"Hello Ancestor!" Jiujiu still greeted Leng Yantian with a smile, and her face was calm, making it impossible to guess her thoughts.

Leng Yantian glanced at Jiujiu coldly, and snorted with his nose, which was considered a response to her.

"Jiu'er, the qualifiers need to be drawn, you can pray silently before the draw for a while, I hope you can draw a bye." The smile on Leng Zhao's lips stiffened because of Leng Yantian's cold snort, but it didn't affect his ability to speak.

"Even if you are lucky enough to advance to the first-order Douwang, you can't be proud, you have to be vigilant at all times...... "Leng Zhao "bitterly explained" before sitting back satisfied.

Jiujiu sneered in her heart, she was fortunate to have worked hard for two years to retreat, and it was not easy to be promoted to the first-order Dou Zong, and Leng Zhao erased all her efforts with a sentence of "good luck", which was really ridiculously tight.

Proud? Was this kind of reminding him of himself? When has she ever been described as proud? Always on the alert? Is it to warn you villains who put cold arrows behind their backs?!

Rub, it's really unpleasant.

Although Jiujiu was very unhappy in his heart, he did not show Xiàn in front of him, but silently got up and walked to the place where the last draw was drawn, preparing for the draw of the qualifiers.

"Look, that's the third lady of the Leng family!"

"I heard that it only took two years to become the king of fighting!"

"I'll rub it, this talent, is it a genius or a waste of wood!"

"It must be a genius, and it is something that has not been encountered in a hundred years, even when Young Master Nangong was ten years old, he did not have such talent."

"Holy!"

……

Jiujiu walked all the way, accompanied by whispers all the way, all of them were discussing the topic of how talented she was.

But it was clear that none of that was of interest to her, and the only thing she was interested in now was the draw.

Diao walked up to the referee and pulled out a wooden stick from the box in his hand.

This kind of wooden stick is made of a special material, as long as you enter the fighting qi into it, you can see that there is a display text on it.

Jiujiu didn't enter the fighting qi at the first time, but walked back to the Leng family's venue, and only then did he secretly enter the fighting qi.

After a while, two large black fonts appeared on it, completely blinding Jiujiu's eyes.

"Bye!"

Damn, Jiujiu has to admire her luck, this Nima is going against the sky, she originally wanted to lose deliberately in this game, but didn't this bye completely break her plan!

Damn, it's really luck that can't stop it!

Jiujiu handed over the wooden stick in his hand to Leng Zhao with a black line on his face.

Leng Zhao's face with a Chinese character immediately smiled, and he almost smiled when he stared at the two big characters on the wooden stick.

This girl is not only talented, but also so lucky, she really picked up a treasure.

"The only player with a bye in the qualifiers is Leng Jiujiu!" The referee's mechanically cold voice reached the ears of everyone present.

The corners of the six strange people present all raised their mouths with joy, they were happy for Jiujiu.

Leng Yantian's originally tense face, after hearing the referee say this, his face also eased slightly, not as grim as before.

Some people are happy and some are worried, everyone here is not the six wonderful, it is impossible for everyone to have a good attitude, and those with envy, jealousy and hatred are the majority.