The Competition Drawing II

The cultivators of the younger generation immediately flew towards the big ball, and each of them immediately took out a number plate from it.

Ling Yun's women who wanted to participate also moved to pick their numbers, for they couldn't wait to know their first opponent, but he still didn't move to take his.

Not only he, but even Chen Zong and the other young masters and misses still didn't move, and they chose to wait for those people first.

After some time, they all finished taking their numbers, and a screen made of Qi appeared at the side of the big ball, and each participant's name appeared on it according to their number.

Ling Yun's women heaved a sigh of relief, for they did not meet each other, and they were fortunate enough not to have to meet members of those sects and clans in the first round.

Ling Yun chuckled at their reactions and moved to take his number. "99, huh? So who will be my first opponent?"