C63 This was the start of the match that made everyone's eyes pop out!

The golden autumn sun was accompanied by a warm wind that blew across the Jinshanping, brightening up the entire place.

There were a total of forty-eight people participating in the Fang family's contest conference s. From this, it could be seen that the current situation of the Fang family's reproduction was not something that ordinary commoners or small clans could compare with.

The forty-eight Fang family disciples lined up in two phalanx formation as they faced the eastern viewing gallery, listening to the words of Fang Qun, the Fang family's Grand Elder.

He was the second uncle of Fang Hantian, and in the last ten years, he had rarely shown his face. Usually, he lived in seclusion and rarely came out, so it was rare for him to appear.

As a family, if one wanted to stay strong, not only did they have the talent to take on the family's heavy responsibilities, their background was also very important. The most important part of the foundation was whether or not there were experts of the Sect.

Without strong enough experts to guard it, no matter how rich and outstanding a junior was, they could be destroyed overnight. The Eternity Continent had a very glorious history, but in this long history, no one could tell how many families that had once stood out were buried.

It was not because these families were lacking experts. It was that their guardian was seen through by someone in just a few moments, and that meant they were no longer a threat. No matter how powerful an expert was, if they were seen under a microscope, their weaknesses would be amplified infinitely.

Therefore, whether it was a large or small clan, they would try their best to conceal their sect guarding expert. If there was no need, they would not easily appear. Even if he died, he wouldn't proclaim it so brazenly.

Only by doing this would they be able to maintain the fear of the enemy clans and not rashly have any ill intentions. Thus, the clan would be able to survive in a game of wits.

As one of the most powerful members of the Fang Clan, Fang Qun's appearance on the scene naturally caused the various Patriarchs to have the urge to spy on him.

How could Fang Hantian who was at the side not know that these people were all kind on the surface, but in reality, each of them had their own ulterior motives.

According to his original intention, this contest conference did not want any outsiders to come and observe. Unfortunately, Du Ruhai was pressing him too hard, so he could only compromise a little and allow the members of the Black Mountain City's few big families to come and observe.

Since these jackals and tigers were here, Fang Hantian could only invite Fang Qun out. Although doing so would give people a chance to see how strong Fang Qun was, it would still affect the safety of some of the Fang Clan. But at least it was better than not having any sort of deterrence, and causing these clan heads to think that the Fang family could be bullied.

In the end, it was Du Ruyi's fault.

"This woman ?" Fang Hantian subconsciously tightened her fists and sighed in her heart. "Third brother, you probably won't be able to solve this problem even if you personally come."

Fang Qun's lecture was simple and forceful. It summed up into two parts: one was to compete in the rules, and the other was to win and reward. As for the one-sided duel between Fang Shaobai and Fang Shaobai, there was no mention of it.

After the lecture, the contest conference officially started. According to the rules announced by Fang Qun, a total of forty-eight people would undergo four rounds of elimination. Half of them would be eliminated in each round.

After that, the top three contestants would be ranked in the top three, and each would receive a different reward.

Maybe it was because of the huge commotion caused by the battle between Fang Shaobai and his, but this time, the clan's competition had also produced a rich enough prize.

First place: One bottle of Snow Yang Pellet, one bottle of Yuan Yang Pellet, Hong-rank Peak Martial Technique Set

Second place: One bottle of Snow Yang Pellet, one bottle of Essence Replenishing Pill, one set of Hong Pin High Rank Martial Skill.

Third place; One bottle of Snow Sun Pellets; One set of Hong Pao Middle Stage martial skills

There was no need to mention the Snow Sun Pill in this reward. The famed pill of a grade-1 healing pill was an essential part of a practitioner's journey. The Yang Yuan Pill was a peak-first grade cultivation aid pill, and it had an effect on one's Ninth Martial Disciple, even helping them break through to become a warrior.

As for peak Hong grade and high grade martial skills, that was an even greater temptation.

For a moment, all of the forty-eight Fang Family disciples present, including Fang Shaobai, were a little envious. It had to be known that even the current Fang Shaobai's strongest skills "Red Lotus Cut" and "Jadesmoke Life Destruction Vortex" were only Hong Pin High Rank Martial Skill s.

Now that Fang Shaobai had trained her martial arts to such an advanced level, she started to yearn for even more powerful and difficult martial skills.

Therefore, when Fang Qun officially announced the start of the competition, the first round of lottery drawing began as well. From the moment the first lot was drawn, a strong fighting spirit rose from him as wave after wave of momentum began to clash.

