Walking side by side all the way, Chen Fan really found that many monks on the road were looking at him with strange eyes.

He sighed in silence, ignoring the gazes of others and rushing forward. Not long after, he and Han Qingyi went to the south of the Zongmen to hold large-scale events or sacrifices and celebrations on the disciples square.

At this moment, a dense crowd of monks had gathered around them, and they were all black when they looked across.

Basically today, as long as the disciples are still in the sect, no matter whether they want to participate in the competition, they are all present.

There are more than 30,000 people in total.

About half of them are going to participate in the big competition and have a rich future for themselves.

The other half are divided into two groups. One of them is that they know that they are still shallow and cannot get any rankings. Therefore, they can watch the battle with peace of mind and only seek to accumulate experience.

The other wave of people is amazing. They are among the top 100 people in the previous Zongmen Grand Competition, which means that these people have been on Dengxian Road before, and now they are the backbone of the Zongmen!

Some have become deacons, and some are still disciples, but they can also help the elders deal with sect affairs.

Originally, this group of people shouldn't be there all together, but today is different. Most of them want to see the sudden rise of Chen Fan in the recent month, and what is the difference!

After all, it rose before the Zongmen Grand Tournament began. This incident was too easy to arouse people's discussion and imagination.

That's why it is so rare to be here today.

Chen Fan looked at this group of people and also felt that they were pointing at him from a distance.

But he doesn't care about it at all.

Just kidding, along the way, he has not received all kinds of insights, and now all this can only be said to be trivial.

On the contrary, what Chen Fan cares more about is the big people sitting upright in the stands of Zongmen Square!

Except for some elders who had to guard all parts of the sect, at this moment, almost all the people in charge of the Lanzong were present.

I saw the head of the man, with white beard and hair, full of spirit, a white robe and a fairy-style bone, holding a handle of floating dust and standing still!

A face is smiling whenever I look at it, and I can't help feeling close.

And this person is the real Wuchen who listens to Lanzong's teaching.

Beside him, at this moment, there are ten elders sitting, basically all look like old people, only the number one elder looks like a young man.

And the ninth elders are middle-aged beautiful women.

These ten elders are different from Elder Qi and others. They don't need to be in charge of the sect gate. They just need to assist the teacher to control the sect. In other words, their gold content is actually much higher than that of Elder Qi.

This can actually be seen from the position of the ranking.

Because just under the top ten elders, it is surprisingly the elder Qi and the elders in charge of alchemy, punishment, spirit beast garden, refining hall, etc.

Among the sects, the concept of hierarchy is the most important. If there is no hierarchy, the sect will not become a sect and it is difficult to manage. Chen Fan still knows this.

At the same time, he also noticed the three hundred deacons standing right in front of the square at the feet of the head teachers and elders!

These are people with extremely high qualifications in the sect, and they also stood out from the Zongmen Grand Competition many years ago, but now, these deacons have become the examiners of the Zongmen Grand Competition.

Now, the first assessment of virtue is about to begin. Some just stepped forward to arrange the disciples to line up and prepare to accept the assessment one by one.

Han Qingyi was placed on Chen Fan's left. As for his right, he was a monk who looked at people with his nostrils. Behind the monk, he was still following an acquaintance!