It has been a while since the election officially started, east, west, south, north, and all the Yongtie monks and Qingyang monks who were running for the election were desperately rushing towards Qingyang Town.

Fierce battles and fierce battles are happening all the time.

Because there is a lack of one competitor or a roadblock, the chance of getting a promotion quota will be greater.

The election just started a little, and many people had already fallen.

It is hard to imagine what kind of scene will explode when all monks gather outside the South Gate from four directions.

Is it a big melee in the hepatic myelogenesis field?

Or was there a very few people left at that time?

The future is unpredictable, but compared to the hot outside, the first place in Qingyang Town seems too quiet.

In the center of Qingyang Town, in Qingyang College, in the center of a simple but antique room, there are several older monks with a beautiful appearance sitting around an elegant coffee table.

There are 8 monks in the room, most of whom are those who appeared outside the South Gate of Qingyang, presided over this election, and teleported everyone away.

Although there was only one coffee table in the room, there were only three elderly monks with white hair and blue shirts and frosty temples sitting around the coffee table.

There are also five other monks who look younger, who can only sit cross-legged on the ground near the door.

Three of them were the censors who came to Qingyang before and were in charge of the basic three tests.

There are two monks wearing robes symbolizing eternal iron.

Although there were many people gathered in the room, it was extremely quiet and no one spoke.

The whole room was silent, and even the sound of insects and objects crawling away was unavailable.

In the center of the house, the three elders sitting around the table were obviously calmer.

They closed their eyes and sat cross-sitting there.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

The five monks sitting cross-legged at the door seemed more or less restrained.

The three elders who did not speak in front of them all felt a great oppression.

Especially the three censors in Xiding County, they all felt a little restless and looked like they were sitting on pins and needles.

Yan Hongshen and Xu Yi half-opened their eyes, as if they were narrowing into slits, but they didn't dare to glance around, and just stared at the ground in front of them.

On the contrary, here, Xu Rong, the weakest, seemed calm.

Unlike Yan Hongshen and Xu Yi's absent-mindedness, Xu Rong is focusing on covering the land of Qingyang with her own spiritual consciousness, monitoring and supervising the process of the election.

"Hey, why did a dozen monks suddenly walk out of the election territory in the opposite direction?"

The originally peaceful house was interrupted by Xu Rong.

She used her spiritual consciousness to sense that more than a dozen monks were actually heading towards the direction away from Qingyang Town.

It was definitely not lost, because Xu Rong had observed carefully for a while in order to be cautious, and these dozen monks had already walked a distance.

Among these dozen monks, a few were in groups, but more were scattered monks walking out alone, which was extremely strange.

After Xu Rong spoke, Yan Hongshen and Xu Yi were shocked by her side.

Both of them felt as if their hearts had suddenly fallen into a bottomless pit, and they had a little difficulty breathing in an instant.

Yan Hongshen and Xu Yi did not dare to move, nor did they dare to send a message in front of the three elders. They could only glance at Xu Rong with the corners of their eyes, unable to hide the complaints, anger and blame in their eyes.

After Xu Rong's words came out, not only the two of them were unhappy.

One of the three elders who were sitting around the coffee table heard this and raised his eyebrows and showed displeasure.
Chapter completed!