Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

As a result, not only did he not get first place, he didn't get second place either.

When the bell rang to signal the end of the competition, Meng Qianji came in first and Xuan Yue came in second.

Xuan Yue and Meng Qianji's reputations also became famous in the world of immortal cultivation.

Just when the world of immortal cultivation was at peace, the King of Chaos came out of seclusion.

His plan had lasted tens of thousands of years, and now it was finally time to see the fruits of his labor.

He was still lacking a bit of extremely strong luck, that was all he was lacking was a bit of extremely strong luck.

What can I do?

So he devoted himself to research and finally figured out a way to steal other people's luck and accumulate it for himself.

He used this method and secretly experimented with it in the world of immortal cultivation.

But when he tried, he discovered a surprising truth.

The destiny of this world lies in the hands of only a few people.

Moreover, the luck of the spirit race is actually the strongest among all races, even better than the demon race, which is recognized as the strongest race.

If luck can be clearly expressed through numbers, then assuming that the luck of an ordinary mortal is 1, then the corresponding luck of a low-level cultivator is only about 5. Even for a cultivator with decent talent, it will not exceed 10 points.

But the corresponding demons and monsters, those with lower qualifications, only have 1 point more than ordinary mortals, that is, 2 points, and even those with better qualifications will not exceed 5 points.

The luck is so thin that it is outrageous.

However, there is a kind of people in this world who have great luck.

For example, a chosen son of the demon clan has a luck value as high as four digits.

In other words, the luck of a person like God's Chosen Son is equivalent to the luck of thousands of ordinary people.

But this is just the demon clan. If he is the chosen son of God among the spirit clan with the highest luck, his luck will surely be several times higher.

This made Chaos King feel surprised and dissatisfied.

How many chosen ones can there be?

He thought again, it stands to reason that the descendants of God's chosen son should also have high luck. After all, the descendants of God's chosen son will be more likely to produce God's chosen son, right?

If there were a magic method that could steal the luck of future generations, then that would be a permanent solution.

In that case, how much luck can be stolen from a chosen son of the Eldar?

He looked over the world of immortal cultivation and his eyes fell on Xuan Yue of the Shenxiao Sect and Meng Qianji of the Taixu Sect, who had recently become famous.

"It really feels familiar..." he murmured.

While keeping an eye on the chosen ones among the spirit race, he was also testing the effects of the Qi and Blood Curse on the captured spirit people.

......

After the martial arts competition ended, Xuan Yue followed the Shenxiao Sect’s team and left Taixu Sect.

Just as he walked out of the gate of Taixu Sect, a cultivator with a nonchalant look suddenly landed in front of him. It was Meng Qianji.

Xuan Yue was surprised: "It's you? Why are you blocking my way?"

Meng Qianji smiled and said, "I just suddenly remembered that I don't seem to have the spiritual words of Fairy Xuanyue. I have played two games with the fairy recently. I admire her very much. I just wonder if I will have the opportunity to discuss with you when I encounter problems in the future?"

Xuan Yue's eyes moved, and then she smiled. She took out her spiritual words generously: "Add it."

Meng Qianji was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the process to be so easy.

After he added the spiritual words, he couldn't help laughing: "Alas, it is said that Fairy Xuan Yue seems easy-going, but in fact she keeps people at a distance. It is harder than ascending to heaven for people from the outside sect to leave a spiritual word. It seems that the authenticity of the rumor needs to be discussed..."

Xuan Yue took back the spiritual words and shook her head: "I don't give it to everyone, but you do have something admirable."

She waved goodbye and said, "We'll have a chance to spar again in the future."

Meng Qianji stood there and waved at her. He was laughing happily when, without paying attention, a pretty girl suddenly bumped into his arms unexpectedly.

He hurriedly supported the man, and the smile in his eyes disappeared instantly: "Junior sister, please look carefully when you walk."

"Brother Qianji..." The girl looked at him shyly: "Thank you for your help, it's my fault that I'm not good enough..."