There are only ten positions on the Feng Shui Masters ranking list, which are the top ten in each competition. Wei Mian thought that there would be at most dozens of participants, but he didn't expect so many to come. A rough look shows that there must be at least two hundred people.
Most of them had Asian faces, but Wei Mian also saw blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners, and even a black person.
When participants come in, they will receive a number plate with their name and number on it. After entering, they must take a seat according to the position on the number plate. The numbers are randomly assigned.
Wei Mian is number 99, Zheng Hao is number 38, and Liang Haoran is number 177.
She was in the front middle position, and on her left was an older man wearing a gray coat, with gray hair and a thin build.
When he saw Wei Mian coming, he didn't even glance at him.
The one on the right is a woman in her thirties, wearing a pair of round-framed glasses. She is very pretty and looks kind. When she smiles, she has a dimple on one cheek.
She smiled at Wei Mian, which was considered a greeting.
Wei Mian smiled back and sat down in his seat.
As she walked along just now, she took a rough look at everyone in the venue and could feel that most of them were ordinary people, and only a few had spiritual energy flowing around them.
Of course, there might be someone with a technique similar to hers who could gather the spiritual energy around the body inside without revealing any clues.
Wei Mian also saw a familiar face among these people - Yang Tiangang.
I seem to have heard that he was also on the Feng Shui Master rankings before, but his ranking was lower. Judging from his complacent look, he must have made some preparations.
Wei Mian didn't know that Yang Tiangang had been having a hard time recently.
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