deltrittennovels Chapter 596
Chapter 596
"How is this possible? Fairy Qingli was eliminated in the third round, how could she have so much luck."
"The 75-meter luck dragon, how is this possible! Feng Baichuan's luck has reached 79 meters, and it's just a python."
"It seems that what Zhang Feng said is true, ranking is not the key to luck."
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Xiao Qingli put her hand on the stele, and her achievements shocked almost everyone. No one would have thought that Xiao Qingli, who did not have any outstanding performance, would have more luck than Lei Tianming.
And then Shui Yuner's jaw dropped even more in shock.
The 93-meter-long air luck and the dragon's figure with all its feet and horns were completely unacceptable to everyone.
The two who had just finished the test were directly taken back by their sect elders.
Because of the test of the two, there was a silence in the square.
"Zhang Feng, I don't know why the two of them have such good grades, but I know that you will definitely not have good grades." Lei Tianming said loudly suddenly.
His voice at this time was particularly harsh in the square.
"Why, Lei Tianming, have you changed your career to fortune-telling?" Zhang Feng asked jokingly.
"Before I absorbed the luck, I saw that your cyan air mass, like the angel's, did not land on your side. Instead, it hung high in the air. After I absorbed the luck, there was no cyan around you either." Air mass. Therefore, you have not absorbed air luck at all."
Lei Tianming narrated his discovery loudly.
When absorbing Qi Luck, although there is green Qi blocking the line of sight, you can still vaguely see the people nearby. If you use props, you can see it more clearly.
Although Lei Tianming is ranked fourth, he is not far behind Zhang Feng. As long as he deliberately uses props to observe, Zhang Feng can still be monitored.
"I didn't expect you not only improve your cultivation quickly, but also have the potential to be a spy!" Zhang Feng teased nonchalantly.
"Zhang Feng, why can't you get luck? Are you not a human race, but a spy sent by the angel race?"
Lei Tianming stared at Zhang Feng with a dark smile and said.
"Your imagination is really rich! In the ruins, I killed more than 30 angels, how many did you kill? If I were a spy of the angelic family, then what are you, the guy who turned to the angels? Zhang Feng looked at Lei Tianming with a sarcastic look and said.
"Then how do you explain that you didn't get luck!" Lei Tianming asked again.
"Hmph! Why should I explain to you?" Zhang Feng snorted coldly and replied directly.
"Zhang Feng, you used the human race quota to enter the ruins, but now you don't get any luck. It is equivalent to wasting a precious quota, which reduces the luck that the human race gets. The human race will definitely let you go."
Lei Tianming continued to pour dirty water on Zhang Feng.
"If I hadn't entered the ruins, the number of humans entering the center of the ruins would have dropped by at least half, and you may not be able to get the fourth place!"
"Zhang Feng, since the human race wants to deal with you, why don't you rely on my angel race. As long as you return the space ring to me, I can guarantee that the angel race can escort you to a safe place."
The voice of Son of Miller suddenly came from not far away, and even now, he still misses that space ring.
"I don't have the habit of returning the trophies, so don't bother about it. Also, I killed Gado, and his father is a powerful angel clan. This kind of hatred can't be erased by just a word. " Zhang Feng said with a sneer.
"Zhang Feng, let me say one more thing, return my interspatial ring to me immediately, otherwise, our angel clan will surround and kill you with all our strength." Miller threatened again, and at this time, his gloomy face showed a ferocious expression .
"Don't even think about it!" Zhang Feng replied two words without raising his eyelids.
"Zhang Feng, don't think it's great to defeat me in the ruins. In the outside world, you are far from my opponent. And the luck that you value as a treasure is not so precious to me. Since you choose to fight against me, then Just be prepared to be hunted down to death."
Seeing Zhang Feng belittle him so much, Miller immediately lost the idea of asking Zhang Feng for the interspatial ring.
"Kill me, and you won't be able to get that ring."
Zhang Feng had already thrown the ring into the inventory, even if he died, no one else could get it.
Son of Miller turned around and walked towards the stone tablet to test luck, and touched it casually.
hum! hum! hum!
The stele was suddenly shaken, and a cyan dragon appeared on it. Then, a row of large characters appeared on the Jiao's head.
[The cyan luck is 198 meters! ]
Everyone who saw this scene was shocked, including Son Miller himself.
Neither the humans nor the angels thought that Miller himself had so much luck. This 198 meters of luck is almost half of the total luck of all races.
There is only one person in the family, but there are 27 people in the human race.
Of course, not all the ruins had such a little luck. The ruins also have a large amount of luck that will be distributed to each continent.
As for the distribution ratio, it is based on the amount of luck obtained by these people who entered the central square of the ruins.
People are shocked by the amazing luck of the son of Miller, but Miller himself has a gloomy face at this time, and he wants to cry now.
The son of Miller had also tested luck before. At that time, the length of luck was 240 meters, but now it is less than 200 meters.
This made him unable to understand why his luck would decrease anyway.
Suddenly, he thought of the relic competition. At that time, his luck in the ruins was cut in half. At that time, his own luck should not be cut in half.
Thinking of this, he looked at Zhang Feng again with hatred. It was as if the two were sworn enemies.
"Zhang Feng, even if you return the space ring to me now, you still cannot escape the fate of being killed."
Son of Miller glanced at the stele with a gloomy expression, and then said to Zhang Feng.
"You think too much, the spoils in my hands will never be returned." Zhang Feng pouted and said.
"Zhang Feng, all races have been tested, aren't you going to give it a try?" Lei Tianming urged.
"Just try it. It's interesting that this stele can measure my own luck. I haven't tested my own luck until now."
Hearing Lei Tianming's words, Zhang Feng thought of the scene of the test of Son of Miller before, and immediately became interested.
He stepped forward and touched the stele.