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Bibi Dong's eyes looked at Qian Renxue obscurely, and then lingered on Ye Ling and Tang San.
Obviously, she knew everything that happened on the fighting stage today.
"First of all, congratulations to all of you for standing out from thousands of soul masters and successfully advancing to the individual competition of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Competition."
There was a burst of applause among the sixty-four soul masters. This was the spirit masters belonging to the Spirit Hall and the neutral spirit masters trying to liven up the atmosphere.
However, people like Ye Ling and Tang San just watched coldly.
Bibi Dong ignored the applause and pointed the Pope's scepter in front of her. A large square mahogany box appeared in front of everyone.
The box didn't look like anything special, except for a small hole on the top that was big enough for an arm to fit through.
"This box contains sixty-four wax pills, each wrapped with a note containing a number between one and sixty-four."
The sixty-four advanced soul masters burst into a commotion after seeing the mahogany box, and many of them had already guessed the arrangements for the next competition.
Sure enough, Bibi Dong continued to speak.
"Everyone, please come up and draw lots after I finish speaking."
"After the drawing of lots, the competition will be based on the numbers. One pair equals sixty-four, two pairs equals sixty-three, three pairs equals sixty-two, and so on."
"The second round will then see the winner of number one and number sixty-four face the winner of number two and number sixty-three, and so on, all the way to the final showdown. Do you understand?"
This rule is not complicated, it is even extremely simple.
The souls on the sixty-four fighting spirit platforms were silent for a while, and suddenly someone shouted.
"Your Holiness, how should the order of drawing lots be arranged?"
In fact, when drawing lots, it doesn't really matter who goes first or last.
But no matter what, the person who draws first will always have more choices than the person who draws later.
"In our world of soul masters, strength is respected. Why not use soul power to determine the order of the draw?"
At this moment Ye Ling said loudly.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Facing everyone's gaze, Ye Ling's expression did not change at all. He just stared at Bibi Dong on the stage.
"Young Pavilion Master Ye is right. This method of drawing lots is the fairest."
Although she was a little unhappy about Ye Ling's usurpation of the position, as the provider of the prize, the 100,000-year soul bone, Bibi Dong had to respect some of Ye Ling's decisions in this situation.
There was another commotion in the field. Although a few people had objections, in the end no one dared to refute the common choice of Butian Pavilion and Wuhun Hall.
Bibi Dong looked around, and as the Pope of the Spirit Hall, she suddenly fell silent.
Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction and spoke.
"Since everyone has no objection, please come forward and draw lots."
Following Bibi Dong's words, everyone's gaze on the fighting arena fell on the mahogany box on the stage, and then they all looked at the several soul masters on the fighting arena in the middle.
The strength of these soul masters is obviously much stronger than that of peripheral soul masters.
"I should go first!"
Ye Ling chuckled, and without stepping down from the fighting arena, he just stretched out his hand from a distance.
A wax ball suddenly flew out of the mahogany box and landed in Ye Ling's hand.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong quickly wrapped her mental power around the wax ball flying towards Ye Ling's hand, but it collided with Ye Ling's spirit.
"Hmm…"
Bibi Dong's fingers gripping the Pope's scepter tightened slightly. She didn't gain any advantage from the collision of their mental energies, and she didn't even know which number Ye Ling had drawn.
Feeling the two powerful mental forces colliding with each other in the air, Tang San's mouth tilted slightly.
He did not choose to examine the wax pill in Ye Ling's hand, but used his mental power to quickly go through the numbers of the other wax pills in the box.
"First...Is that so?"
Tang San already knew the number in Ye Ling's hand and couldn't help muttering.
The others were all surprised at Ye Ling's methods, but no one questioned that he was the first person to draw the lot.
You must know that those who can still stay on the fighting arena, even if they are not strong, definitely have brains.
Even though Ye Ling had not revealed his spirit ring during the three-day competition, who would dare to look down on him?
Who else dares to step forward and question?
Even the three golden generation members of Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue, and even Tang San did not dare to step forward and say that Ye Ling should not be the first to draw lots.
After getting the wax ball, Ye Ling was not in a hurry to crush it to check, but just watched others come forward to draw lots with interest.
Others don't have Ye Ling's ability to take things from the air, so they can only go on stage one by one to draw lots.
The second one is naturally Long Aotian, who clearly showed off his eight soul rings, and even one red soul ring.
After a few days, Long Aotian received no less attention than Ye Ling.
Qian Renxue is the third one. She is a seven-ringed Soul Saint with strength close to that of a Soul Douluo and an angel martial soul. Naturally, she is also one of the candidates that attracts a lot of attention.
Ye Guyi is the fourth one. She is also a seven-ring soul saint, but her strength is slightly inferior to Qian Renxue, who has inherited the divine position.
Ji Juechen is the fifth one. As a seven-ringed Soul Saint, he is a practical player.
With a long sword spirit, it is difficult for even ordinary Soul Douluo to defeat him.
Although Tang San has twin martial souls, he is ultimately only a Soul King, so his ranking in the draw is in the middle.
As for the so-called golden generation of the Spirit Hall, their current spirit power is not even as good as Tang San who has attached two spirit rings to the Clear Sky Hammer, so they are also ranked behind.
Except for Ye Ling, the other soul masters who drew the lots immediately crushed the wax pills, checked the numbers they drew, and calculated who their opponents were.
"Ah, I'm twenty-five. Hmm, how many are you?"
"Oh, I'm forty-eight. I don't know what my opponent's number is. Let me calculate..."
There was a sudden commotion in the venue.
"Young Pavilion Master, what number did you draw?"
Even Long Aotian couldn't help but ask Ye Ling.
"I was first, so naturally the number I drew was number one."
Ye Ling smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch the wax ball in his hand. Inside it was a piece of paper with the number "1" written on it.
In fact, the purpose of wrapping the paper with wax balls is to prevent people from cheating.
However, the mental strength of Ye Ling, Bibi Dong and Tang San in the field was enough to penetrate this layer of small wax balls.
"I'm number 34. It looks like I'll meet the Young Master at the very end."
After taking a look at the numbers in his hand, Long Aotian couldn't help but smile.
"If you want to fight me, then don't get eliminated early."
Ye Ling also joked.
This kind of draw actually has some luck involved, and it is very likely that two candidates who have the ability to win the championship will meet each other in advance.
Bibi Dong frowned slightly, then spoke loudly.
"Okay, now that the drawing is complete, you can go to Ghost Douluo and report your names according to your lot numbers."
"We will then announce the schedule of this competition in front of the Pope's Palace."
After a pause, Bibi Dong looked at Ye Ling again.
"Master Ye, do you have anything to say?"