Chapter 649： Fate and luck

"In this competition, I will participate in it and witness my Southern Xinjiang Tianjiao style."

Lingxiaoyu has a mild temperature and full of rhyme.

There was wind in the mountains, and he lifted up his white clothes as a fairy, inexplicably showing a sense of peerlessness.

However, at the moment when Ling Xiao's voice fell, the entire square suddenly burst into applause!

"Fuck!"

"it is good!"

"Holy Son, you are fair!!!"

Did you see it?

This is our beloved Lord Son! !

Obviously you can rely on your identity to be invincible, but you choose the most fair way to prove yourself! !

What is there to say, Lord Ling Xiao, upright and righteous, worthy of being the light of my holy state, the benchmark of righteousness!

just! !

God, bless me not to get the Son of God.

I'm not afraid of losing, I just want to... be able to represent the human race against the Sea Territory Tianjiao in World War I!

Gan!

Feeling the awe in the eyes of the surrounding arrogances, Ling Xiao's mouth also raised a smile.

Reputation is something accumulated.

You say a word to me, to achieve the son's peerless name.

Me, Ling Xiao, a light from the Holy State, shining on the earth!

Compared with the notoriety that is intolerable in the world, if a villain is outside, of course he has to learn to protect himself.

But at this time, the face of the elder who was in charge of the lottery was somewhat embarrassed.

Originally, Ling Xiao didn't participate, and the two hundred disciples happened to draw lots to show off.

Can there be one more Ling Xiao, two hundred and one more than a hammer?

"It's better to put in an empty lottery. Whoever gets it will have a bye in the first round, a bye in the second round, and a match in the third round.

The two elders got together and discussed in a low voice.

"rational!"

All the disciples stepped onto the battle platform one after another, drew out the battle lottery, and then retreated to the edge of the square.

"Who is the disciple who got the empty lottery in the first round?"

One of the elders with white robes and white hair glanced across the crowd and asked in a deep voice.

The disciples suddenly looked at each other, looked at the numbers on the battle sign in their hands, and shook their heads slightly.

until! !

A cowardly voice suddenly came from the crowd, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"It seems...like it's me..."

Chen Qingshan looked up, raised the empty bamboo stick in his hand, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Huh? Junior Brother, you..."

Beside him, Feng Ruge's eyes condensed slightly, but a faint smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Can't be wrong! !

If this is not the son of destiny, can have such good luck?

Two hundred people drew lots, but did you get a free lot? !

Junior Brother! ! Bloom! !

"I'm Gan! Isn't this Chen Qingshan, the waste of the seventh peak?"

"It's him! This luck is too... against the sky."

"Shit luck! If it weren't for the first round bye, I could hit his shit!"

"Oh? Dare to ask brother, what is your realm."

"God will be a product."

"..."

"Ok?"

Hearing the discussion from the square, Ling Xiao's eyes also flashed with surprise.

From the beginning, he knew that Chen Qingshan was a destiny.

However, from beginning to end, he didn't think about who the template for this person was.

It's just a scene in front of me, but it's somewhat familiar.

Long stick, waste, contest, bye?

Have you thought of it?

"That said, today's competition may have a big change."

A smile appeared at the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, and suddenly he had an idea in his heart.

Originally, he was still thinking about how to harvest this little leek.

But when he thought of his template, Ling Xiao discovered that this leek seemed far from mature enough.

This Immortal Xuanzong is afraid that it is just the starting point of his immortal journey.

"Twenty people on the ten-point battlefield will fight in turn. Remember, you can't intentionally hurt people's lives, but... the sword has no eyes. It's not a sin to die on the stage."

Sect Master Xianxuan Helianshan shouted, and saw ten elders standing on each of the ten battle platforms.

All Southern Xinjiang Tianjiao will compete on the stage in accordance with the order of the lottery.

Looking at the No. 7 battle ticket in his hand, Ling Xiao stepped forward and instantly appeared on the seventh battle platform.

"Look! It's the Son of Lingxiao!!"

Countless disciples gathered under the battle platform, waving the flag and shouting, trying to attract the attention of the saint son.

"I Gan, no, I'm so honored to fight against Saint Son?"

In the crowd, a Xianzong disciple wearing a long robe gave a wry smile, raised his foot and walked onto the battle platform, and then bowed to Ling Xiao.

"Son!"

"Get ready."

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, but the disciple suddenly shook his head, "Holy son, it is a great honor for me to look up to your fairy face so close, how dare I draw my sword to the holy son, holy son, I have An unrelenting invitation..."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Ling Xiao smiled gently, giving people a sense of spring breeze.

"Can you please sign me?"

The Xuanzong disciple walked up to Ling Xiao with an expression of expectation.

"Huh? There is no pen and paper."

"It's okay!!"

Seeing Ling Xiao's promise, the disciple suddenly took out a dagger from his body and thrust it fiercely into his thigh, "Master, use it!"

Gan! !

Shameless! !

Seeing this scene, bursts of anger suddenly came from under the battle arena.

Especially some proud girls, there is a strong jealousy in their eyes.

In the end, when the disciple of Xuanxuanzong jumped off the platform, the battle was completely brought to an end.

Ling Xiao turned around and looked at Feng Ruge on the platform in the distance, with a smile rising from the corner of his mouth.

"Sister Ruge! I am a disciple of the First Peak, and my name is Zhu Dachang. I hope that Junior Sister will be merciful."

"Shh!"

Under the battle platform, there were boos in an instant.

"Brother Zhu, you are a martial arts contest, or making friends!"

"Shameless!! I have never seen such a shameless person."

Many disciples looked at the graceful figure in black clothes standing on the stage, with a touch of excitement in their eyes.

Although Feng Ruge is the first disciple of the seventh peak, he has never been out of the mountain in the past ten years.

Therefore, for ordinary disciples, this little senior sister is not only mysterious...but also beautiful.

Licking the dog, everywhere.

Yan Gou, let alone.

just! !

Feng Ruge had no intention of competing with each other. At this time, he just wanted to quickly make two moves with this senior brother Zhu, and then pretended to be invincible, so that he could deal with the master.

Staying out of things and watching the fire from the other side is the self-cultivation of a villain.

"Brother Zhu, get ready."

"Wait! Junior sister, I heard that Saint Child Lingxiao often goes to the Seventh Peak in the past few days. I wonder if this rumor is true or not?"

Speaking of Ling Xiao, Zhu Dachang's face suddenly felt jealous.

"Brother Zhu, if you don't prepare anymore, I have to do it."

Feng Ruge's eyebrows were lightly clumped, and bored was already seen in her eyes.

Zhu Dachang, you still have the red head meat!

"Look! The Son of Ling Xiao is here!!"

just! !

Just when Feng Ruge was shining all over his body and was about to launch an offensive, there was a sudden commotion under the battle platform.

Then, everyone only saw a handsome figure in white clothes coming from a distance, on an unparalleled fairy face, with a smile that seemed like nothing.

His eyes were warm and calm, revealing an inexplicable feeling.

However, what he saw was only Feng Ruge from beginning to end.

"Guru!"

"Sister Feng!! Be careful!!"

On the battle platform, Zhu Dachang suddenly yelled, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, instantly smashing into the void.

"Good to come."

Only in the face of such an offensive, Feng Ruge didn't see the slightest panic in his eyes, but instead brought a touch of playfulness.

Finally, you can just go in the dark. We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.