Douluo: Eternal Sword Heart

Chapter 49 Disciple Selection Contest
Today, the long-awaited day of the selection contest finally arrived.

The 230 seven disciples in the hall had already lined up on the square. They raised their heads high, their fighting spirit was high, and they all showed their best sides, ready to be bathed in the Holy Light and inspected by the Pope!
Bibi Dong stood on the high platform, looking at the children below who were full of vigor, a little pride appeared on her frosty face.

This is the future of their Spirit Hall.

Not only Bibi Dong felt this way, but even the two Ju Gui standing behind him felt this way.

Looking at this group of young people with high fighting spirit, they are also full of confidence in the future of Wuhundian.

"Today is the day of the selection contest for the disciples in our hall. I hope that all the disciples will not hold back, show their strength to their heart's content, and sprinkle their sweat and blood on the fighting spirit stage."

Bibi Dong said calmly, but the plain words were full of irrefutable majesty.

"it is good!"

Immediately there was thunderous applause from the audience, and everyone blushed with excitement, looking at the Pope above with excitement.

Before the applause subsided, Bibi Dong said loudly again: "Here, we will finally believe that the future belongs to you!"

"it is good!"

Bibi Dong's words ignited the atmosphere of the audience like a bomb, and all the disciples in the audience looked crazy, and a strong fighting spirit was immediately ignited.

After finishing her simple speech, Bibi Dong glanced at Jiang Li and Hu Liena in the crowd, then walked to the Pope's area and sat down.

Unlike the Pope's area, which was full of people, there was no one in the Elder's Hall area, and the thrones placed were empty, which was very deserted.

But no one would care about why the priests in the Hall of Elders didn't come. After all, they didn't even know what the priests looked like, let alone whether they came or not.

The process of the competition started soon, and a group of Wuhundian personnel holding boxes walked up to them and asked them to draw a card representing their identities from the box.

Judging from the results of the previous extraction, the cards should all be represented by numbers.

"Hey, I'm number 7." Hu Liena opened the card and said in surprise.

Hu Liena liked the number seven very much, and it was also her lucky number, so she was so happy when she got the number seven.

"It's your turn." The staff put the box in front of Jiang Li.

Jiang Li was not polite either, he put his hand in, groped for a while, and took out a golden card.

Open the card, and the word 18 is impressively written inside.

"No.18." Jiang Li was a little dissatisfied, this number has no meaning.

Compared with NO.18, he hopes to draw a number six or six six.

Due to the tacit cooperation of the disciples, the lottery ended quickly, and more than two hundred people got the numbers corresponding to their identities.

After reading their numbers, the disciples couldn't help but look at the numbers of the people around them, to see if their future opponents would be right next to them.

"What's your number?"

Xie Yue came over and asked the two of them.

The two didn't hide anything, and each gave out their numbers.

After finishing speaking, Hu Liena still did not forget to show off with a proud face: "Brother, you see, I am number seven."

Looking at her lovely younger sister, Xie Yue showed a rare smile on her face, touched her head and said: "Then you are really lucky."

When her elder brother patted her head in front of her junior brother, Hu Liena immediately felt a little embarrassed, and said shyly, "I'm not a child anymore, bro, don't touch my head."

After finishing speaking, he covered his head tightly with both hands, making an appearance that he would not touch it even if he died.

"You girl." Xie Yue smiled helplessly, but she didn't know what was going on in her heart, so she stopped touching her.

Looking at the two brothers and sisters who had a harmonious relationship, Jiang Li suddenly felt that Xie Yue was not so cold anymore, at least not in front of his family.

"Evil Moon, you."

"Jiang Li, what's your number?"

Jiang Li opened his mouth, and before he finished asking Xie Yue's number, Yan's voice came from the front.

Looking forward, I saw that Yan had already walked in front of him quickly, his strong body was like a city wall blocking him, which felt extremely oppressive.

The surrounding disciples also looked over curiously. They already knew about the conflict between Yan and Jiang Li, and they wanted to see whether it was the Champion King or the Pope's apprentice.

"Eighteen." Jiang Li looked at Yan calmly and said it loudly without any concealment.

Not only Yan, but others also heard Jiang Li's voice.

"Okay, I'll remember you. Please also remember mine, number 45." Yan nodded, turned around and left.

"Yan, wait for me." Saying goodbye to Hu Liena in a hurry, Xie Yue hurriedly caught up with Yan.

"It seems that he really wants to be serious with you." Hu Liena walked to Jiang Li's side and said sadly.

"If he doesn't come seriously, I still look down on him." Jiang Li snorted softly. If Yan really retreated, Jiang Li would really look down on him for the rest of his life.

Hu Liena said angrily, "You are also stubborn."

"I call it persistent, firm!" Jiang Li curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

Hu Liena pouted, "Then it's you."

After waiting for about 5 minutes, a host in a tuxedo walked up to the Soul Fighting Stage, holding a microphone and said loudly, "Everyone, good morning!"

"it is good."

There was moderate applause from the audience.

The host added: "Do you have anything to say about our sixth selection contest?"

"Can you stop moji and just start fighting?" A tall disciple pointed at him and said.

"Uh..." The host's face froze for a moment, and then he smiled awkwardly, "It seems that everyone is full of enthusiasm for the competition. Well, then I won't waste everyone's time. Here I announce that the [-]th Disciple Selection Contest Officially begin!"

As soon as the words fell, the audience erupted in applause like a wave.

The applause could not subside for a long time, and excitement filled everyone's eyes.

The host took out another card, looked at it and said: "The first pair of theaters, number six versus number 45, number eight versus number 77. The second pair of theaters, number one versus No. 12, and number three versus No. 14." .[-] ​​Third vs. Battle Zone."

After a series of listening, Jiang Li didn't hear his own or Hu Liena's, but heard Yan's.

Hearing his number, Yan shook his burly body and strode onto the battle stage.

I don't know which unlucky ghost is fighting Yan, but his complexion is not good, and he seems to have lost his soul.

It is true that the selection contest that has been looking forward to for a whole year is coming to an end at the beginning, who can be happy?
(End of this chapter)