Tongtian Island is the core island of the Mohist family, and it is also the island where the direct descendants live. It contains a very rich spiritual aura of heaven and earth.
And the Tongtian Hall is the place where the aura is the most boiling in the Tongtian Island.
At this moment, Deng Jiuling and the top five in the third pass were standing quietly on the huge square below the Tongtian Hall.
"Today, among the five princes, they will compete for the final champion."
Standing on the steps at the entrance of the main hall, the great elder Mo Tiancan's majestic and old voice resounded through the audience in an instant.
"The five princes are ranked in no particular order, Mohu, Mofeng, Mohei, Mobai, Mofei in order."
With Mo Tiancan's words settled, the five princes stepped forward at the same time and stood respectfully.
"The top five foreign aids are listed in no particular order, followed by the ancestors of Baimei, the ancestors of the fire, the master of Xinghuo, the slave of the sword, and the Deng Jiuling."
As soon as Mo Tiancan said this, Deng Jiuling and the five major foreign aids stepped forward together, becoming horns to each other.
The heroes looked at each other, and their eyes were full of boiling war.
"The five great young masters and the five great foreign aids are fighting with each other and eliminated step by step. Whoever can support it to the end is the final winner." Mo Tiancan explained the rules.
Five princes, five foreign aids, a total of five teams.
In the first round, the top three in the final!
In the second round, the top two in the final!
The third round, the championship!
Who can become the final champion, who can aspire to inherit the sequence!
After Mo Tiancan said these words, the group of heroes watching the battle below all became boiling.
"Sister Xiaowu, the five teams will fight the top three with money. Isn't there one person who can be bye?" Mo Ruxue said curiously.
"Yes, and this squad that was emptied bye must be the ancestor of Mohu and Baimei." Mo Wu said with a small mouth, unhappy.
"Well, that's too unfair, right?" Mo Ruxuedai frowned slightly, a little unhappy.
"In this world, there is no absolute fairness. Master Fei's ability to reach the top five is actually quite fair." Butler Mo Fu said with a sigh.
Among the five eldest sons, only Mo Fei is a collateral, and the others are direct sons.
Although everyone is well aware, the other direct descendants just accompany the prince to study.
Because the candidate appointed by the Presbyterian Church is Mohu.
For this reason, Mohu's foreign aid was even replaced by the Mohist, the top ten ancestor-Baimei!
Although the other four foreign aids are strong, it is impossible to compare with the Baimei ancestor who has been practicing for a hundred years and has a fierce reputation in the South China Sea.
Not only that, in order to save Mohu's strength, the elders will even cheat and let Mohu bye!
Not only could Mo Wu see this point, but in fact, many smart people present could also guess it.
But so what
As Mo Fu said, there has never been absolute fairness in this world.
Some are just relatively fair.
If you want rights, you must rely on your own strength to fight for it.
After all, although the Presbyterian Church is too much, if Deng Jiuling and Mo Fei are strong enough, it is not without the opportunity to counterattack.
It's just that everyone knows that the probability of this counterattack is very low, almost close to zero.
"Elder Black." Mo Tiancan said suddenly.
"Yes." Heipao elder held the lottery box and walked all the way to the five princes.
"They cheated in the lottery box, you should be the first to draw the lottery." Deng Jiuling passed the secret.
"Yes." Mo Fei nodded, and Stride Meteor responded to the black robe elder: "I am willing to draw the first lot."
After finishing speaking, before Elder Hei woke up, Mo Fei's hand had already touched the lottery box.
"No. 3!" Mo Fei held up the token high, his eyes full of excitement.
"Great, it's Master Fei bye!" Mo Ruxue smiled.
"Deng Jiuling is still smart." Mo Wu applauded.
"Sister Xiaowu, isn't this Young Master Fei going to draw lots? What does it have to do with Big Brother Deng?" Mo Ruxue was a little confused.
"There are organs in the lottery box. The top five tokens are all No. 3. No matter what, the first lottery person will be able to draw No. 3 100%."
"Once the token is picked up, the mechanism will be activated, allowing the lower level and the upper level to exchange positions. The lower level is the other four tokens, and the upper level tokens will be replaced."
"In this way, as long as the Mohu draws the first lot, he will definitely get a bye, and no one else will find a rebuttal interface."
Mo Wu explained this way, and Mo Ruxue was speechless: "So, wouldn't the old men in the Presbyterian Church be very angry?"
"When you get angry, get angry. Who made them so shameless? They deserve it!" Mo Wu stuck out his tongue and looked disdainful.
Mo Wu's guess was correct. At this moment, the black robe elder's face was as black as pig liver.
Great Elder Mo Tiancan, his eyes almost burst into flames.
Even after Mo Tiancan announced that he would not be ranked, he actually knew that Mo Fei was the last from the order of reciting the names.
According to the rules, Mo Fei was the last one to win the lottery.
Unexpectedly, Mo Fei didn't play the cards according to the routine and was the first to draw the lottery, which was embarrassing.
Mo Fei, bye!
Deng Jiuling, bye!
When the result of the draw was announced, the group of heroes were boiling.
"I'll go, Master Fei is so smart."
"It's smart and there's a fart. Even if he has a bye this time, next time he can have a bye?"
"That's it, just a collateral child, is it possible that he can turn the sky?"
There was a commotion among the Mohist disciples, and the verification code was full of disdain.
