God level travel in history

Chapter 268 The Lucky One

"Senior, Qing Rou will thank you in advance for the two girls!"

On the high platform, Shui Qingrou had a smile on her face. Originally, she had expected that one person could win the qualification, which was already very good.

But in the end, the two disciples of the Ice Soul Immortal Sect successfully obtained the qualification to enter the Xuanhuang Realm.

After all, throughout the years, this is the first time that two people from the Ice Soul Immortal Sect have advanced in the Saint Grand Competition.

"Sect Master Shui, you don't have to be polite to me now. Little Shitou stayed with you for a while, so there is nothing wrong with helping those two girls."

Xiao Feng waved his hand indifferently, completely indifferent.

On the high platform, some people are happy and others are naturally sad.

Whether it was Feng Cheng from Demon Palace, Qiu Luo from Ziyun Imperial Family, Cao Hu from Thunder Cloud Sect, Mo Qingying from Sun Moon Sect, or Huodaozi from Lihuo Sect, all of them showed a hint of displeasure on their faces.

If it weren't for the three dolls of the Reincarnation Sect, how could it be possible that their Saint Realm disciples would not be able to win a single place.

But anger turned anger, they didn't dare to really say anything, after all, they couldn't mess with the master of these three dolls.

"Sect Master Xiao, I'm really curious about the rhythm that the girl played just now."

Luo Xuan's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the moment her voice rose, with her strength of the ninth rank of the Holy Monarch, her mood was turbulent.

You know, at their strength, it is quite dangerous to face their opponents if they lose their mind for a moment.

"A fragment of a fairy soldier, I can teach you this formula."

Xiao Feng did not answer Luo Xuan's words, but raised a finger.

"Hmph, it seems that Sect Master Xiao only has fragments of immortal soldiers in his eyes!"

Luo Xuan turned her head away, and after a soft snort, her eyes fell on another arena.

As time passed, the melee in the Saint King Realm arena gradually came to an end.

Except for Qin Tian who was promoted directly, there were originally 30 people in the ring, but at this moment there are only 15 people left.

Accompanied by a roar, a figure fell into the ring, and the knockout rounds of the two rings had come to an end.

"Boys, today's game is over! Get ready for tomorrow's ranking battle!"

Luo Xuan swept across the group of disciples under the ring, and said calmly.

In the knockout round of the Holy King Realm, two people from the Sanctuary, the Demon Palace, the Thunder Cloud Sect, and the Sun Moon Sect all advanced, and one person each from the other forces.

"Sect Master Xiao, I really didn't expect Ling Gaotu to be eligible to enter the ranking battle! The Reincarnation Sect has occupied four places in the Xuanhuang Realm all at once!"

Wang Xi of Qiu Shuizong spoke softly, with a hint of envy in his words.

"The little ones are just lucky!" Xiao Feng shrugged and smiled.

The next day, early in the morning, it was just dawn.

The wide square was already full of people, apart from the outstanding disciples who were about to enter the ranking battle, there were also Sanctuary and outside spectators.

"Today is even more lively!"

Xiao Feng swept across the stage, and then his eyes fixed on Qin Tian and the others.

At this moment, whether it is Qin Tian or Demon Ling, each of them looks indifferent, as if they don't pay attention to their opponents of the same level at all.

"Little guys, although you have all obtained the qualifications to enter the Xuanhuang Realm, you must not slack off in this ranking battle."

Luo Xuan waved her pale gold robe, her majestic voice was high-spirited.

"Yes!"

The disciples who were about to compete in the audience looked excited.

The ranking battle is not only related to their own glory, but also to the glory of their respective sects.

Seeing a group of disciples getting ready, Luo Xuan winked at Void.

Moments later, three beams of light flashed across and landed on three rings at the same time.

Only seeing its tyrannical aura, it is clearly a holy envoy with a high status in the sanctuary.

"Little guys, come up and draw lots to choose your opponent!"

The three holy envoys each waved to a group of disciples, speaking calmly.

"Boy, it shouldn't be a problem to win the top three Holy Kings with your strength! I hope you will have the guts to challenge me by then!"

Just when Qin Tian and the others were about to take the stage, two figures passed by with playful smiles on their lips.

"It will make you happy, I hope you are qualified to let me challenge you!"

Facing Lei Yunzong Wang Yan's provocation, Qin Tian's face remained unchanged, and he sneered.

"You kid, you are so crazy! I hope your strength is the same!"

Wang Yan focused his eyes, glanced at Qin Tianhou, and then gave An Miaoyi a thumbs up.

"To my surprise, that weak and quiet Junior Sister Miaoyi would attack people! It's still a weird sonic attack!"

After speaking, Wang Yan laughed loudly, soared into the air, and landed on the ring.

"Miaoyi, don't pay attention to that guy! When the ranking battle is over, I'll help you beat him up!"

Qin Tian clenched his fist, and a fighting spirit rose in his eyes.

After all the disciples had stood on their respective rings, Luo Xuan's voice echoed again.

"Little guy, this qualifying match will be a one-on-one match as usual. Due to the special nature of this year, there are 15 people in the Saint King Realm arena, so one person will have a bye in the first match."

Speaking of this, Luo Xuan paused, and a smile suddenly appeared on her brows: "As for who is so lucky, it depends on luck."

The qualifying match is a combination of strength and luck. The 15-person match is divided into seven groups. One person has a bye in the first round and directly enters the top eight.

"Why are you still standing there? Come and draw lots!"

As soon as Luo Xuan finished speaking, the holy envoy on the holy king stage shook the cardboard box in his hand.

At the same time, the disciples in the other two arenas have also drawn lots to choose their opponents.

"Are you the lucky one?"

"Hey, what a sad luck! If you can win the draw, you will directly enter the top eight."

"There's nothing to be sad about. It's not a problem to enter the top eight with your strength."

"It's all over, why hasn't that lucky guy shown up yet?"

……

On the arena of the Saint King Realm, a group of disciples looked at the names on the paper in their hands, and glanced at the people next to them from time to time.

Qin Tian shook the note without any name in his hand, and sighed faintly.

He also thought that in the first round of confrontation, he would meet the disciples of Sun Moon Sect, Thunder Cloud Sect, and Demon Palace.

But who would have expected that Goddess of Luck would favor him so much.

"Who's bye?"

The envoy swept across the crowd, his voice indifferent.

After seeing Qin Tian hand over the note, all the disciples' expressions were distorted almost at the same time, with a touch of jealousy.

"Why is it this guy again, it's fine to get the hydrangea, and even the bye note was drawn!"

"That's right, without fighting a single battle, it's so easy to enter the top eight."

"Comparing people to people is so annoying!"

Sighing and resentment fell, and a group of disciples geared up for the next competition.

on the high platform.

"Senior, your disciple's luck is really against the sky!"

Shui softly pointed at Qin Tian who had jumped off the ring, and chuckled softly.

Xiao Feng was noncommittal, and nodded slightly: "Luck is also a part of strength! Besides, I believe that their strength is definitely above luck."

(End of this chapter)