The sect selection of the Demon Sect once every 300 years has begun. The fittest survives. Every time the Demon Sect will select the most elite, most qualified, most sensible, and most demonic 5 to 10 people from the most loyal disciples in red, and the sacred disciples or elders, and the guardians will accept them as disciples, and teach the more advanced secret techniques of the Demon Sect. Every time the winner will have the Demon Sect send out a level nine magic weapon with flying swords as prizes. The competition is very big. Among the 1,000 disciples in red, only 5 to 10 people can be admitted to the Holy Sect, and 10 to 100 people will be selected by the Blood Killing Sect and the Phantom Sect. Of course, the remaining people will only wait until the next selection.

There is a chance. In the meantime, as long as you make great contributions to the Demon Sect, you can go directly to each sect without having to choose. There are even special situations like Yang Yifeng, but this situation is too rare. Yang Yifeng is lucky. When he met Qiye, Qiye was a man of a monarch who was absolutely courageous and tolerant. All of them are Yang Yifeng now. If he meets a little bit of a skill or a vicious person, Yang Yifeng will definitely be strangled in the cradle. This is a problem with different encounters between people. To put it bluntly, it is also a legendary character problem.

Several important leaders of the Demon Sect all walked up to the observation platform with a smile on their faces. But strangely, Qiye, Magic Lightning, and Molei were long-lived with an expression of laughter as if they were about to cry. Yang Yifeng was satisfied and kind, giving people a smile like spring breeze, while Mo Yu was a gloating, yes, and proud smile. The nine elders also sat in one after another, with an expression of being very happy and very happy about the selection. However, their eyes glanced at Qiye and others from time to time, and then they quickly took their eyes back and smiled brighter.

When Huangquan and others were also seated, Qiye had no choice but to announce that the conference had begun. In fact, this selection conference will last for a month, with 1,000 red-clothed disciples, divided into 20 venues and elimination competitions at the same time. It is similar to the 21st century Olympics, but the difference is that this competition is more interesting, such as flying sword magic weapons, strangeness, and all kinds of magic and sword skills. This made Yang Yifeng dazzled, and at the same time he kept proving everything he had seen and learned in the Demon Sect's Cangdian Pavilion, and was also thinking in his mind.

With his own attack method, when there are only 100 people left in the end, these can basically enter the other two sects of the Demon Sect and learn more advanced special secret methods. Then continue to be eliminated, and when there are only 16 people left, the masters of the Demon Sect Holy Sect will take action to conduct personal tests!! Select the right person to enter the Holy Sect! This is similar to the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination. First, choose a key university, then a better school, and then a second-rate, third-rate, and no longer reach the level. But this selection may be a little cruel, right?

Because there are too many people and there are many competition venues, the leaders have to spread out to judge in front of the judgment and find the talents they like. Unfortunately, Yang Yifeng is now a senior figure in the Demon Sect, so he is now sitting alone on the rostrum of the 12th Venue. Watching the disciples below fight for the shortlist, then watching the winner smile, the loser is sad and sad! Even if his life is not guaranteed, the purpose of the Demon Way is to be superior

If you survive the fittest, you deserve to die if you don’t have the ability. After all, the Demon Sect never wants these garbage. Not only the Demon Sect, but also the other sects of the Demon Way, but they are not so big and so cruel. Yang Yifeng kept watching as he was as close as a brother before entering the venue, but after entering the venue, he fought with his lives and tried everything as if the other party was a brother who killed his father’s enemy. From the initial unbearableness, he almost wanted to stop it, to the numbness now.

"Why do they have to fight for this quota? Can't they just stop at the right time?" Yang Yifeng asked in his heart.

"Hey~~~Yifeng, why haven't you matured yet?? Survival of the fittest is the law of nature, no, this is the inevitable law that has existed since the beginning of chaos~!! They are working hard to pursue a higher status, higher cultivation, and more excellent magic weapon. Everything that stands in front must be eliminated, either kill others, or be killed by others. This is their life! The superior, a successful superior, is used to all this. Aren't you always holding on to your enemies?? Why? It's because they provoke you and threaten them.

When you come to you, it threatens your life, status, personal belongings, and even friends and lovers. They also threaten each other's status and future? "Shocked and continued, "This is the law of survival of the demonic way~! In fact, the same is true in all walks of life. In the world of cultivation, there is no right or wrong, there is no law or regulation, only strength! You must have strength! If you are wrong, you can say it is right; if you are right, you can also say it is wrong. No one dares to oppose you, because no one has the strength to oppose you. In order to protect the most precious thing in your heart, what if Yu Tian is an enemy??"

Yang Yifeng watched the disciples of the Demon Sect fight each other without blinking, fighting each other, thinking carefully for a while in his mind, nodding hard and saying, "I understand~!!!"

"We join forces, even if God is a god, don't think I will do what I don't want to do! Because they are not worthy!!! Do whatever I like, as long as I stop me, I will die! No matter what god or demon!!" Yang Yifeng said firmly in his heart.

"Haha~~ It's true~~ That's it. Don't make such a fuss about these small scenes, ah, do you know?" Jingtian agreed and did not forget to tease Yang Yifeng.

"Damn~~What does it mean to make a fuss?" Yang Yifeng made a fierce and shocking opponent with his middle finger.

"Ding~~Bin Ping~~Boom~!" A few sounds woke up Yang Yifeng and the shocking chat. Yang Yifeng looked carefully and found it was him! Hongyang? He was competing at this venue? It seemed that he had competed more than one game. He was so depressed that he was distracted. He didn't look like a judge?
Chapter completed!