Mo Tianqian asked foreign aid to draw lots, which naturally had a deep meaning.

If the three young masters come to draw lots, Mo Tianqian will not be able to do anything.

After all, the organ of the first lottery is no longer suitable.

At the moment in the lottery box, there are only three lottery tokens.

What Mo Tianqian had to do was to forcibly change the position of the three tokens by virtue of his supreme internal strength.

For example, if you get the No. 3 token, Mo Tianqian only needs to be really angry, which can make your hands tremble and fall, and you can only draw lots again.

This kind of skill of "fighting cattle across the mountain" may hurt the three sons and be despised by the elders.

But if it is a foreign aid draw, even if Mo Tianzhu cheats, no elder will say anything.

"I'll come first. Deng Jiuling stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the lottery box.

"I knew you were the first!" Mo Tianyan sneered, and his true qi began to stir.

Deng Jiuling's hand quickly pinched the first token in his hand.

Through the eyes of God. Deng Jiuling found that this token was the No. 1 token.

"Great!" Mo Tianwan's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pout with a touch of mockery and abuse.

However, the next moment, the smile on Mo Tianyan's face turned into stiffness.

Bang!

In Mo Tian's stunned eyes, Deng Jiuling pinched it lightly, and the token instantly turned into powder.

Then, Deng Jiuling picked up the No. 2 token and pinched it into powder.

In the end, Deng Jiuling picked up the last token and quickly left the box.

"No. 3!" Mo Fei's eyes lit up and he said excitedly.

"I'm Cao. Mo Fei and Deng Jiuling, their luck is too good, right?

"What kind of world is this? You don't need to compete, just rank in the top two?"

Airplanes!

The children of the Mo family scolded one after another.

The heroes were also envious, and secretly said that Deng Jiuling was lucky.

"Great Elder, I'm really sorry, I crushed the other two tokens with heavy hands. Deng Jiuling shrugged his shoulders and said playfully: "But it doesn't matter, anyway, I have a bye, and it's the same whether they draw lots or not." ”

Burst!

Looking at Deng Jiuling, who was gone, Mo Tianqian suddenly felt a sweet throat. Angry and almost vomiting blood.

"Sister Xiao Wu, why is the Great Elder's face so ugly?" In the crowd, Mo Ruxue was a little curious.

"He was inspired by Deng Jiu. Ink Dance gloated a little.

"The Great Elder has a lot of internal strength, he originally wanted to plot against Lord Long. ”

Unexpectedly, Lord Long did not play his cards according to common sense, and directly crushed the other two tokens. ”

This incident exceeded the Great Elder's expectations, so the Great Elder lost his mind for a second. ”

"The master made a move, and the winner could be decided in one second, and Lord Long took the opportunity to take the token, thus achieving the final victory. ”

Caressing his white beard, the old eyes of the housekeeper Mo Fu were full of admiration and admiration: "Lord Long can be called the dragon among people in terms of martial arts, talent, calculation, and mastery of losing time. ”

"Great, it seems that Young Master Fei and Big Brother Deng may win the championship again 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 white-eyed ancestor, the battle against the sword slave. Mo Tian's indifferent old voice resounded throughout the audience in an instant.

"Boom!

As soon as the words fell, accompanied by a dragon chant in the sky, the white-eyed ancestor turned into a streamer. Instantly appeared above the ring.

It's like a peerless sword!

Rushing!

The sleeves blew the wide sleeves of the white-eyed ancestor, making him look extremely terrifying.

"The White Eyebrow Ancestor is an eight-rank peak grandmaster, and he has defeated the nine-rank grandmaster of the outer regions, which is extremely powerful, and this battle will definitely be a dragon and a tiger. Butler Mo Fu said solemnly.

"I heard that the White Eyebrow Ancestor is extremely talented, and the reason why he has never broken through to the consummation realm. It's not that he doesn't have the strength, but he is accumulating a lot of money in the hope of stepping into the realm of the three steps of cultivation. Mo Wu nodded, his face solemn.

Cultivating the realm of the three steps is the foundation for attaining innate and transcending the mortal.

The white-eyed ancestor has been in retreat for 100 years. If you don't break through the nine grades for a long time, you are ambitious for the innate nature.

Therefore, such a strong person, even if the Ninth Rank Grandmaster comes, his scalp is numb, and he does not dare to compete with him.

However, the sword slave did not think so, and shook the mountains as he walked. Step by step, walk up the steps and into the ring.

"Please!"

"Please!"

The two clasped their fists and saluted, and the battle began.

Bang!

The sword slave smashed the earth with one foot, and with a knife of fire like a meteor, he instantly slashed at the white-eyed ancestor.

"The knife slave has been raising knives for a hundred years, his palm is a peerless good knife, and this person is also the peak of the eighth grade, and this battle will definitely be wonderful. ”

"It's a pity that the sword slave doesn't have the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, otherwise the pressure of the white-eyed ancestor in this battle will be doubled!"

"Being able to witness the battle of two top martial arts masters is really a joy in life!"

The crowd talked a lot, and they were all a little excited.

Boom!

The next moment. As soon as everyone's eyes flickered, they saw a brilliant sword that lit up the entire sky.

In front of everyone's eyes, the body of the sword slave was frozen in an instant by the flying snow in the sky.

"Die!"

Bang!

