Mo Tiancan asked foreign aid to draw the lottery, which is of course meaningful.
If it were the three young masters who came to draw lots, Mo Tiancan would not be easy to use his hands and feet.
After all, the organ that was drawn for the first time is no longer suitable.
At the moment, there are only three lottery tokens in the lottery box.
What Mo Tiancan had to do was to forcefully change the positions of the three tokens with the help of supreme internal power.
For example, if you get the No. 3 token, Mo Tiancan can make your hand tremble and fall, and can only draw lots again.
This technique of "beating cattle from the mountain" may harm the three princes and be despised by the elders.
But if it was a foreign aid draw, even if Mo Tiancan cheated, no elder would say anything.
"I'll come first." Deng Jiuling stepped forward and stretched his hand to the draw box.
"I knew you were the first!" Mo Tiancan sneered, and his whole body began to swell.
Deng Jiuling's hand quickly pinched the first token in his hand.
Through the eyes of God, Deng Jiuling discovered that this token was the No. 1 token.
"Great!" Mo Tiancan's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but a touch of ridicule and abuse.
However, the next moment, the smile on Mo Tiancan's face turned stiff.
boom!
While Mo Tiancan was dumbfounded, Deng Jiuling squeezed lightly, and the token instantly turned into powder.
After that, Deng Jiuling picked up the No. 2 token and became a fan.
In the end, Deng Jiuling picked up the last token and quickly left the box.
"No. 3!" Mo Fei's eyes lit up and said excitedly.
"I'm Cao, Mo Fei and Deng Jiuling, are you too lucky? Are they bye again?"
"What kind of world is this? You don't need a competition, just rank in the top two?"
Hum!
The children of the Mo family screamed.
The heroes are also envious, secretly saying that Deng Jiuling is lucky.
"Grand Elder, I'm really sorry, I have heavy hands and crushed the other two tokens." Deng Jiuling shrugged and said jokingly, "But it doesn't matter, I'm bye anyway, it's the same whether they draw lots or not."
puff!
Deng Jiuling stared blankly at Juechen leaving, Mo Tiancan suddenly felt a sweet throat, almost vomiting blood in anger.
"Sister Xiaowu, why is the face of the elder so ugly?" In the crowd, Mo Ruxue was a little curious.
"He was inspired by Deng Jiu." Mo Wu was a little gloating.
"The great elder's internal skills are profound, he wanted to plot against Lord Long."
"Unexpectedly, Lord Long didn't play cards according to common sense and directly crushed the other two tokens."
"This matter surpassed the great elder's expectation, so the great elder was absent for a second."
"A master can decide the outcome in one second, and Master Long took the opportunity to take the token and won the final victory."
Caressing the white beard, butler Mo Fu's old eyes are full of admiration and admiration: "Lord Dragon, regardless of martial arts, talent, tactics, and mastery of losing opportunity, can be called a dragon among people."
"Great, it seems that Young Master Fei and Big Brother Deng may have won the first prize this time." Mo Ruxue was a little excited.
"The Great Elder is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so let's be careful." Mo Wu shook his head and said solemnly.
"Yes." Mo Ruxue nodded.
"The first battle, the ancestors of the white eyebrows, against the sword slaves." Mo Tian's indifferent old voice resounded through the audience in an instant.
"Chang!
As soon as the voice fell, the ancestor Baimei turned into a stream of light, accompanied by a dragon chanting nine heavens, and instantly appeared above the ring.
It's like a great sword!
Wow!
The sleeves of the ancestor Baimei's wide sleeves blow, making him look extremely terrifying.
"The ancestor of Baimei is the eighth-rank pinnacle grandmaster. He has defeated the ninth-rank grandmaster of the Outland. It is extremely powerful. This battle will definitely fight each other." The butler Mo Fu said solemnly.
"I heard that the ancestor Baimei is extremely talented. The reason why he has not broken through to the perfect state is not because he has no strength, but because he has accumulated a lot of strength, hoping to step into the realm of three steps of cultivation." Mo Wu nodded with a solemn expression on his face. .
The three-step realm of cultivation is the foundation for achieving innate and transcendence.
The ancestor Baimei has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and he has not broken through the 9th grade for a long time.
Therefore, such a strong person, even if the 9th Grade Grandmaster came, would have a tingling scalp and would not dare to compete with him.
However, the knife slave didn't take it seriously, walking around shaking the mountain, step by step along the steps, and onto the ring.
"please!"
"please!"
The two clasped their fists and saluted and began to fight.
Boom!
The knife slave smashed the ground with one foot, and slashed at the white-browed ancestor with a stab of fire like a meteor.
"The sword slave has kept the sword for a hundred years, and his palm is a great sword, and this person is also the pinnacle of the eighth rank, and this battle must be wonderful."
"It's a pity that the sword slave does not have the Qinglong Yanyuedao, otherwise the pressure of the white-browed ancestor in this battle will be doubled!"
"It's really a joy in life to see the battle between two top martial arts masters!"
The crowds talked a lot, and they were all a little excited.
Cang!
In the next moment, everyone only noticed a gleam in their eyes, and they saw a bright sword light that lit up the entire sky.
Under the eyes of everyone, the flesh of the slave slave was instantly frozen by the flying snow in the sky.
"dead!"
Boom!
Then, the Tianshuang sword energy of the ancestor Baimei penetrated the heart of the slave slave in an instant.
Rumble!