"At the beginning of the first round, Mofeng vs. Mo Bai, Master Blaze vs. Sword Slave."
Mo Tiancan's majestic and old voice resounded across the sky in an instant.
As soon as the voice fell, Mo Feng and Mo Bai jumped into the air at the same time and stepped onto the ring above the square.
"please!"
"please!"
The two sons held their fists in salute and drew their swords at the same time.
Cang!
But seeing Mo Feng's arrow like a rainbow, Mo Bai hadn't awakened, and a long sword was already on his neck.
"This battle, Mo Feng, win!" Mo Tiancan's old voice resounded throughout the audience.
Hum!
The group shakes!
"Mo Feng, is it so powerful?"
"I'll go, Master Feng's combat effectiveness is not inferior to Master Tiger, but he has been pretending to be a pig and eating tigers, and he has tolerated to the last level?"
"No wonder Master Feng can get Miss Mo Wu's sword slave, it's awesome."
There was a commotion among the children of the Mo family, and their eyes were full of shock.
Even the elders of the Mo family on the high platform are incredible, their eyes are brilliant.
"Brother, Mo Feng is not easy, he is not only cruel, but also unbearable. He is a talent who does big things." Elder Hei said solemnly.
"Elder Bald, you really cultivated a good grandson, huh!" Mo Tiancan's eyes were gloomy and a little angry.
In the battle for the inheritance of the third generation of the children of the Mo family, Mo Jiande originally won the first prize. There is no suspense about this matter.
Unexpectedly, accidents continued. First Mo Jiande disappeared, and Mo Liancheng was killed by Deng Jiuling.
For Deng Jiuling, the dark horse, Mo Tian was very upset, and even let the ancestor Baimei assist Mohu.
Unexpectedly, in the last battle, the evil spirit of Mo Feng appeared again, and Mo Tiancun suddenly became angry.
"Elder, my grandson is also a direct descendant of the Mo family anyway, your righteous son Mohu, but there is no blood of my Mo family in his body."
Stroking the white beard lightly, the bald elder said with disdain: "The third generation of my Mo family is related to the prosperity and decline of the Mo family in the next hundred years. How can it be handed over to an outsider."
"You..." Hearing this, Mo Tiancan was furious.
"Forget it, the game is the first place, let's talk about the result." The black robe elder quickly stood up and finished the game.
Mo Tiancun is the elder of the Mo family's direct line. Not only is his martial arts exceptionally high, but he also has a high authority in the Mo family.
But this time it is about future inheritance. Some elders are selfish and want to grab food from Mo Tiancun's mouth. This is also normal.
What Mo Tiancan didn't expect was that the name hidden by the bald elder was hidden until the final champion was exposed.
"If you knew that Mo, etc. are so powerful, the old man shouldn't give the sword slave to Mo Feng!" The more Mo Tiancan thought about it, the more he became angry.
The next battle is Mohu vs. Mohei.
"please!"
"please!"
Mo Hu and Mo Hei clasped their fists and saluted, and began to fight.
Boom!
After Mo Hei said the word "please", Mo Hu turned into an afterimage and appeared behind Mo Hei.
Sla!
Under the eyes of everyone, Mo Tiger grabbed it with a paw, and Mo Hei instantly fell to the ground, lying in a pool of blood.
"Brother, you... so hot!"
Boom!
Mo Hei's eyes widened, completely losing his breath of life.
"Brother Black, you are blocking my way to advancement, non-toxic and not a husband, you deserve it, bah!
"A spit on the ground, Mo Hu looked awkward.
"This battle, Mo Tiger, win!" Mo Tiancan's majestic and old voice resounded through the audience.
"This Mohu is cruel." Mo Ruxue was a little scared.
"Mo Hu is not our Mo family, but just the son of Mo Tiancan. He killed our Mo family's direct line, naturally without any psychological pressure." Mo Wu looked upset.
"Mohu fights life and death in the Western Regions all the year round. In terms of talent, he is not inferior to Mr. Mo Yu, and he is second only to Mr. Mo Yu in terms of strength. If this person really becomes the head of my Mo family, it is definitely not the clothes of my Mo family." Mo Fu looked worried. .
Mo Hu Lei Ting killed Mo Bai in a second, killing and decisively, without giving a look on his face, which immediately shocked everyone.
But the elders of the Mo family's direct line were expressionless, and seemed to be accustomed to such things.
"Elder Bald, my righteous son has heavy hands. If you tear your grandson in a while, don't blame the old man for not reminding him." Mo Tiancan said triumphantly.
"My grandson has a bad temper. If a sword kills your righteous son, don't blame the old man for not reminding him." The bald elder retorted politely.
"You..." Mo Tiancan suddenly became furious.
"Elder, we should continue to draw lots." The black-robed old man stood up and ended the game.
"This time the old man is here to draw the lot!" Mo Tiancan picked up the lottery box and walked all the way to the square.
Mo Fei was caught by a bye just now, this made Mo Tiancan very unhappy.
Now that he saw the terrifying strength of the bald elder grandson Mo Feng, Mo Tiancun was even more furious.
"This time the old man personally controls the lottery, I don't believe that Mo Fei can have a bye!"
There was a cruel sneer at the corner of his mouth, Mo Tiancan thought secretly.
"For this draw, your foreign aid is here!" Mo Tiancan's majestic and old voice resounded through the audience.