C673 Draw Lots

"Then the tea gathering of Martial Dao Tea Party's Wind will begin. " Gudu Yi said faintly.

The Martial Dao Tea Party was the most unique tea gathering in the east of the continent. It was spread across the entire Eastern Continent. In order to distinguish which place it was, one would often add a name to the Martial Dao Tea Party. It was like the Martial Dao Tea Party in the Wind Domain was called the Tea Gathering of the Wind, and the tea gathering in the Snow Region was called the Tea Gathering of Snow. . .

"For the sake of Elder Gudu, I'll let you go this time! Consider yourself lucky!" Bratow looked coldly at Han Shiyun.

Han Shiyun did not let go of the responsibility. His eyes were filled with killing intent. He did not put Bratow's killing intent in his eyes at all. He wanted to kill him, but he also wanted to kill him.

"The Martial Dao Tea Party is a grand ceremony that only happens once every ten years. It is a very grand ceremony. It covered the entire Eastern Continent. Young geniuses, this is your chance. As long as you perform well in the Martial Dao Tea Party. . . It is very likely that you will be accepted as a disciple by the strong, especially the Martial Dao Tea Party that has advanced to the Heavenly Dragon Region. That is even more amazing. I'm afraid that even Grandmasters will flock to you. "

"Alright. I won't say any more nonsense. The Tea Gathering of the Wind has officially begun. "

Boom!

The originally flat center of the square suddenly split open, and a huge arena appeared, standing there.

This arena was specially built by the Heaven Secret Sect to deal with the Martial Dao Tea Party. It was made from precious Profound Iron Steel, and it was enough to withstand the full force of a Sword Lord quasi-expert.

"It's done! The arena had already appeared. The Tea Gathering of Wind should also begin. As usual, draw lots to decide the order of the participants. " Gudu Yi smiled faintly. " There were five people from the Nine Gates of Wind Domain. That's 45 people. "

Whoosh!

A bamboo bucket appeared in Gudu Jian's hand. There were exactly 45 bamboo sticks in it, and one could vaguely see the numbers within.

"There are 45 bamboo sticks in the bucket, which corresponds to 45 geniuses like you, ranging from 1 to 44. However, since there were forty-five of them, the one who drew the number twenty-one was the Space Disk.

In the order of the battle, number 1 corresponds to 44, number 2 corresponds to 43, and so on and so forth, the top 22 will be decided, which is 23 people. . . " Gudu Shi explained the rules of the Martial Dao Tea Party one by one, letting the people who participated in the Martial Dao Tea Party for the first time know the rules.

"The drawing of lots begins now. "

He sprinkled the bamboo bucket in his hand, and the bamboo stick shot out at an incredible speed, flying into the sky.

Swish! Swish!

The genius disciples of the various major powers instantly shot out and snatched the bamboo stick.

"Eh? The Soul Energy can't penetrate it?" Jian Ao was slightly surprised in his heart. He had used the Soul Energy to probe the bamboo stick, but he couldn't find out the number of the bamboo stick. Obviously, there was a restriction placed on it.

But thinking about it, it made sense. If there was no restriction, then it would give people the possibility of cheating. This was out of fairness!

"Hmm?" Jian Ao frowned slightly, but he found out that only four people from the Heaven Secret Sect had been shot out. One of them even took two of them at the same time.

"Four people? Two?" Jian Ao was deep in thought. He thought for a while and finally figured it out. There was still a seeded contestant from the Heaven Secret Sect who had yet to appear. Obviously, he was the trump card of the Heaven Secret Sect.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

After those genius disciples seized the bamboo stick, they turned around and returned. Obviously, they had obtained it.

The bamboo sticks in the air had already been emptied.

"I drew this for you. I don't know if my luck is good or not. " Han Shiyun stood beside Jian Ao and said faintly.

"Number 9. " Jian Ao opened the bamboo stick in his hand.

"Number 18. " Han Shiyun said.