Chapter 657 The Son of Luck?

After a sumptuous breakfast, the four of them took the bus provided by the organization to the foot of Mount Hua, and then took a cable car to the highest North Peak.

After reaching the top, Huo Feng looked at the magnificent scenery around him and couldn't help but sighed: "This North Peak is suspended on all sides, with clouds on top and the earth below. It stands tall and alone, like a cloud platform. No wonder it is also called Yuntai Peak. It is indeed the Lingjue Peak, with a glance at all the other mountains!"

The eldest senior brother couldn't help but complain: "Master, the Lingjue Peak seems to refer to Mount Tai, right? Does it have anything to do with Mount Hua?"

Meeting such a disciple who is good at ruining things, Huo Feng's face suddenly turned black. He really wanted to slap him to the bottom of the peak: "Even if this is not Mount Tai, the artistic conception is almost the same. I'm talking about the artistic conception, do you understand the artistic conception?"

Seeing that the master's face was not very good, the eldest senior brother immediately said in a timid manner: "Understand, understand, Master, you have the final say..."

"It's good that you understand. Next time, don't interrupt me when Master is talking!"

"Got it, Master..."

There is a square made of bluestone on the top of the North Peak. Five arenas, one large and four small, have been built on it. Nearly a hundred sects will be divided into four groups for the preliminaries. The sixteen winning teams will enter the finals to compete for the title of the top ten sects and the best in the world!

At eight o'clock, the square was filled with onlookers, and nearly a hundred sects had lined up neatly. After a host asked the organizers to make speeches one by one, this session of the Huashan Sword Contest kicked off.

The first stage of the competition is drawing lots to determine the grouping of each sect. What is considered here is the element of luck. If the group is full of strong people, then it is naturally unlucky. On the contrary, if the other sects in the group are relatively weak, then the advantages are self-evident!

When Huo Feng was about to go on stage to draw lots as a representative, the eldest senior brother suddenly volunteered and said, "Master, let me do this job. From childhood to adulthood, I have always had good luck in drawing lots. When I was in school, everyone called me the son of luck!"

"Okay, then let you draw." Huo Feng didn't care and agreed casually.

The eldest brother rolled up his sleeves and walked to the podium in a swagger. He reached out and grabbed a card from the signing box. After opening it, his face immediately turned green.

The host couldn't help but announce, "The number drawn by Huo's Boxing Gym is 44, the second group."

Hahahahahaha!

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

In the minds of Chinese people, 4 is definitely the most unlucky number. Unexpectedly, the eldest senior brother drew two at once, and the members of the two groups are basically the top ten seeded sects in the previous session. This shows that the luck of the Huo Family Boxing Gym this year is really bad...

"This bastard actually drew such a crappy number, and he still has the nerve to say that he is the son of luck? Bah!" Huo Feng was furious and immediately wanted to roll up his sleeves to beat him up. Fortunately, he was held back by Fang Ye and Xu Li.

"Master, it's not nice to beat your own disciple in public. Let's go back and beat up our eldest senior brother, shall we?"

Huo Feng had to give up the idea of ​​beating him. He said angrily, "What a sin! I, Huo Feng, have a great reputation, why did I accept such an unlucky disciple..."

Fang Ye smiled and said, "Master Huo, this number is just a set of digits. There is no rule that 44 means you will lose, right?"

After a sumptuous breakfast, the four of them took the bus provided by the organizer to the foot of Mount Hua, and then took a cable car to the highest North Peak.

After reaching the top, Huo Feng looked at the magnificent scenery around him and couldn't help but sighed: "This North Peak is suspended on all sides, with clouds on top and the earth below. It stands tall and alone, like a cloud platform. No wonder it is also called Yuntai Peak. It is indeed the Lingjue Peak, with a glance at all the other mountains!"

The eldest senior brother couldn't help but complain: "Master, the Lingjue Peak seems to refer to Mount Tai, right? Does it have anything to do with Mount Hua?"

Meeting such a disciple who is good at ruining things, Huo Feng's face suddenly turned black. He really wanted to slap him to the bottom of the peak: "Even if this is not Mount Tai, the artistic conception is almost the same. I'm talking about the artistic conception, do you understand the artistic conception?"

Seeing that the master's face was not very good, the eldest senior brother immediately said in a timid manner: "Understand, understand, Master, you have the final say..."

"It's good that you understand. Next time, don't interrupt me when Master is talking!"

"Got it, Master..."

There is a square made of bluestone on the top of the North Peak. Five arenas, one large and four small, have been built on it. Nearly a hundred sects will be divided into four groups for the preliminaries. The sixteen winning teams will enter the finals to compete for the title of the top ten sects and the best in the world!

At eight o'clock, the square was filled with onlookers, and nearly a hundred sects had lined up neatly. After a host asked the organizers to make speeches one by one, this session of the Huashan Sword Contest kicked off.

The first stage of the competition is drawing lots to determine the grouping of each sect. What is considered here is the element of luck. If the group is full of strong people, then it is naturally unlucky. On the contrary, if the other sects in the group are relatively weak, then the advantages are self-evident!

When Huo Feng was about to go on stage to draw lots as a representative, the eldest senior brother suddenly volunteered and said, "Master, let me do this job. From childhood to adulthood, I have always had good luck in drawing lots. When I was in school, everyone called me the son of luck!"

"Okay, then let you draw." Huo Feng didn't care and agreed casually.

The eldest brother rolled up his sleeves and walked to the podium in a swagger. He reached out and grabbed a card from the signing box. After opening it, his face immediately turned green.

The host couldn't help but announce, "The number drawn by Huo's Boxing Gym is 44, the second group."

Hahahahahaha!

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

In the minds of Chinese people, 4 is definitely the most unlucky number. Unexpectedly, the eldest senior brother drew two at once, and the members of the two groups are basically the top ten seeded sects in the previous session. This shows that the luck of the Huo Family Boxing Gym this year is really bad...

"This bastard actually drew such a crappy number, and he still has the nerve to say that he is the son of luck? Bah!" Huo Feng was furious and immediately wanted to roll up his sleeves to beat him up. Fortunately, he was held back by Fang Ye and Xu Li.

"Master, it's not good to beat your own disciple in public. Let's go back and beat up our eldest senior brother, right?"

Huo Feng had to give up the idea of ​​beating him. He said angrily, "What a sin! I, Huo Feng, have a great reputation, but why did I accept such an unlucky disciple..."

Fang Ye laughed and said, "Master Huo, this number is just a set of numbers. There is no rule that 44 will definitely lose, right?"

Xu Li also advised, "That's right. On the fighting stage, everything still depends on strength. Does it mean that whoever draws number 88 will definitely be the best in the world?"

As soon as the voice fell, the host on the stage immediately announced: "Congratulations to the Tang Sect, they drew number 88, the fourth group!"

The master and his apprentice looked up and saw Tang Wuyan, dressed in black, holding up his own number. Seeing the undisguised pride on his face, Huo Feng's face, which had just relaxed a little, suddenly became darker...