1792: C1792 300 Candidates

C1792 300 Candidates

Bai Weng saw the subtle changes in the scene before his eyes. He looked at Long Bufan calmly with a trace of emotion in his heart.2

As for him, he was the person who held the highest authority in the Temple Hall. In order to seal the primordial spirit of the Demon King from another realm, he had guarded the lightning pool for several hundred years without anyone sharing his bitter feelings with him.

Now that he knew that the Otherworldly Demon Emperor's primordial spirit still existed in the continent of the firmament, other than Bai Weng, there were only the two of them. As for the rest, he did not know. Otherwise, if this news got out, it would definitely cause a panic in the entire continent of the firmament.

And after the panic, it might develop into a hot-headed force that would form an army that would exterminate the devil, and then go kill the primordial spirit of the Otherworldly Demon Emperor. At that time, the more they would help, the busier the situation would become, and they might even break the seal on the primordial spirit of the Otherworldly Demon Emperor, allowing it to take the chance to escape.

As a leader, he was like a general controlling the battlefield. He had to show his strength at all times and not show any sign of weakness in front of his men. Otherwise, if things went on like this for a long time, it would deal a huge blow to the morale of the troops.

And at this moment, Bai Weng seemed to be able to see his own shadow on his body.

At this time, Dragon Fang, who was dressed in white, suddenly stood up. He first bowed to Bai Weng in an extremely courteous manner, then said in a clear voice, "May I ask Sir Bai Weng if this disciple has something he wishes to ask?"

Bai Weng looked at him indifferently, and said: "Speak."

Dragon Fang nodded and pondered for a while. Then, he said, "It is said that before Temple Hall enters the Temple Hall, they would organize a great competition three months ahead of time. The top three hundred outstanding disciples can head to the Fallen Plane to train. However, the teleportation entrance to the Lone Plane will open in ten days. Would the competition still be held in such a short time? "

It had to be said that Dragon Fang had always been a cautious person. His words had indeed hit the nail on the head, causing everyone to immediately recall this seemingly minor but also important matter of principle.

Yeah, in the past, we've always picked the top three hundred disciples to be the candidates for the treasure hunt. But now that the situation has changed, how can we have the time to organize the painstaking Martial Competition?

After all, the number of disciples in the Temple Hall s was enormous. The outer region's Earth Hall and Sky Hall s, as well as the inner region's Five Pavilion Disciples s, were then divided into four main categories, namely Initiation, Ordinary, Core, and Personal Awareness.

Based on past experience, it would take at least two months to complete such an astonishing number of tasks.

But now, with only ten days, where would he have the time to do so?

"I have also thought about the question that you mentioned."

Bai Weng calmly looked at everyone, and said indifferently: "Due to time constraints, I have already decided to cancel this year's Martial Arts Competition."

Hearing this, Long Bufan and the others were shocked, but no one interrupted them. Bai Weng continued to speak, "As for the three hundred people, other than the thirteen of you, the other two hundred and eighty-seven will be chosen from the five great pavilions. I have already let the five pavilion masters choose their own people, they are all direct disciples with the strength of at least half a step into the Zun realm."

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