The so-called drawing of lots meant that there would be a large box containing forty-eight plates with numbers 1 to 24 inside. Each number had two plates.

The Fang family's disciples would be able to grab two tokens with the same number, then they would become an opponent, and one of them would be directly eliminated.

This method clearly had a huge loophole. In the drawing of lots, if two people who were originally the most powerful or even the last three in the competition were to meet ahead of time, then one of them would be eliminated early and would end up empty-handed.

On the other hand, those with weaker cultivations might encounter those with weaker candidates during the lottery process. It was also possible for them to obtain higher rankings, or even accidentally obtain prizes.

However, no one questioned such a method of drawing lots. One had to know that luck was an essential factor in becoming a powerful warrior. No one could avoid the moment where one's luck would fluctuate.

At the same time, the stronger ones had greater self-confidence and felt that no matter how unlucky they were, they could still eliminate any opponent. The weaker ones felt that it was precisely because of this method that they had such hope.

Therefore, the lottery itself was a test of luck. The Fang family disciples grabbed their number plates one by one and retreated to the side, anxiously waiting for their opponents to appear.

Fang Shaobai also caught his number plate. Ugh, his number was actually 4, this was not a good number.

In next to no time, the forty-eight numbers were already in the hands of the forty-eight Fang Family disciples. Many people looked around nervously, guessing that they were going to be their first opponent. If they were unlucky and couldn't even make it past the first round, then it would be too embarrassing, too depressing.

Fang Shaobai was also guessing, but he wasn't as nervous as the others. He thought wickedly that if she met Fang Shaofeng in the first round, it would be interesting. The people who were paying attention to the contest conference would probably leave after the two of them decided on who was victor, right?

Then he noticed that there were pairs of eyes sizing him up all around, as if they were all eager to meet him in the first round.

This was especially obvious to Fang Shaofeng, but it could be understood that during this period of time, Fang Shaofeng had already mustered all her strength and was waiting for contest conference to properly humiliate Fang Shaobai and force him out of the Fang Family. Of course, she couldn't wait to meet him in the first round.

Fang Shaoying and Fang Yumei had lost face because of Fang Shaobai, so it was normal for them to hold back their anger and want to teach Fang Shaobai a lesson in the contest conference.

However, those who did not have any enmity with Fang Shaobai, were actually waiting eagerly, wishing that they could meet Fang Shaobai in the first round. This was because they felt that Fang Shaobai was a soft persimmon, and that as long as they met him again, they would be able to easily enter the next round.

"F * ck!"

Fang Shaobai raised her middle finger towards all of this. Fine, f * ck, since you want to meet me, then come on, just wait and see who loses to you.

Great Elder Fang Qun's dignified gaze swept across everyone and he shouted, "Right now, all the competitors are heading towards the furthest to the east side with the number 1 card. Head over to number 2, and so on, no one is allowed to mess around with number 3, and no one is allowed to change their card without permission.

All forty-eight of them began to move in an instant, using their numbers to choose their approximate positions. Very quickly, most of them chose their positions and indicated their opponents' numbers. For a moment, there were a few happy families and a few sad families.

Only Fang Shaobai took her time and did not reveal her number. Fang Shaofeng, Fang Shaoying, Fang Yumei, and the others who yearned to meet Fang Shaobai in the first round were all disappointed. Their opponent was already determined, but he was not Fang Shaobai.

"Consider yourself lucky!" Fang Shaofeng's face was dark as she subconsciously muttered: "You better pray that you won't run into me in the next round."

This caused Fang Shaofeng's opponent to be so angry that her face turned black. Although she knew that Fang Shaofeng was muttering towards Fang Shaobai, but f * cking before she even fought, Fang Shaofeng was already prepared to humiliate him in the next round. This clearly showed that he did not put in his eyes.

"Hmph, since you look down on me so much, I don't care what kind of young master you are. Even if I die, I'll give you a good beating."

Even in his dreams Fang Shaofeng would never have thought that just because of a whisper, he would piss off his opponent, and this opponent was a young master from a branch family of the Fang Family.

On the other hand, when Fang Shaobai slowly walked to the front of his opponent, his opponent's face almost instantly darkened. This opponent was a youth who was not of the Fang family's eighth generation. He was only seventeen, and was one year younger than Fang Shaobai.

When he saw that his opponent was Fang Shaobai, this youngster practically cried while holding back his tears, and said incomparably gloomily, "Brother Shaobai, why would my first opponent be you?! You've even killed Du Xingtian, and I can't beat you, I admit defeat!"

Fang Shaobai was stunned, she had admitted defeat just like that, what was going on?