Send a red envelope to heaven

Chapter 1165 Lottery
"Mo Tian, ​​this Hunting Devil Kung Fu is a book of skills left by a saint that I accidentally got in the fairy world. Unfortunately, I am almost at the end of my life. I didn't expect to see you practice this kung fu to the first level before I die. The seventh floor can be regarded as my wish."

The old ancestor smiled and sat down tremblingly, already extremely weak.

He himself knew that Shouyuan had come to an end, and if he didn't make a breakthrough, he might not survive this year.

But he himself knew how difficult it was to make a breakthrough, and it required an extremely strong opportunity, so he came from the fairy world to the human world, hoping to find some way to break through, but it's a pity that after so many years, he still found nothing.

Fortunately, I have a descendant of my Heaven-hunting Demon Art.

"The ancestors are so blessed that they will find a way."

Mo Tian gritted his teeth and said that he was just an ordinary disciple of Tianyang Palace, so he would not become the Holy Son.

But on that night, I accidentally met the ancestor of Tianyang Palace. He was the one who gave me the Heaven-Hunting Magic Art. With the help of my celestial power attribute, I became the strongest competitor of the Holy Son.

It can be said that without the ancestors, Motian would not have achieved what he is today, so he respects the ancestors very much.

This respect even exceeds that of the owner of Tianyang Palace.

"I hope so. By the way, this time at the Kunlun Conference, I heard that there is a super master named Cheng Sheng, who is the leader of the cultivation world in the four eastern provinces?"

The old ancestor let out a long sigh, knowing his own affairs, and then thought of Cheng Sheng again.

Cheng Sheng's name is too loud.

"Yes, that's right, it is a man named Cheng Sheng. He is very strong, very strong, even I am not sure."

Mo Tian also nodded, in his heart Cheng Sheng was the biggest opponent, as for that shit Xin Nianliang, it was nothing.

"I know this kid, his aura is very powerful, at least stronger than yours, and, besides, I can't see the depth of this kid."

The old ancestor said with a long sigh, but it sounded like an uproar in Mo Tian's ears.

"what?"

Mo Tian also stared wide-eyed, never expecting to be like this.

How is this possible, even the ancestors can't see through?
Isn't this too awesome?
"That's right, even if you have reached the seventh level of the unprecedented Heaven-hunting Demon Art, I think it is still very important. This Cheng Sheng's trump card may be very strong, unless you can be promoted to Daluo Jinxian before the competition starts, and you can control the law." Attributes."

The old ancestor turned his head slowly and spit out this sentence to Motian.

"Big Luo Jinxian?"

Motian's breathing became extremely rapid, Da Luo Jinxian was too far away for him.

The key is to control the law, which is almost impossible to come by, it is too difficult.

"Forget it, Motian, after the lottery is drawn tomorrow, you can follow me to the deep mountains to practice. I think half a month is enough."

The ancestor watched Mo Tian for a long time, and finally made this decision.

The next moment, the ancestor turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared here. This method of leaving is really unheard of and unseen.

If Cheng Sheng was here, he would be even more surprised that this ancestor was from the Immortal World.

"Yes."

Motian watched his ancestor leave, and was extremely excited in his heart. Da Luo Jinxian, this is the realm he has dreamed of.

After the late-night plot was over, even Cheng Sheng, with his Xuanhuo Wanxiang Eye, did not expect the ancestors of Tianyang Palace to come.

It was really unexpected. It seems that this Kunlun Conference competition is going to be full of wind and clouds.

Having nothing to say all night, Cheng Sheng rested at Xia's house, and arrived at the hotel early the next morning, and everyone from the Kunlun Realm had already arrived.

Although the hotel is magnificent, but with the financial resources of the three gates and one palace in the Kunlun Realm, it is more than enough to reserve the place for two days.

"Everyone is here, and the lottery will start when you are all here. Let me remind you, some people who want to cheat and make things happen, please be careful. The lottery must be fair and just. If anyone messes around, don't blame me, Xin Nianliang." You're welcome."

Xin Nianliang walked over from the side with the people from the Wuji Sect. He was so arrogant that he almost didn't know his last name.

"This bastard."

Motian Shengzi had a gloomy face. This time the Kunlun Conference was presided over by himself, who knew that Xin Nianliang was always making troubles.

It's like Yue Zu acting on his behalf, which made Motian very unhappy, but he just ignored him in consideration of Wujimen's face.

"Master Shengzi, this Xin Nianliang is too much, shall we teach him a lesson?"

The people next to Motian Shengzi were also filled with righteous indignation.

"Forget it, let him go, I, Motian, are not so stingy."

Motian Shengzi waved his hand. Anyway, today is just a lottery, and it doesn't matter who shouts.

"Interesting."

All of this was seen by Cheng Sheng in the distance, and his evaluation of Motian was a little higher in his heart.

The lottery began. This time, there were a total of 100 people participating in the big competition. They were divided into fifty groups, and the winners would advance to the next round, and so on, until the final strongman was contested.

The person who wins in the end can almost become the next leader of Kunlun Realm, and the position of his sect will become more and more stable.

Therefore, both Motian and Xin Nianliang are bound to win the No.1 position.

"The next leader of the Kunlun Realm? Hehe, it's interesting. If I, Cheng Sheng, win, the expressions on the faces of the people from the Three Sects and One Palace will be very good-looking, right?"

Cheng Sheng smiled slightly. The last time he killed so many gods in Tianyang Palace, he was already in a state of immortality, and he was not afraid of offending Tianyang Palace again.

Anyway, this is already the case, how can it get worse.

Only war.

Everyone drew lots in a sealed iron box. The iron box was quite well sealed, and the exterior was specially treated. Even Cheng Sheng could not see what was inside with his Xuanhuo Vientiane Eye.

It's handled pretty well.

"Group B."

"I'm in Group C."

"Are there any from Group E?"

After the lottery was drawn, everyone on the field kept shouting to see if they could meet the people in the group.

"This is me, Group A?"

Cheng Sheng opened the note, and there was a word A written on it.

"Boss, I'm in Group F, uh, you're in Group A, right? I don't know who the opponent is."

Zhuo Yu glanced to the side, holding a note from Group F in his hand.

"Whoever he is, there is still half a month before the competition, and there is still time to practice."

Cheng Sheng curled his lips, he didn't expect that he would be the first to play.

Group A, that means you are the first group in the entire competition.

And not far from Cheng Sheng, a disciple dressed in Wujimen rushed to Xin Nianliang's side in a hurry, and said something in his ear, and Xin Nianliang's face turned livid.

"Ci'ao, this Cheng Sheng is also in Group A."

The corner of Xin Nianliang's mouth twitched as he opened his note, and it was an A.

(End of this chapter)