After the third round of the knockout competition, there were only a dozen disciples left in each stage, and these disciples were undoubtedly not the elite of the elite.

Among them, there are still 15 people left in the corresponding "earth" font size competition area in the early stage, 16 people in the middle stage, and 12 people in the later stage.

What is surprising is that among the Luo Yue Peak, which only has five disciples, there are actually three people who are shortlisted!

That's not all, what's even more crazy is that among the three people, there is actually another person who is the Wu Heng who failed to realize the sword......

"Damn, is there still a heavenly reason? This kind of person who doesn't even have a flying sword can be shortlisted? I'm afraid it doesn't matter what, right?"

A disciple couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, but he tried his best in the first round and finally barely passed, and he was unfortunately defeated in the second round.

"What does it matter! I heard that he is only from a small village, and being shortlisted is just shit luck, do you still think he can win the first place?"

The other disciple pouted with disdain.

......

Somewhere on the side of the square, Luo Yuefeng and a few people gathered together and were discussing something:

"Come on, junior brother, try to draw another number one, so that you can directly advance again!"

Senior Brother Liu Sheng's chubby face shook with fat and his little eyes flashed with excitement.

"What do you mean? With the ability of the little junior brother, even if you don't draw the No. 1, you can still advance!"

Jing'er was very dissatisfied with Liu Sheng's words, and glared at her with big eyes.

"Okay, okay, I said the wrong thing, it should be that the little junior brother will definitely be able to advance!"

Liu Sheng didn't dare to talk back to Jing'er.

"Let's work together! For the sake of the master, for the sake of Luo Yuefeng!"

Ye Pengfei stretched out his hand to everyone and said seriously.

"For the sake of Luo Yue Feng!"

The crowd shouted in unison, clasping each other's hands together.

......

"Look, that guy is here again!"

"Will he draw another number one this time?"

"Hmph, if he draws the number one again, I, I'll swallow my signature......"

"Cut ......"

......

When Wu Heng came to the "land" number lottery again, the surrounding disciples began to talk in a whisper.

"Let's start the lottery!"

Elder Duan squinted his eyes slightly and spoke lightly.

Although he was calm on the surface, he was also very curious on the inside, just like those disciples. He was also wondering, would this young man who was recognized by Excalibur be drawn again today?

However, Elder Duan waited for most of the day but did not see any movement, and there was no scene in front of him scrambling to draw lots like two days ago, and no one even came to draw lots.

"What's wrong?"

Elder Duan glanced up at everyone and found that they were all standing still, just looking at the same person, and that person was Wu Heng......

Sighing helplessly, Wu Heng slowly walked towards the signing box, these people looked at him and he understood, that was to ask him to smoke first......

Reaching into the lottery box, Wu Heng grabbed a wax pill at random and took it out.

Everyone on the side widened their eyes, holding their breath and staring at the wax pill in Wu Heng's hand, as if they wanted to say: Open it quickly!

After peeling off the wax pill, Wu Heng slowly opened the small paper ball......

A clear, square and familiar small word appeared, and it turned out to be "one" again!

"...... Uproar"

The people around are boiling......

......

"Brother Mingyang, as a brother, I originally wanted to observe that young man more, but who would have thought that he hadn't appeared a few times, so I shouldn't be disappointed again, right?"

In the viewing pavilion of the Doufa platform, Sect Master Ye was talking to Sikong Mingyang beside him at this time.

"Brother Xiaochuan is too worried, that young man is just lucky, how can anyone keep drawing the same number?"

Sikong Mingyang waved his hand, his tone was slightly joking.

Sect Master Ye just wanted to speak, but he heard a commotion from below.

"What happened?"

Ye Xiaochuan asked the disciple standing beside him unhappily.

As a famous faction, in an occasion like this, the necessary qualities must be present.

Seeing that the sect master was angry, the serving disciple hurriedly took the order to go down and check.

After a while, he hurriedly returned and announced: It was someone who drew the number one at the "land" number draw.

"Who drew that number?"

Sect Master Ye felt a little strange, and had a strange idea in his heart.

"Sect Master, it seems to be called Wu Heng......"

This serving disciple also felt a little strange, he drew it, he drew it, did those people react so much?

"What did you say!"

When Ye Xiaochuan heard the reply, he slapped the table excitedly and almost stood up.

"Sect Master, yes, it was the disciple named Wu Heng who drew it, and he drew ......"

The disciples were taken aback.

"It's nothing, you go down!"

Ye Xiaochuan waved his hand calmly, signaling that this disciple did not need to panic, just now he himself was indeed out of shape......

"If we knew this, we shouldn't have given him that number one before, and now this number plate is afraid that it will always follow him. ”

Sect Master Ye sighed helplessly and said.

"Since he is the one chosen by the Divine Sword, he must have a great chance, why don't Brother Xiaochuan wait and see?"

Sikong Mingyang was also surprised when he heard the news, but he was relieved when he thought about it from a different angle.

......

"Is there any mistake! Why did he draw another number one?"

"I protest, he must have cheated!"

"Yes, that's not fair!"

At the lottery place of the "land" number, some disciples began to complain.

"Are you questioning what the sect has done?"

Elder Duan let out a low shout, and the cultivation of the Transformation Realm emanated, suppressing everyone's commotion at once.

Although he was also surprised, he personally supervised these things, and if he was questioned, then what was the majesty of his elders?

"Cultivators are going against the sky, three points look at the will of heaven and seven points depend on hard work, if you blindly cling to luck, how can the road be accomplished?"

Elder Duan gave a slap in the face, causing everyone to wake up instantly.

"No matter how lucky you are, if you don't have enough strength, you will also be eliminated, this is competition, and what you are fighting for is destiny!"

When he said this, Elder Duan looked at Wu Heng intentionally or unintentionally.

......

After hearing Elder Duan's words, everyone, including Wu Heng, was deeply touched, and they all looked like they were humbly taught......