"Yes."

Ning Chuan suppressed his uneasiness and anxiety.

"May I have your name?"

"Disciple Jiechuan!"

"Well, you're out too."

The fake abbot didn't ask much, just said a word, and then continued to select others.

Soon, he selected more than 100 "qualified" monks from the five or six hundred monks.

Everyone who is picked out is extremely happy.

"Okay, there are only these people for the time being. All the monks I have pointed out come with me. As for the others, I will wait in the square first."

The fake abbot gave an order, then took a step and walked towards the Great Hall in the distance.

There were also a group of evil cultivators from the Xuan generation and Hui generation following him.

Only four evil cultivators were left to guard the remaining monks.

The square started to whisper again, and the sound surged.

The monks who were not selected showed despair and looked compassionate.

Many people feel dissatisfied.
Chapter completed!