<strong>Capítulo 1250: Chapter 1242: Drawing Lots</strong>


    That is to say, the teams’rge energy groups are due to the excessive number of people exchanging spiritual energy within the teams. Averaged out per person, it’s not evenparable to the daily qi exchange of a cultivator at the initial stage of the Golden Elixir Realm—nothing to fear.


    Among these seven teams, besides the “Performance Artists” and “Young Men’s Group” we encountered yesterday, there are five more teams. One team is of average height but with arms almost twice the length of normal people; Xiao Yifei named them the ‘Long Arms’ n.


    There’s also a team of young women dressed in violet artillery coats with gloomy expressions; a dwarf-like team, short in stature like a gnome, not old but with full beards; and a trendy team with a modern vibe, everyone sporting crisp short hair.


    Thest team is even more terrifying,prising only one person, but the energy group he breathes in and out with is of a frightening size, drawing everyone’s attention. Xiao Yifei noticed, this person was eight feet tall, wearing a face mask making it impossible to see his appearance, holding a giant sword taller than a person, sitting cross-legged on the ground with a cold demeanor.


    “Your type,” Xiao Yifei nudged Zhang Po.


    Zhang Po obviously also noticed the person, took a sip from his sk, and wore a serious expression.


    “If we just avoid these seven teams, we have a chance to enter the finals, right?” Chang Wei’s voice carried a hint of glee, as the probability of facing off against these seven out of the twenty teams was not high for him.


    However, Xiao Yifei negated his idea: “No! These seven teams are our target. We’re not here to win any championship or for the ‘Sunme Qilin.’ Our purpose here is to fight, to strengthen ourselves through continual battles with the strong.”


    Zhang Po also agreed with Xiao Yifei’s idea, nodding indifferently.


    “Alright,” Chang Wei sighed reluctantly, but internally he admired these two battle-hungry monsters even more.


    Soon, the morning light fell, and as the sun rose to a certain height, it began to emit blinding sunlight. The participants’ cultivation sessions also gradually ended, and the Xiao Family representatives stepped forward to prepare for the draw ceremony.


    “We ask the participants of each n to send a representative, present your wooden ques to draw lots. The two teams drawn will face each other in the first round. This year’spetition format is the same as usual, adopting a round-robin style. If one side’s members are all defeated, they are deemed losers. Thepetition will begin at fifteen minutes past noon today. Ten teams will be eliminated in the first round, and the remaining ten teams will be paired for the next round by us, the Xiao Family.” The leading Xiao family member pointed to the wooden box in his hand and continued: “Now, representatives please step forward to draw lots.”


    Xiao Yifei handed his wooden que to Zhang Po: “You go.”


    “No, you go; you’re the team’s core.” After the incident in the Chang Family cave, Zhang Po already considered Xiao Yifei as the core in his heart.


    “Alright.” Xiao Yifei nodded, clenching the wooden que in his hand, and walked nervously to the open space in front.


    Representatives from each team also gathered and began drawing their respective opponents in turn.


    The boy from “Young Men’s Group” who they met yesterday also came over, lining up at the back of the line with Xiao Yifei. The boy winked at Xiao Yifei, saying aloud, “I’m looking forward to facing you.”


    The voice was pleasant, with a clear and captivating tone. Xiao Yifei nodded amicably: “Me too.”


    The drawing soon ended, and Xiao Yifei’s team drew number three. The captain was precisely the beast-skin boy seen yesterday, meaning that Xiao Yifei’s first-round opponent was from the “Performance Artists” among the seven teams!


    Aside from Xiao Yifei’s team and the “Performance Artists,” the other five teams did not meet each other.


    Zhang Po’s eyes lit up with irrepressible excitement upon learning the drawing result: “Great draw! Meeting such a powerful opponent in the first round is truly exciting.”


    Xiao Yifei scratched his head, chuckling: “I didn’t expect it to be like this; the remaining five teams seem to have drawn rtively weaker opponents.”


    “That’s fine too; we first strive to advance, increasing our chances of confronting the other five ns in the next round.”


    Perhaps influenced by the two, Chang Wei also began to feel a subtle anticipation for the battle.


    The three of them simultaneously pressed their fists together: “Let’s do this!”


    Time flew by quickly. After some brief banter, it was soon fifteen minutes past noon, and thepetition was about to start.<f39> ?? ??? ???? ?? ???? ???? ???????s, ????s? ??s?? find?novel</f39>


    Following the guide’s direction, the participants arrived at thepetition venue.


    It was a massive martial arts tform, five hundred meters square, located at the center of several small volcanoes, constructed from special materials and stones, giving a strong feeling, clearly intended to prevent unnecessary damage from overly intense participantpetitions.


    At each corner of the martial arts tform stood a stone pir, each carved with the Xiao family’s unique purple me totem. Xiao Yifei noticed that on each of the four pirs sat an elder, aura restrained, unfathomable, giving a profound and enigmatic feeling.


    Below the martial arts tform was arge open space, divided into twenty sections for the participants to rest and await their turn. Xiao Yifei nced over; the area where the fifteenth team was situated was at the edge of the martial arts arena, not offering a very wide view but barely sufficient to see the conditions on the arena.


    The participating teams cleared away yesterday’s chaos, each looking more solemn than the next, contemting potential weaknesses of their respective opponents and the details they needed to pay attention to during battle, making the atmosphere immediately grave and solemn.


    Once all the teams found their areas and settled down, a middle-aged man slowly walked onto the martial arts tform. This man had fiery red hair and a bristly beard, eyes sharp and bright, dressed in a Xiao family’s red robe. However, unlike the other Xiao family members, his coat was embroidered with many mes and cloud totems.


    The man strode confidently, walking firmly to the center of the martial arts tform, surveying the surroundings with a stern expression, exuding an aura of authority without anger, instantly silencing the participants who had be lively due to the impending start of thepetition.


    Seemingly satisfied with the deterrence he brought, the man nodded, then spoke aloud with a resonant voice: “Wee everyone to our n’s annual ‘Martial Artist Conference.’ With so much youthful blood in the cultivation world gathered here today, I feel pleased. I hope everyone participates in thepetition with the spirit of learning from each other, prioritizing friendship overpetition.”


    “Xiao family’s n leader, Xiao Zhendong,” Zhang Po whispered an exnation to Xiao Yifei, then added, “He’s also a strong individual who broke through to the Golden Elixir Realm, even stronger than your father.”


    Xiao Yifei nodded; he clearly sensed the man’s strength too. Without any audio equipment, he could project his voice to every corner of the za. The fearsome energy contained in his voice made Xiao Yifei awe-struck, realizing he couldn’t achieve something like this at his level.


    After a pause, Xiao Zhendong continued: “Thispetition will proceed from team one onwards in sequence. By sunset today and tomorrow, ten teams will be selected to enter the next round, and the finalists willpete against our n’s younger generation. The winner will have a period of solitary interaction with our n’s Holy Beast, the ‘Sunme Qilin,’ and if any participants from outside our n triumph, we, the Xiao Family, will not be stingy.”