Yue Zhuoqun narrowed his eyes, seemed to have made a decision, and whispered a few words to Elder Lu. Elder Lu rolled his eyes, revealed a look of joy, and hurried away.
Jiang Yixue's Misty Rain Sword Technique was like a flash of lightning, illuminating the top of Mount Huashan, stunning everyone's eyes and making the results of the Xuan-level ancient martial arts competition even more confusing.
Yue Zhuoqun stood up from his seat and said with a sinister smile: "The second round of our Xuan-level group has ended. Congratulations to the five winners for entering the third round. Because there are five winners, only two groups can be formed to compete. The remaining fifth person will enter the draw and have two byes. The person with a bye will compete in the fifth round with the winners of the other two groups. Don't worry, the draw is selected by the computer and is very fair. Do you think it is feasible?"
While Yue Zhuoqun was speaking, he glanced cautiously in Ye Feng's direction. Seeing that Ye Feng was not sitting at his seat, he felt relieved. As long as this guy was not there, no one would cause trouble.
Mr. Mo Da nodded: "No problem for me."
Taoist Master Chongxu and Zen Master Zhikong looked at each other. Their disciples had already lost the qualifications to continue the competition, so there was no need to ask for their opinions.
Du Zhong smiled and nodded, "We have no problem with the official. Brother Ye went to the toilet, so he should be fine too."
Yue Zhuoqun deliberately looked calm, but his eyes were filled with suppressed joy: "Since there are no problems, Elder Lu, you can start drawing lots and see who is so lucky to get two byes and go directly to the finals."
Elder Lu held the laptop computer, looked at Yue Zhuoqun, and started the lottery app.
In fact, this lottery process seemed to be completely controlled by a computer and was very fair, but the program had been tampered with by Elder Lu, and only Elder Lu and Yue Zhuoqun knew about it.
The names of the five winners of the second round have been entered into the computer, and the screen has begun to scroll rapidly. As long as Elder Lu clicks any key, the screen will stop scrolling and the names of the people who have been given a bye will be displayed.
Elder Lu was about to press the button, but was stopped by Yue Zhuoqun. Yue Zhuoqun had a cunning look in his eyes: "For the sake of fairness, how about we let Mr. Du Zhongdu press the button?"
Elder Lu had a look of admiration on his face. The sect leader's suggestion was brilliant. Let Du Zhong press the button. Even if Ye Feng came back and felt it was unfair, it would have nothing to do with the sect leader. Let him go and settle the score with Du Zhong.
Du Zhong had no idea that Yue Zhuoqun was setting a trap for him. Since he was an official representative, the official should support this move that demonstrated fairness.
"Okay, I'll press it then."
Du Zhong wiped his fingers and gently pressed a random key on the laptop.
The computer screen scrolled gradually until the last name appeared on the screen.
When Elder Lu and Yue Zhuoqun saw the name of the person who was not in the rotation, their faces changed drastically at the same time. Yue Zhuoqun's eyes were full of fire, and he glared at Elder Lu with hatred, while Elder Lu stood there in a daze as if he had lost his soul.
Ye Feng returned to his seat with a smile on his face, and asked Yue Zhuoqun with a wicked smile: "Sect Master Yue, what's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?"
Yue Zhuoqun forced a smile, but his facial muscles tensed up and he couldn't smile: "I didn't sleep well last night, I caught a cold, and I feel a little uncomfortable."
The leaders of various factions on the rostrum all saw clearly the name of the person who was given a bye on the computer screen. It was none other than Jiang Yixue.
Elder Lu grabbed his hair fiercely. He had clearly set the name of the bye to Zhou Taiyin from his own sect backstage, so how could it become Jiang Yixue? How was this possible
Looking at Elder Lu's confused and painful expression, Ye Feng laughed secretly.
All of this was Ye Feng's way of treating others in their own way.
When Elder Lu and Yue Zhuoqun were whispering to each other, Ye Feng felt that the two of them looked sneaky, so he eavesdropped on their conversation with his mind. After hearing this, Ye Feng was so angry that he really wanted to beat Yue Zhuoqun up on the spot.
It turned out that Yue Zhuoqun had instructed Elder Lu to modify the background program of the lottery so that when the lottery was drawn and the scrolling stopped, the name of his disciple Zhou Taiyin would be displayed on the screen.
Ye Feng knew that even if he stopped them now, they would still cheat when he was not paying attention.
So Ye Feng did not expose their cheating plot in public, but decided to go all out. He used the excuse of going to the toilet and quietly followed Elder Lu.
When Elder Lu was modifying the background, Ye Feng used his mind to penetrate into Elder Lu's brain and shouted, "Change your name to Jiang Yixue."
Elder Lu was only at the peak of the Heavenly Level, so how could he withstand Ye Feng's mental attack? He obeyed obediently and changed the name of the person in the backstage to Jiang Yixue, but he always thought he changed it to Zhou Taiyin.
As a result, in full view of everyone, Jiang Yixue was the one who got a bye.
When Jiang Yixue's name appeared on the screen, Elder Lu wanted to die, not understanding why he had helped Jiang Yixue cheat.
Du Zhong had no idea that there were so many stories behind the drawing of lots. When he saw Jiang Yixue's name on the screen, he felt happy for Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue.
"Haha, Jiang Yixue is really lucky. She got two byes and went straight to the finals."
Seeing Yue Zhuoqun's bitter face, Ye Feng almost laughed out loud, but he restrained himself from laughing too obviously: "Brother Du, you are lucky. You just pressed lightly and our Jiang Yixue won the prize."
Yue Zhuoqun turned his head away and pretended that he saw nothing. Ye Feng guessed that his heart was bleeding and he wished he could cut Elder Lu into pieces immediately.
Yue Zhuoqun gave the iPad to Du Zhong with a wry smile: "Mr. Du, I feel a little uncomfortable. You will decide the grouping for the next competition."
Du Zhong took the iPad and looked at the list of five people who entered the third round: "Okay, Jiang Yixue has a bye, so we don't have to consider her. The four of us will be divided into two groups, Luo Feng from the official team, Ge Ming from Fangcun Mountain, and Liu Zhi and Zhou Taiyin from Taiyi Sect. We can't let the two of you from Taiyi Sect quarrel among yourselves, there is only one way to divide them, let Luo Feng face Liu Zhi, and Ge Ming face Zhou Taiyin. Sect Master Yue, is it okay for me to divide them this way?"
Since we cannot allow our disciples to have a bye, we can only pray that they can win the competition and advance to the fourth round.
Yue Zhuoqun pretended to smile generously and said, "It's fair to divide it this way. Let's do it according to Mr. Du's opinion."
Seeing that she was lucky enough to have two byes and go directly to the finals, Jiang Yixue was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth.
Jiang Yuxin happily hugged her sister and smiled beautifully, "Sister, you are awesome. It seems that even if you can't get first place, you can still get second place."
Lan Ling'er was also pleasantly surprised: "Sister Yixue, you are so lucky. After the Ancient Martial Arts Competition is over, let's go buy lottery tickets. Maybe we can win millions."
Jiang Yixue looked disdainful: "What are a few million?"
Lan Linger smiled bitterly: "Big sister, you are worth tens of billions, don't you think a few million is great? But I don't even have a few hundred dollars on me, so of course I want to win a multi-million jackpot."
Jiang Yixue said disdainfully: "When I compete, you cheer for me. When I win first place in the Xuan level group, I will give you one million."
(End of this chapter)