draw, Duan Mufeng announced the final result. The first day of assessment was over, and the arena battle will be held here tomorrow.