The next moment, the ice and snow shattered, the knife slave's eyes widened, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.
Don't look down!
The grandmaster of the eighth-rank pinnacle was killed instantly by the ancestor Baimei
Hum!
In this scene, all the heroes were shocked.
"Nine-Rank Realm!"
"God, the ancestor Baimei has already broken through!"
"It's worthy of being a strong man who has accumulated a lot of accumulation, and just broke through from the eighth rank peak, he has stepped into the ninth intermediate level!"
"Amazing my ancestor!"
The eyes of the Mohist disciples were full of shock.
too strong!
It is too strong!
Everyone didn't know that the ancestor Baimei was very strong, but they still did not expect that the ancestor Baimei was so strong.
Nine-Rank Intermediate!
Dang! Dang! Dang!
The ancestor Baimei had just released the seal and broke through, and he was actually so against the sky, then he stepped into the 9th-Rank high-level, even the 9th-Rank, without any suspense.
As for the first step in practice
The three-step state of cultivation is about chance, and it has little to do with talent.
This is also the reason why in history, some people who were unknown in the early stage were able to accumulate and soar into the sky in the later stage.
But it is undeniable that the more powerful the warrior, the greater the chance of breaking through to the "first step in practice" under the accumulation of accumulation.
At this moment, the ancestor of the white eyebrows, with the advanced thunder power, instantly killed the slave slaves and shocked the audience!
"The next battle, Mo Fei will fight Mo Feng." Mo Tiancan's non-emotional voice resounded through the audience in an instant.
Wow! Wow!
As soon as the voice fell, Mo Fei and Mo Feng took to the ring at the same time.
"Sister Xiaowu, the ancestors of Baimei have killed Young Master Yun's foreign aid, this competition still needs to continue?" Mo Ruxue was a little startled.
"If Mofeng can win, you can re-select foreign aid." Mo Wu explained.
The final battle of the battle of inheritance requires foreign aid and the children of the Mo family to fight separately.
For example, the ancestor Baimei just won, the Mohu team scored one.
If Mofeng wins this battle, Mofeng's score is also one.
In this way, the top three still exist, and the draw is re-drawn.
"It turns out that it is." Mo Ruxue nodded.
"please!"
"please!"
Mohu and Mofeng held their fists in salute at the same time.
Cang!
As soon as the voice fell, the long swords of the two were already intertwined.
"What a fast swordsmanship!" Butler Mo Fu was immediately moved.
"The swordsmanship of these two people is not the same!" Mo Wu was also shocked.
"Brother, this ink style is so strong!" Mo Fei lowered his voice and said solemnly.
"This battle will win five to five. Both Mohu and Mofeng may win, and both may lose, but the biggest possibility is a draw." Deng Jiuling said lightly.
"A tie?" Mo Fei was suddenly stunned when he heard this.
However, the following scene proved that Deng Jiuling's words were not unreasonable.
Under everyone's eyes, the sword aura of the two young masters was like a rainbow, and everyone only heard two sword auras, which turned into dragons and galloping.
The two are not even close together!
Time, in one minute and one second, keeps passing by.
The time for a stick of incense will pass soon!
"The time is up, the game is over, this battle-draw!" Mo Tiancan's majestic and old voice resounded through the audience in an instant.
"It turned out to be a tie?"
"Let me go, Master Mo Feng, is it so powerful?"
"The ancestor Baimei won once, and Mofeng has a tie. Isn't it a tie for the overall record?"
Wow!
The audience is boiling!
In the Mohist's battle, a tie is a victory for the weaker side.
Therefore, the total record of this battle is Mo Fei and Mo Feng, and they are advanced at the same time!
Click!
At this moment, Mo Tiancan clenched his fists, and his old eyes were full of anger.
"Elder Bald, your grandson is really amazing, you really can't see it." Mo Tiancan said coldly.
"My grandson has been in Beiming for several years. He fights fierce beasts in the sea every day, and rarely fights people. You don't know his awesomeness, that's normal." Caressing the white beard, the bald elder lightly Said proudly.
"Bei Ming fierce beast?" Upon hearing this, the elders were immediately moved.
Compared with the South China Sea and the East China Sea, the Beiming and the Western Regions are both barbarians.
The western region is deserted with thousands of miles, wind is blowing yellow sand, and the natural environment is extremely harsh.
In order to compete for various resources, the warriors fight against each other, life and death at every turn.
Mo Hu has a talent that is not inferior to that of South China Sea Lord Mo Yu. After many years of life and death battles in the Western Regions, this combat power is naturally very terrifying.
But the ink style is not inferior to the ink tiger, which is strange.
But after listening to the explanation of the bald elder, the elders suddenly realized.
The sea in Beiming is vast, with fierce beasts all over the sea, and even prehistoric beasts.
Mo Feng fought with the beast in this environment, and he could survive for many years. This was already a miracle, and it was normal to achieve extraordinary achievements.
"Elder Bald, is your grandson playing against my son as a fierce beast?" Mo Tiancan frowned, and a vaguely angry face appeared in his eyes.
"If you want to think so, the old man can't help it." The bald elder shrugged, with a playful expression on his face.
"You..." the elder was furious.
"Well, everyone stop arguing and announce that the final battle is coming."
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, the black robe elder hurriedly ended the battle.
"Humph!"
Mo Tiancan flicked his big sleeves, and his majestic and old voice resounded through the audience in an instant:
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