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When approaching the imperial city, the ancient boat slowly descended, and finally stopped at a side door. Huge ancient boats descended one after another around it, and the supervisors of various tribes led the team to get off the ancient boat.
As soon as Mu Yihong led the team down the ancient boat, he saw the supervisor coming off the ancient boat next to him, and he couldn't help but smiled and cupped his hands at the other party: "Supervisor Yixiao, long time no see, don't come here to be safe."
As if the supervisor didn't hear it, he led the people down.
This move made Mu Yihong quite embarrassed, and he couldn't help shaking his head helplessly.
"Which tribe is the Master Supervisor from? It's crazy." A tribe member following behind couldn't help but say.
"It's not just a supervisor, look at those members of his tribe, all of them are full of arrogance. Huh, don't let me meet them at the selection meeting, or let them experience the power of my eleventh tribe .¡± Li Dong snorted.
"If you meet them, then you can only be prepared to give up." Mo Chen said in a deep voice.
"Why?" Li Dong said displeased. Although he is not the strongest in the eleventh tribe, his strength is only second to the eight tribes. If he really fights for his life, he has a slight chance of winning.
"Just now I was the Supervisor Mu Yixiao of the seventh branch of the tribe." Mo Dust only said this.
"The seventh sub-clan ranked among the top three in the past" Li Dong's face changed slightly.
"That's right!" Mo Chen nodded.
Li Dong and others couldn't help but gasped. Although it was their first time to participate in the selection conference, they had already learned about the previous selection conferences when they were in the eleventh sub-clan.
The seventh sub-tribe can be said to be the strongest clan in the previous selection conferences. Every selection conference as a whole broke into the top three rankings, and even won the first place every three or four sessions.
As for the eleventh sub-tribe, the overall ranking hovers around the thirtieth place. Although it is not at the bottom, it is almost the same.
Now, Li Dong and the others finally understand why Mu Yixiao is so arrogant. With the strength of the top three in the sub-clan, they do have the capital of arrogance. They are almost at the bottom of the ranking. Even if they ignore them, they have nothing to say .
"Are you from the eleventh branch?" At this moment, an old man in a purple robe came out of the sky, followed by two deacons in lavender robes.
"Yes, the chief deacon of the main clan." Mu Yihong said quickly.
The chief deacon of the main clan has always been held by members of the Mu clan. Although they are at the same level as the supervisors of various sub-clans, their status is much higher than that of the supervisors, so Mu Yihong dare not neglect.
"It's time to draw lots." The purple-robed chief deacon took out a jade plate with thirty beads spinning inside.
"Draw lots? Start the selection meeting now? Don't you want to enter the Imperial City first?" Mu Yihong asked in surprise.
"This year's selection meeting has changed, so it is changed to an elimination competition here. The rule of the first round of elimination competition is that the sub-clans ranked at the bottom sixteen will fight against the sub-clans ranked at the top sixteen , the sub-clan ranked sixteenth from the bottom must win two games before they can enter the imperial city, otherwise they will return the same way." The chief deacon in Zipao said lightly.
"Go back the same way What about the ranking? And the ranking of resource supply?" Mu Yihong couldn't help asking, the rules of this year were not only changed, but completely changed.
"The repatriated sub-clans will allocate resources according to the last place in the past. And the excess resources obtained from the original ranking will all be provided to the sub-clans that entered the top three this time." Said the purple robe chief deacon.
Hearing this, the expressions of Mu Yihong and others changed suddenly.
Although the eleventh sub-tribe has ranked around 30th in the past, compared with the last 32nd place, they still get about 20% more resources. Don't underestimate the two percent, it is enough to supply thousands of clan members for distribution. If it is calculated according to the resources at the bottom, then the eleventh tribe will have 20% less resources than the previous ones.
Unless, you can pass the first round of the battle.
However, there are only seven people in the eleventh sub-clan now, and there is not much chance of winning against the top sixteen powerful sub-clans. With five fewer people, the chances of winning are even lower.
The quota has been registered a month ago, and it is too late to change it now.
Hearing this, Mo Chen and the others cast their eyes on Lin Mo frequently. Although it was because of the temporary change of the rules at the selection meeting, part of the reason for the failure of the eleventh tribe in this session will be blamed on Lin Mo.
Mu Tianling's expression on the side was tense.??Before this, she hadn't heard any rumors, but the rules were completely changed as soon as they came. If they couldn't win two games, then the eleventh tribe would not even be able to enter the Imperial City.
Once they return to the eleventh sub-tribe like this, they will be ridiculed by everyone.
"Big Deacon, why was the rule change not notified in advance?" Mu Yihong asked austerely.
"The change of the rules is determined by the elders of the main clan. The significance of the selection conference is to select real talents for our Mu clan. The intention of the elders is naturally to select more outstanding young people. Okay, you can ask more It doesn't make any sense either, let's quickly draw lots." Zipao Chief Deacon said indifferently.
"Um!"
Mu Yihong sighed helplessly, the facts are already like this, it is useless even if they have opinions, this is the decision made by the elders of the main clan, and as the supervisor of the sub-clan, he has no right to change it.
Immediately, Mu Yihong stepped forward, took a deep breath, put his hand into the jade plate, and grabbed a bead directly.
After receiving the beads, the chief deacon in Zipao glanced at the beads, and then at Mu Yihong.
Seeing the expression of the chief deacon in purple robe, Mu Yihong's face changed. He suddenly expected something bad. It is very likely that the luck this time is bad, and the opponent chosen is likely to be the top ten sub-clan.
"You guys are lucky." said the purple-robed deacon.
"Could the chief deacon tell you which sub-clan it is?" Mu Yihong said with a smile on his face, and the rest of the people also showed relief. Could it be the sub-clan that got the sixteenth place?
If it is, then there is still a chance to win two games.
"You have already drawn lots, so of course you can know that it is the seventh branch of the tribe." After the Zipao chief deacon finished speaking, he looked at Mu Yihong and the others with a trace of sympathy.
"The seventh branch of the tribe" Mu Yihong's smile froze.
Mu Tianling's pretty face changed, and the faces of the chief deacon and deacons who followed were as ugly as they wanted. This luck is too bad, and they actually got the seventh branch in one draw.
As for Mo Chen and the others, they became completely silent, and their expressions were extremely dull.
Everyone present knows the strength of the seventh sub-clan. There has never been an exception for the top three strong clans in the previous selection conferences. Any member of the participating clan is released, and it is the top one in the sub-clan.
It can be said that the goal of the Eleventh Sub-tribe's previous selection conferences is to break into the top 20 of the sub-tribes.
And the goal of the seventh sub-tribe is to be the first in the sub-tribe.
There is already a world of difference between the two in terms of goals. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com