Soon, the competition venue was full of people.

All the disciples who went out to practice and practice have returned today.

Many disciples have been reunited for a long time and have greeted each other today. The venue is noisy and lively.

There is a particularly lively place.

Dozens of young disciples surrounded a tall, burly man with a stubborn face, and from time to time, the man's hearty laughter and bursts of laughter came! It turned out that this man was telling the interesting stories of his experience at the foot of the mountain with his disciples around him.

There is a corner where, although it is a hot summer, the air around it is particularly cold.

A man in red was leaning against a big tree and resting, and no one dared to approach him within three meters.

"Jin Hanche, he is here too."

"Shhh, just keep your voice!"

At this time, a cold-faced woman with slender hair and a tall face in black dress, flew gently into the competition venue, which immediately attracted the attention of people around her.

"Jin Chuan, she is here too!"

"I heard that she was already at the fifth level of the Purple Mansion half a year ago!"

"So amazing!"

"This is the second elder's granddaughter. The second elder personally advises him, so it's naturally amazing!"

The pretty girl wearing a yellow dress noticed this and ran over immediately.

He pulled Jin Chuan's arm and said, "Sister Jin Chuan, you are finally here!"

The woman in black dress smiled slightly at the girl, rubbed the girl's head and said, "Jin Ling, it's been a long time since we saw each other."

"Sister Jin Chuan, have you contacted Senior Brother Yufei? I haven't seen him yet."

The girl in yellow asked.

"He seems to have gone out with his grandfather to do business, probably not back yet!"

The woman in black dress replied.

The man who was still laughing with his disciples around him saw the woman in black and immediately stopped and ran towards the woman.

People around him smiled and said, "Senior Brother Chenhua, don't leave!"

At this moment, the drum sound suddenly stopped and several figures suddenly appeared on the high platform of the competition venue.

After a closer look, the two of them were two old men who played chess yesterday. The old man with a national face stood in the middle, and the old man with a beard next to him was a beard.

In addition to them, there are three old men and a woman in purple.

They emitted strong pressure and the disciples immediately became quiet.

The old man with a national face took a step forward, glanced at the disciples below the stage, and said in a deep voice: "Now, we announced that we will select three disciples from within the sect to compete for the Holy Son on behalf of our Kinmen.

Based on your previous results, 12 were selected to enter today's selection competition.

The Four Presbyterians will announce the list in a while."

"Now I will announce the rules of today's selection competition. You twelve people will draw randomly to determine your opponent. There are two rounds in total, twelve to six, six to three, just don't hurt people until they are played.

The game will be held immediately.”

After the old man with a national face said that, he gave the fourth elder a look.

The fourth elder stepped forward and said, "The candidates to enter this selection competition are Jin Chuan, Jin Hanche, Jin Ling, Jin Chenhua, and Jin Xisheng... You come up and draw lots."

The disciples whose names were called out from the audience were very happy and eager to try.

But at this moment, Jin Ling was a little absent-minded. If you don’t show up again, you will have no chance.

"The competition begins!"

The competition went smoothly, and the disciples in the audience also cheered for the contestants they supported.

The old man with a national face looked depressed in the audience.

These guys only gave us three places to Kinmen this time for the Holy Son.

"Oh... I think my Kinmen was once so powerful, now..." In a blink of an eye, my thoughts were already drifting away.

The competition is over after about a cup of tea.

The final list has been contested.

"Second brother, please announce the final list!"

The fourth elder said respectfully.

"Okay, I announce that the people who will be selecting the Holy Son on behalf of our Kinmen are Jin Chenhua, Jin Chuan and Jin Hanche! The competition is over now..." said the old man with a national face.

"Slowly, I don't agree!"

An old and powerful shout came from the distant sky.

Everyone couldn't help but look up and three figures appeared in the air.

It was Han Yang, Old Jin and Jin Yufei who arrived in turmoil.

In an instant, the three of them fell on the competition ground.

Old Jin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I finally caught up!"

Everyone in the competition court looked at them.

The three old men and the woman in purple frown when they saw Old Jin, their brows furrowed, and most of the other disciples were looking at Han Yang.

There was a hint of curiosity in their eyes, and it was obvious that they all wanted to know who this uninvited guest was.

The three old men and the woman in purple walked upstairs. The woman in purple looked at Old Jin and said, "Sorry, Third Elder, you are late, we have confirmed the list."

Old Jin immediately snorted coldly, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

He said coldly: "You are so unruly. We agreed to select the Holy Sons when I come back.

?

You actually confirmed the list of personnel while I was away. Isn’t it a bit too much?”

The woman in purple immediately snorted contemptuously.

He said, "San, what are you kidding? If you don't come back, are we still not sure about the list?"

Old Jin's gloomy face was a little angry, and he glanced at them coldly.

Han Yang stood next to Mr. Jin with a calm expression, with a playful smile on his lips, looking at the people in front of him.

Obviously, he did not expect that there would be such an infighting in the Kinmen where Mr. Jin was located.

It was interesting, he said something in his heart, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

Jin Yufei stood beside him, glanced at Han Yang, and a few gloating expressions flashed in his eyes.

Boy, it seems that your Holy Son selection cannot be carried out.

God really helped me, and he said proudly in his heart.

This is the woman in purple. She glanced at Han Yang, smiled faintly, stared at Old Jin and asked, "Who is this person?

He isn't the one you found to run for the Son, isn't he?"

After he said this, everyone on the competition court looked at Han Yang, and many young disciples laughed disdainfully.

Obviously, it is ridiculous to find an outsider to run for the Holy Son in their eyes.

Old Jin's face became even more gloomy, and he stared at the woman in purple coldly.

“The rules for the selection of the Holy Son do not say that outsiders are not allowed to participate.

What's more, he is not an outsider.

He is also a practitioner of the Star-Scale Divination Technique. According to the rules of our Star-Scale Divination Platform, he is the one who wins the Star-Scale Divination Platform."

“Oh, is that?

Is he also practicing the Star-Snatching Technique?"
Chapter completed!