Although it is a gamble without any suspense, it is because the identities of the two sides of the bet are too unusual.

In addition, the weight of the bet is extremely heavy, and these two factors have led to everyone's strong interest in today's Mo family ratio.

And Mo Zhe and Mo Yan, who were used to bet against each other, everyone's attention to the two naturally increased, Mo Zhe's domineering appearance was exposed, standing out from the crowd, and everyone could easily pay attention to it.

And Mo Yan hid in the crowd, and his face became popular, which made a group of people struggle to figure out his location.

What happened on the VIP platform, the parties didn't know, Mo Yan just felt that the big guys on the high platform were always pointing in his direction, he didn't care, what he cared about was the corner tower next to the Mo family's fighting talisman field.

In that corner tower, there was a pair of eyes staring at him, which was a great spur and encouragement to Mo Yan.

"Brother, I won't let you down! I must win today!" Mo Yan secretly swore in his heart, the time of the clan competition was approaching, he was not nervous, only excited, he couldn't wait.

When the auspicious time came, Mo Fang raised his hand on the high platform to signal, and Mo Leng, the archdeacon of the family, got up and loudly announced the start of the core disciple clan.

Amidst the huge cheers and cheers, the thirty-five core disciples of the family ascended to the main fighting talisman platform, and each disciple needed to go to the main fighting talisman platform to draw lots to determine the opponent.

"Mo Jing, No. 4, to Mo Xia!"

"Mo Guang, No. 8, to Mo Hai!"

"Mo Qiu, No. 2, right Mo Zheng!"

......

"Mo Zhe, No. 11, to Mo Qian!"

The cheers sounded, Mo Zhe's opponent Mo Qian was a fifth-level monk, tall and thin, when he learned that the opponent was Mo Zhe, this kid's face was as gray as he was, and his mood was extremely low.

"Unlucky Boy......"

Many people in the crowd sympathized with him, but among the other core disciples, there were inevitably many people who gloated, and Mo Qian's bad luck meant that others were lucky.

In the face of this lottery result, Mo Zhe seemed complacent, he frequently waved to the crowd, like a movie star who was pretending to be forced in a different time and space, putting on a good posture and earning enough cheers and eyeballs.

"Don't worry, Ah Qian, I will be merciful. Mo Zhe patted Mo Qian's shoulder and said comfortingly, he said easily, but he couldn't hide the arrogance on his face.

And after saying this, when he turned his head, his face had become indifferent, and his eyes shot at Mo Yan, who directly ignored his existence.

"Mo Yan, No. 18,...... Bye, go straight to the next round!"

"Ahh

The tickle sounded in the crowd, and everyone felt that Mo Yan's luck was too good, and he could directly enter the top 18 without a fight.

And among the many core disciples, everyone looks at him with envy, jealousy and hatred, Mo Yan has a little fame among the core disciples, especially everyone knows that his mind is fierce, and the laws he comprehends are more perverted.

But judging from the strength he often showed in the trial ground, among the core disciples, he could only be regarded as a middle and lower level.

Everyone was amazed by Mo Yan's fast progress, not at his high level of cultivation, so among the backbone core disciples of the Mo family, everyone had a tacit understanding that Mo Yan was regarded as a soft persimmon.

But today "Soft Persimmon" was very lucky, and he had a bye in the first round!

On the VIP platform, the deacon who drew lots announced Mo Yan's bye, and everyone was also amazed.

Due to the relationship between the bet, everyone was eager to see the cultivation of Mo Zhe and Mo Yan, but they didn't expect Mo Yan to have a bye in the first round.

Listening to everyone's regrets, even Mo Fang, the head of the Mo family, couldn't help but shake his head, he looked at the dazed young man on the Doufu platform, and a smile appeared on his face, especially when he thought of Mo Yan's performance in the face of the Zhang family's divorce that day, he smiled even more.

"This kid is so pleasing, even if it's because he lost two Yuan Force Seeds, what's the matter?" Elder Mo Hong suddenly leaned over and said to Mo.