Then, the Heavenly Frost Sword Qi of the White-eyed Ancestor instantly penetrated the heart of the sword slave.

Thundered!

The next moment, the ice and snow shattered, and the sword slave's eyes widened, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

The dignified eight-rank peak grandmaster was instantly killed by the white-eyed ancestor?

Airplanes!

This scene, everyone who watched it, was shocked.

"The realm of nine products!"

"God, it turns out that the white-eyed ancestor has broken through!"

"He is worthy of being a strong man with a lot of accumulation, he has just broken through from the peak of the eighth grade, and he has stepped into the middle level of the ninth grade!"

"Awesome my ancestor!"

The disciples of the Mo family were full of shock in their eyes.

It's too strong!

It's so strong!

It's not that everyone doesn't know that the White Eyebrow Ancestor is very strong, but they still didn't expect the White Eyebrow Ancestor to be so powerful.

Nine grades intermediate!

Mouth! Mouth!

As soon as the white-eyed ancestor broke through the seal, he was so against the sky, then he stepped into the ninth rank of the high rank, or even the peak of the ninth grade, there was no suspense.

As for the first step in practice?

The realm of practicing the three steps is about chance, and it has little to do with talent.

This is also the reason why in history, some unknown people in the early stage can accumulate and soar to the sky in the later stage.

But it is undeniable that the more powerful the warrior. With the accumulation of thick and thin, the chance of breaking through to the "first step of cultivation" will also be greater.

At this moment, the white-eyed ancestor brought the advanced thunder power to instantly kill the sword slave and shock the audience!

"In the next battle, Mo Fei will fight Mo Feng. Mo Tian's emotionless voice resounded throughout the audience in an instant.

Wow!

As soon as the words fell, Mo Fei and Mo Feng took off into the ring at the same time.

"Sister Xiao Wu, the White-eyed Ancestor has killed Young Master Yun's foreign aid, does this game still need to continue?" Mo Ruxue was a little stunned.

"If Mofeng can win. You can choose foreign aid again. 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 white-eyed ancestor won just now, and the ink tiger team scored one.

If Mofeng wins this battle, Mofeng's score will also be one.

In this way, the top three still exist. Redraw the tournament.

"I see. Mo Ruxue nodded.

"Please!"

"Please!"

Mohu and Mofeng saluted with fists at the same time.

Boom!

As soon as the words fell, the long swords of the two were already intertwined.

"What a fast swordsmanship!" "Butler Mo Fu was suddenly moved.

"The swordsmanship of these two people is not equal!" Mo Wu was also shocked.

"Big brother. This ink wind is so strong!" Mo Fei lowered his voice and said solemnly.

"This win is minus five, Mohu and Mofeng can both win, and both may lose, but the biggest possibility is a draw. Deng Jiuling said lightly.

"Draw?" Hearing this, Mo Fei was stunned.

But the next scene. proves Deng Jiuling's words, not unreasonable.

In front of everyone's eyes, the sword qi of the two young masters was like a rainbow, and everyone only heard two sword qi, turning into a dragon galloping.

The two of them are not equal!

Time, minute by minute, keeps passing.

A stick of incense time, quickly passed!

"When the time is up, the game is over, this battle is a draw!" Mo Tianyan's majestic and old voice resounded throughout the audience in an instant.

"It turned out to be a draw?"

"I'll go. Young Master Mofeng, is it so powerful?"

"The white-eyed ancestor won once, and Mo Feng's side is a draw, isn't the overall record also a draw?"

Wow!

The audience is boiling!

In the battle of the Mo family, a draw is a victory for the weaker side.

So the overall record of this battle. It's Mofei and Mofeng, advanced at the same time!

Click!

At this moment, Mo Tianzhuan clenched his fists, and his old eyes were full of anger.

"Elder Bald, your grandson is really powerful, I really can't see it. Mo Tianyan said coldly.

"My grandson has been in the North for the past few years. Every day in the sea with fierce beasts, rarely with people, you don't know how awesome he is, that's normal. Caressing his white beard, the bald elder said proudly.

"Northern Immortal Beast?" Hearing this, the elders were immediately moved.

Compared with the South China Sea and the East China Sea, the Northern Underworld and the Western Regions are both barbarian lands.

The desert of the Western Regions is thousands of miles, the wind sweeps the yellow sand, and the natural environment is extremely harsh.

In order to compete for various resources, warriors fight each other, and they are prone to life and death.

Mo Hu has a talent that is not inferior to Mo Yu, the son of the South China Sea, and has been fighting for life and death in the Western Regions for many years, and his 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 bald elder's explanation, the elders suddenly realized.

The North Stygian Sea is vast, and there are fierce beasts all over the sea, and there are even giant beasts in the wilderness.

Mo Feng fought with fierce beasts in this environment, and he could not die for many years. It's already a miracle, and it's normal to be extraordinary.

"Elder Bald, is your grandson fighting against my righteous son as a fierce beast?" Mo Tianyan frowned, and a faint look of anger appeared in his eyes.

"If you think so, the old man can't help it. The bald elder shrugged his shoulders and looked sadistic.

"You ......," the Great Elder was furious.

"Alright, let's stop arguing, let's announce the final battle. ”

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, the black-robed elder hurriedly played a round.

"Humph!"

Mo Tian's big sleeves flicked, and the majestic and old voice resounded throughout the audience in an instant:

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