"Brother Yao, which phantom spirit do you think you will show up later?" Ya Ya asked curiously.

"I don't know either..." Sun Yao shook his head.

Zhou Yang also became curious: "Which character do you like most?"

Sun Yao thought about it and issued seven or eight names.

These are all characters in popular works he has come to this world to see.

"I have seen quite a lot. It is said that if you like a character, the probability of showing it is relatively high, although it has some metaphysical meaning." Zhou Yang said.

"Oh? Why don't the senior management directly destroy all useless works? In this way, wouldn't there be more chances of powerful phantom spirits appearing?" Sun Yao asked.

"It's useless to delete it. It's just metaphysics. Some people will also show some phantom spirits that they have never seen before. If they destroy the work, they may destroy that person. This is not fair to them." Zhou Yang replied, "Generally, people with high spiritual power rarely show a phantom spirit, while those with low spiritual power are mostly phantom spirits, but some special and useful phantom spirits are not ruled out."

As the two were talking, the radio began to report some people's names one after another.

The people walked down the stands and entered the center of the Colosseum, where there were three wooden round platforms. These people stood in three rows below the stage, waiting for something.

"What is the order based on?" Sun Yao asked Zhou Yang.

"From the end to the front row," said Zhou Yang.

"Why is it the end-of-stop system? When will I go there?" Sun Yao was a little depressed, "Then what's the point of coming here so early?"

"Of course it makes sense. Here comes lunch later." Zhou Yang said naturally.

"Well."

Sun Yao was speechless for a moment.

"Don't think I'm joking with you. The lunch here is really worth waiting for you. You are afraid that you don't know. There may be a senior executive in Huaxia City standing under your butt, waiting." Zhou Yang looked at the dark air, touched his chin, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Sun Yao subconsciously looked at the floor tiles made of jade under the seat.

At this time, just below him, like the backstage of the Colosseum, there was really a group of busy people. Some of them were wearing uniform white coats and each had a medium-sized communication device, preparing something, while others were dressed casually, with drinks like Coke around them.

"Okay, everything is ready, let the contestants stand on stage."

A man who looked about thirty years old and looked very majestic was instructing the communication channel.

As his words fell, the three contestants walked onto the test platform with nervousness and anticipation.

Almost as they stood firm, three figures appeared on the three holographic images that played the advertisement.

"No. 2 is Su Yuanqi. In the original work, he is a domineering president. He has a standard urban world view. Apart from money ability, there is nothing special." A girl wearing glasses spoke without thinking almost as the image appeared.

A man in a plaid shirt took a sip of Coke and continued casually: "No. 1 is Mutian City, with a low martial arts worldview and little potential. No. 3 is Zhang Yefeng, who is a useless protagonist and has no ability."

"No. 2 is confirmed correctly."

"No. 1 is confirmed correct."

"No. 3 is confirmed correctly."

The white coats rushed to report.

"Hey, what do you think of you? Can there be some characters we don't know about?"

Several men and women in casual clothes smiled immediately.

Several of them also came to the elites who passed the auditions.

But what they are good at is to identify these existing characters.

"Although you guys are amazing, you must also ensure the accuracy of the results. Anyway, if you know the information, it won't take long to check it."

The majestic man said to the few people, and then ordered the communication device: "All three people will be eliminated, the next batch."

"Ning Morong, the heroine of Mary Sue anime, useless."

"Eri Tanaka, she has no ability to develop idol anime."

"Seven Killings, the Assassin of the Middle Martial World, the potential value is medium and above, and you can temporarily stay."

...

The people below the stands kept deciding whether the contestants in the stands were to stay or not, and Sun Yao and the others were also watching the changing magic spirits in the Colosseum at this time.

"It seems that many of these phantom spirits are nothing special. What will these people do in the future?" Sun Yao asked curiously.

"Of course it was eliminated. If it comes from the Lower Fourth District or the Satellite City, if you are willing, you can still stay in the Middle Third District to work." Zhou Yang said for granted.

"What if the spiritual power is very high? For example, what if the Phantom Spirit is unpopular?" Sun Yao couldn't help but worry. It seemed that no one knew the Great Sage in this world, except for his pitiful few book friends...

"You don't have to be nervous. You are in the top 101 spiritual powers. No matter what the magic spirit looks like, you will enter the next round and conduct further investigations."

After hearing Zhou Yang's words, Sun Yao finally fell into his heart.

Next, Sun Yao kept seeing strange phantom spirits from various sects appearing in the holographic images, including beasts.

He was very novel.
Chapter completed!