Chapter 1477

The next morning, early in the morning, chen fan and Han Qingyi came to zongmen square again.

At this moment, countless monks gathered around the square, one by one looking forward to the Deacon standing in front of him to announce the assessment results.

Let's see which one hundred people will be able to set foot on the road to immortality and gain great fortune!

At the top of the list, Wu Chen and the ten elders attended in full attire. Mu Lingsha finds Chen Fan in the crowd, and Liu eyebrows wrinkle tightly. The whole person is also a little nervous.

She has already done everything she can, even putting the position of elder on Chen fan.

Mu Ling will not be implicated in him this time!

And the most important thing is, at this time Chen fan still knew nothing, he did not even have the time to prepare, everything for him, will be an emergency!

"The results of yesterday's Dabi assessment have come out now. Listen to me!"

In full view of the public, a deacon began to read aloud.

"Cholera, Yao Xingtong, Meng Yunshan..."

I only saw one name after another in my mouth. Everyone who was read about it had a look of ecstasy, and sighed that the rapid development of China's economy was just around the corner.

Among these people, chen fan is not included.

In fact, after hearing the name of cholera first appeared, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Facts have proved that Chen Fan's conjecture is correct. After reading the 99th name, chen fan still did not hear his own name.

But read here, the Deacon also suddenly stopped, so across the crowd to see Chen fan.

"What's your name?"

As soon as this speech comes out, chen fan is suddenly stunned and doesn't understand why the Deacon will suddenly talk to himself.

But the more difficult thing is still behind. Chen FA can't remember his name!

Naturally, this name belongs to the original body. Logically speaking, the memory of noumenon is stored in his mind. Chen fan can know everything, but he can't know the name.

"Is it the sequelae of an appendage?"

Chen Fan murmurs to himself in the bottom of his heart, but he has no answer, and now he has no time to think for him.

Looking back on all kinds of situations after he came here to listen to LAN Zong, chen fan had never been called his name when he sent a letter. He was called younger martial brother.

Maybe... Can spell it!

Having made up his mind, chen fan immediately said, "disciple... Chen fan!"

In saying this, chen fan's heart is extremely nervous, he has even forgotten how much time he has not been so nervous.

Today's feeling is like telling a lie that may be punctured at any time in front of countless people. The inner suffering is simply too strong.

However, it is strange that no one refuted after the voice dropped. All the people were acting as they should be. The Deacon nodded and continued: "as for your answer yesterday, after discussing with the elders, the leader felt a little biased. Would you like to debate with others in front of everyone today to prove your theory?"

Chen Fan's heart is mixed with joy and sorrow.

Happy is that after he said the name of Chen fan, he was accepted by zongmen.

What worries him most is that what he worries about most is that it happens.

It was yesterday's answer that led to everything today.

But then how, now far from reaching the dead end, chen fan still has the opportunity to turn over.

This debate in front of the temple was that he grasped the last practical life-saving straw and reported to the Deacon that if the leader and the elder had any questions about my answer, chen fan was willing to explain it again in front of everyone

"Good!" The Deacon nodded, then looked at the other disciples and said, "who would like to stand up and have a debate with Chen fan?"

"I wish to go!"

As soon as the Deacon's voice fell, a familiar voice came from the crowd.

The voice of cholera!