Mo Fang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "How do you know that I will definitely lose two Yuan Force Seeds?"

After saying this, the two looked at each other and looked at each other in amazement.

"Hey, third, your family is lucky......" Mo said sneeringly.

Mo Ding smiled coldly and directly ignored his words.

Mo Yan, who had a bye, watched the battle, but the other disciples on the Doufu platform did everything they could to fight to the death.

The fastest end of a fight was really Mo Zhe, Mo Zhe came to power and defeated the enemy with one move, his middle-grade talisman soldier "Sanyuan Cold Moon Fork" was sacrificed, Mo Qian couldn't resist, and one move broke his defense, and then Mo Qian admitted defeat and stepped down.

Absolute strength!

Everyone was amazed by Mo Zhe's absolute strength.

Even many guests on the VIP platform sighed:

"This Mo Zhe's strength is really powerful, many god-transforming cultivators don't have his domineering!"

"It's amazing, there is such a strong hand among the core disciples of the Mo family, and there will be a big addition to the Mo family's god cultivators next year!"

"It is worthy of the four great families, with a profound background, and the core disciples have such strength, and the strength of their god-transforming monks can be imagined. ”

......

"Stage 2, Mo Qiusheng!"

"Desk 8, Mo Guangsheng!"

The winners and losers on the competition platform were constantly decided, and it was no surprise that the strength of the Fennian monks was strong, and they all won one by one, and there were no upsets.

At the end of each fight, the winner stepped down to accept everyone's cheers and celebrations, while the loser left the arena with a dead face, looking for a quiet place to lick his wounds alone.

This stage belongs to the winners! This is the law of cruelty.

The first round ends and the second draw begins.

After a round of elimination, the rest are all winners and strong ones, so the atmosphere of the second round draw is much more tense than the first round.

The results of the second round of the draw came out quickly, Mo Zhe's opponent this time was Mo Guang, who was also at the Fennian level, Mo Guang was a very solid existence among the core disciples, and he was also the favorite candidate for the championship of the core disciple clan this time.

The result of this lottery was exchanged for a burst of regret from the audience.

If strong opponents meet too early, they are destined to have a loser, and such a result will often reduce the viewing surname of the later competition.

"It's a good win!"

"Mo Zhe has met a good opponent this time, he won't be easy now!"

And at this moment, the deacon of the drawing of lots loudly announced:

"Mo Yan, No. 9...... Bye!"

"Boom!" The audience was in an uproar, whether it was Doufu Square or the VIP high platform, everyone was thundered by the results of this lottery.

"Damn, how is this possible, there were 35 people just now, and there were byes, and now the top 18 will also have byes?"

"Yes, yes, isn't it boring! How can you have two byes?"

In the face of the violent repercussions, the deacon of the draw felt extremely pressured, and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead, he was helpless, the first round of the competition ended, one of the winners was injured, and the second round abstained.

And Mo Yan just let him draw this empty lottery, what can he do?

"Damn, this kid is so lucky, he actually drew a bye in both rounds, this is the first case that the family has encountered in so many years!"

Compared with the unscrupulousness of the people below, on the high platform, everyone in the VIPs watching the ceremony whispered, and Zhang Qing said in a weird manner: "Patriarch Mo, you can't afford to lose, is this little baby going on like this today?"

It's not going to be tied for first place, is it?"

Mo Fang frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Elder Qing, don't worry, I guarantee that there will be no such situation!"

As a party, Mo Yan was even more innocent, he asked the deacon to draw lots to clarify the situation, and shook his head helplessly.

And his inadvertent action attracted a burst of boos, and everyone thought that he was too pretending to be forced and had to be cheap. He was upset in his heart, and he really wanted to yell at the disdainful crowd:

"Do you think Lao Tzu wants a bye, Lao Tzu wants to kill the Quartet on the fighting platform, who doesn't want to win a hearty victory, and then pretend to raise his hands high and accept the cheers and worship of everyone?

But what can I do if I'm unlucky?"

"It's really bad luck, my skin is rough and my hands are itchy, so I don't give it a chance. ”