Douluo's Red Lotus Godzilla

After a few days, Su Ye finally returned to Wuhun Hall.

On this day, the sky is blue and clear, the white clouds are pure and flawless, and the clear sky is vast and boundless. It is a rare good weather. The selection competition that countless handyman disciples have been looking forward to for a long time happens to be held today.

For the servant disciples who have the lowest status in Wuhun Hall and are in the form of servants, this trial is their only chance to make a comeback.

Only when you are promoted to a formal disciple can you enter Wuhundian Academy to practice, enjoy Wuhundian's abundant resources and the teachings of famous teachers, and have a bright future.

However, only the top ten in each trial can be promoted to official disciples, and there are thousands of handyman disciples participating, so the number of places is pitifully small.

You can imagine how intense today's selection competition will be!

As soon as Su Ye returned to the handyman's yard to report, a sturdy man with a sturdy back and a strong back immediately rushed up to meet him and waved to him.

"Su Ye, you're finally back. I thought you wouldn't be able to make it to the trials!" Li Hu said.

"Hurry up and hurry up, we finally arrived in time!"

Su Ye smiled slightly and chatted with Li Hu for a while. Suddenly he thought of something important and asked casually: "What's wrong? Looking at your panicked look, has something happened?"

Hearing this, Li Hu's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly pulled Su Ye to an unattended corner and lowered his voice: "Didn't you hear about that?"

"that matter?"

Su Ye's eyes changed, and he instantly thought of Hua Xuan's murder, but he still asked knowingly: "What's going on? What happened in Wuhun Hall recently? I just came back and I don't know anything!"

"By the way! I forgot you went out that day!"

Li Hu slapped his forehead and suddenly realized: "Then let me tell you, the Wuhun Palace has been in turmoil these days, and just because of one thing, Hua Xuan... was killed!"

"Oh." Su Ye nodded calmly.

"You're not surprised at all?" Seeing Su Ye's calm look, Li Hu suddenly became a little uneasy.

"Is there anything to be surprised about? There are so many masters in Wuhun Palace. Hua Xuan usually acts so arrogantly and domineering. He must have offended many people. It's not surprising at all that he was killed!"

Su Ye said seriously.

"Listening to what you said, it seems to make sense." Li Hu was a little confused and couldn't refute.

"Hua Xuan will die if he dies. It has nothing to do with us anyway, right?" Su Ye said with a faint smile.

"That's right!" Li Hu nodded in agreement: "Things like that of a big shot are indeed too far away from us small handyman disciples. We just need to take care of the things in front of us and strive to become an official disciple as soon as possible.

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After chatting with Li Hu for a while, Su Ye almost understood the current situation of Wuhun Palace. The day Hua Xuan's body was discovered did cause quite a stir. Wuhun Palace sent many strong men to search for traces of the murderer, but nothing was found. In the end, they could only

Let it go.

Hua Xuan is indeed outstanding. He has reached the realm of Soul Sect at a young age. He is a rare genius!

However, a dead genius loses its value!

Just as Su Ye expected, Wuhun Palace would not spend too much energy and time on this dead genius. After the storm passed, everything would return to calm.

The last worries in Su Ye's heart finally dissipated, and he could concentrate on preparing for the trials.

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At noon, the sun is blazing!

The much-anticipated formal disciple selection competition was finally held as scheduled in a wide square in the courtyard.

This time there were more than a thousand contestants, which was very lively and huge.

However, the contestants in this trial are all the handyman disciples of Wuhun Palace, and their strength is all level one or twenty. There are very few soul masters above level thirty. Naturally, a competition of this level cannot attract the big guys of Wuhun Palace.

Pay attention, so the people who come to watch the battle are the middle and lower-level personnel of Wuhun Palace.

The organizing committee of the competition consists of a bishop in black and three deacons in white, who are responsible for the daily process and supervision of the competition.

Since the number of participants was too large and the quality was uneven, the black-clothed bishop who presided over the selection temporarily decided to arrange a knockout match to eliminate the handyman disciples in large numbers and select some relatively outstanding ones for the competition.

The rules of this knockout match are very simple. Groups of a hundred people will fight in batches and wait for the incense to burn out. Those who can finally stand on the field will advance to the main match!

Su Ye was assigned to the first group, and Li Hu was in the ninth group. The two were lucky enough not to become competitors, but with so many groups apart, it was difficult to help each other.

"It's almost time, let's get on with the first group!"

A deacon in white stood up and informed the contestants to prepare for the competition.

Su Ye strode onto the field with firm eyes, and the other ninety-nine contestants also stepped onto the field gearing up, ready to show off their skills.

"Remember, the key points of the selection competition are to end, no life is allowed to be hurt!"

The deacon in white gave serious instructions to the contestants before lighting a stick of incense and finally announced the start of the first elimination round.

The next moment, bright soul rings lit up from all directions, surrounding everyone, releasing a powerful wind.

Most of these people only have the strength of first-level soul masters, and a few are second-level great soul masters. As for the third-level soul masters, Su Ye has not discovered them yet.

Moreover, the configuration of the soul rings is very poor. Most of the great soul masters have one white and one yellow soul ring. Although a few have two yellow soul rings, they are both light yellow and dim in color. It can be seen that the soul rings are only about a hundred years old.

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This kind of strength is simply not enough evidence.

Su Ye looked stern and confident.

"I must be the one who can become an official disciple this year!"

"Hahaha, you trash, stop dreaming!"

"Stop talking nonsense and let me see the real deal!"

Roars sounded one after another, and everyone activated their martial souls, showed their soul rings, raised their soul power to the limit, and fought with all their strength.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hundreds of soul masters were fighting together, and the scene was huge. All kinds of strange martial souls were revealed, and all kinds of soul skills were bombarded. The flames of war filled the entire place!

"kill!"

The black hair in front of Su Ye's forehead was blown by the strong wind, revealing a pair of eyes filled with fighting spirit. The soul power in his body boiled, and he instantly transformed into a humanoid ferocious beast, charging into the crowd menacingly, and started fighting crazily.