As we approached the Imperial City, the ancient boat slowly landed and finally docked on a side door. Huge ancient boats fell down one after another. The supervision of various sub-tribes led the team down from the ancient boat.

Mu Yihong just led the team to get off the Guzhou when he saw the supervisory envoy walking down the Guzhou next to him. He couldn't help but smile and bowed to the other party: "Supervisor Yixiao, it's been a long time since we saw you, don't be fine."

The supervisor took the man down as if he hadn't heard it.

This action made Mu Yihong quite embarrassed, and he couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

"What kind of tribe is this supervisor? It's so crazy." A clan member following behind couldn't help but say.

"It's not just the supervisor. Look at his tribe members, all of them are full of arrogance. Humph, don't let me meet them at the selection meeting, otherwise they will let them learn about the power of my 11th tribe." Li Dong snorted.

"If you meet them, you can only make plans to give up." Mo Chen said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Li Dong said unhappily. Although he was not the strongest in the 11th tribe, his strength was second only to the eight tribes. If he really fought his life, he would have a few chances of winning.

"Just just now, the Supervisor Mu Yixiao of the Seventh Division." Mo Chen only said this.

"The seventh tribe in the top three in previous years..." Li Dong's face changed slightly.

"That's right!" Mo Chen nodded.

Li Dong and others couldn't help but take a breath. Although it was their first time participating in the selection conference, they had already learned about the situation of previous selection conferences when they were in the 11th tribe.

The seventh tribe can be said to be the strongest tribe among the previous selection conferences. Every selection conference generally breaks into the top three, and even wins the first place every three or four sessions.

As for the 11th tribe, the overall ranking is around 30th. Although it is not the bottom, it is almost the same.

Now, Li Dong and others finally understood why Mu Yixiao was so arrogant. He had the strength of the top three in the tribe and indeed had the capital of arrogance. They were almost at the end of the ranking. Even if they ignored them, they had nothing to say.

"Are you from the 11th tribe?" At this time, an old man in a purple robe came out of nowhere, followed by two deacons in a lilac robe.

"Yes, the master deacon." Mu Yihong said quickly.

The deacons of the main clan have always been held by people from the Mu imperial clan. Although they are at the same level as the supervisors of each sub-tribe, their status is far higher than that of the supervisors, so Mu Yihong dared not neglect.

"It's time to draw lots." The purple-robed deacon took out a jade plate with thirty beads rotating inside.

"Draw lots? Let's start the selection meeting now? Aren't you going to enter the imperial city first?" Mu Yihong asked in surprise.

"The selection conference of this session will change, so the elimination competition is changed here. The rule of the first round of elimination competition is that the sub-tribes ranked last sixteen will fight against the top sixteen. The sub-tribes ranked last sixteen must win two games before entering the imperial city, otherwise they will return the same way." The purple-robed deacon said lightly.

"Return the same route...what to do if the ranking is? And the ranking of resource supply?" Mu Yihong couldn't help asking. The rules of this session were not just changes, but completely changed.

"The deported sub-tribes will allocate resources according to the last one in the previous year. The excess resources obtained from the original ranking will be provided to the sub-tribes that enter the top three this time." said the purple-robed deacon.

Upon hearing this, Mu Yihong and others' expressions changed suddenly.

Although the 11th tribe ranked around 30 in previous sessions, it still earns about 20% more resources than the last 32nd. Don’t underestimate these 20% as it is enough to be allocated and used by thousands of clan members. If calculated based on the last rank resources, then the 11th tribe will have 20% less resources than the previous sessions.

Unless, the first round of battle can be passed.

However, the 11th tribe now has only seven people. When fighting against the top 16 powerful tribes, there is not much chance of winning. With five less in terms of number of people, the chance of winning is even lower.

The quota was reported a month ago, and now it is too late to change it.

Hearing this, Mo Chen and others turned their eyes to Lin Mo. Although it was because of the temporary change of rules in the selection conference, part of the failure of the 11th tribe in this session will be counted on Lin Mo.

Mu Tianling, who was standing beside her, looked tense. She had never heard any rumors before, but the rules were completely changed as soon as they came. If they could not win two games, then the eleventh tribe could not even enter the Imperial City.

Once you return to the 11th tribe like this, you will be ridiculed by everyone.

"Grand Deacon, why are there no advance notice for the rules to be changed?" Mu Yihong asked in a stern manner.

"The rules change were decided by the elders of the main clan. The significance of the selection meeting is to select real talents for my Mu imperial clan. The elders' intentions are naturally to select better young people. Okay, it doesn't make any sense for you to ask more questions, so you should draw lots as soon as possible." The purple-robed deacon said indifferently.

"Um!"

Mu Yihong sighed helplessly. The facts are already like this. Even if they have any opinions, it is useless. This is the decision made by the elders of the main clan. As the supervisor of the sub-tribe, he has no right to change it.

Immediately, Mu Yihong walked forward, took a deep breath, reached into the jade plate, and grabbed a bead directly.

After taking the beads, the purple-robed deacon glanced at the beads, and then looked at Mu Yihong again.

Seeing the expression of the purple-robed deacon, Mu Yihong's face changed, and he immediately expected something was wrong. It was very likely that he had bad luck this time, and the opponent he chose was probably the top ten tribes.

"You are lucky." said the purple-robed deacon.

"Can the deacon tell which tribe it is?" Mu Yihong said happily, and the others also showed relief. Could it be that they had chosen the 16th tribe?

If so, there is still a chance to win two games.

"You have already drawn the lottery, of course you can know that they are the seventh tribe." After saying that, the big deacon of purple robe looked at Mu Yihong and others with a hint of sympathy.

"The Seventh Division..." Mu Yihong's smile froze.

Mu Tianling's pretty face changed, and the faces of the great deacon, deacon and others who followed him were as ugly as they were. This luck was too bad, and he actually drew the seventh tribe with one stroke.

As for Mo Chen and others, they became silent, and their expressions were extremely awkward.

Everyone present knows how powerful the seventh tribe is. There has never been an exception for the top three strong tribes in previous selection meetings. Any member who participated was released is the top one among the tribes.

It can be said that the goal of the Eleventh Division's previous election conferences is to rush into the top 20 sub-tribes.

However, the target of the seventh tribe is the first in the tribe.

The two are already a difference between heaven and earth in terms of goals.
Chapter completed!