Traveling through the heavens as a myth

Peng Chengye is also the younger brother of the current Bailian Wang Peng Chenglong, and he once competed with Peng Chenglong for the throne.

Peng Chengye failed in the competition, and was lost because of this. The original pill collapsed and eventually disappeared without a trace.

Peng Xiuran thought that based on this relationship, Peng Shaoyuan would not allow Ning Yang to participate in the presidential election.

After all, King Bailian was the nominal ruler of the Bailian dynasty, and he still had to give this face.

Unexpectedly, Peng Shaoyuan glanced at Peng Xiuran, but said, "So what?"

Suddenly, Peng Xiuran was dumbfounded, "But...but, over with King Bailian..."

Peng Shaoyuan looked at Peng Xiuran like an idiot, "I choose the president of the Association of Craftsmen, what do you do with King Bailian?"

Then, Peng Shaoyuan picked up his pen and wrote Ning Yang's name on the roster.

After registration was completed, Ning Yang saluted the three vice-chairmen and turned to leave.

Although Ning Yang found out what the three vice-chairmen were communicating, they didn't hear anything.

This is not surprising, because the three vice-chairmen are talking through the voice transmission.

The matter involves King Bailian, so they naturally need to be more mindful.

Ning Yang thought in his mind as he walked to the Yuanjing elevator.

When signing up just now, Ning Yang saw the name on the roster.

Among them, Peng Xiuran's name is the most conspicuous.

As the vice president and a three-yen soldier, Peng Xiuran also signed up for the presidential election, but the other two vice presidents did not participate.

Except for Peng Xiuran, the other names are also like Lei Guaner, who are all well-known craftsmen in the Craftsman Association.

Most of them are two-yen soldiers, and only a few are one-yen soldiers.

However, it was not this that surprised Ning Yang the most, but the number of applicants.

It was very late when Ning Yang came to sign up, presumably everyone else had already signed up.

But Ning Yang only saw ten Rao names on the roster, including himself.

In other words, less than one-tenth of the elders of the Craftsman Association signed up for the presidential election.

After thinking for a while, Ning Yang wanted to understand the reason.

The biggest reason must be the lack of strength.

As the elders of the Association of Craftsmen, unlike the young craftsmen who are born with calves, they have a clear understanding of their own strength and will not have inexplicable self-confidence.

There are also some elders who should be addicted to refining tools and don't want to waste energy in other areas.

To be president improperly, it makes no difference to them.

A time passed quickly, and a new one came.

Walking on the street, Ning Yang could clearly feel that the mental outlook of the residents of Bailian City had changed.

Sadness is not there, but full of excitement and excitement.

The old man has rested in peace, and now the new man is more important, Ming.

The venue for the presidential election contest was set up next to the square where the president's funeral was previously held.

This is nature, the largest square, next to it is the largest refining competition venue.

This refining equipment competition venue is ten times the size of the previous Shenbing Division Refining Equipment Competition venue, but it can accommodate more than a hundred times more audience.

Following the flow of people to the venue, Ning Yang couldn't help sighing: "It's really big!"

Entering the venue, what you see is a circle of stone steps and a crowd of spectators.

There are ten refining tables in the center of the venue, and each refining table has a radius of one hundred feet, which is enough for a competition.

Just when this thought flashed through Ning Yang's mind, a bell rang.

"Boom"

Chapter 100

The melodious bell sounded.

The bell seemed to have a strange power. The entire venue was originally extremely noisy. When the bell rang, the entire venue suddenly became quiet.

On a high platform, Peng Shaoyuan and Peng Yuchen, the two vice presidents of the Refining Master Association, and many other elders were sitting on the high platform.

Ning Yang glanced away and found that there were ninety-nine people on the platform.

That is, most of the elders of the Association of Craftsmen will serve as judges in this election.

This is the first time so many elders have gathered together!

Therefore, the noise and boiling in the audience area just now can be understood.

Peng Shaoyuan stood on the edge of the high platform, facing ten contestants including Ning Yang and Peng Xiuran, and said in a deep voice: "The President of the Association has passed away, but the Association of Craftsmen cannot be left without a leader. After discussion, we held this presidential election contest. .

"The rules of the competition are very simple. The god gold of the Association of Craftsmen is free to use, and the person who refines the strongest element is the winner!

"The materials are not limited, the time is not limited, you can give full play to your crafting skills, and victory is here!

"I announce that the presidential election contest now begins!"

As soon as Peng Shaoyuan's voice fell, countless black-clothed waiters pushed out of the venue pushing carts, and each cart was covered with red cloth.

In a blink of an eye, there were more than a hundred carts on the side of the venue, but the speed of the carts still did not slow down.

Two quarters of an hour passed, and after the last cart entered the field, there were finally no new carts.

One thousand!

There are a thousand carts in the venue!

Everyone was stunned by this number, whispering and tumult all around.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

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