A sneer appeared on the corner of Lu Ming's mouth.

He knew in his heart that although the last totem pole had a lot of luck, it was not too exaggerated.

The lucky value of the last totem pole is about 200,000, which is equivalent to the totem pole on Tiandu Island.

The reason why he had a fortune of about 800,000 was because he killed more than a dozen geniuses from the Blood Sword Continent.

Among the geniuses in the Blood Sword Continent, there are two who are equivalent to the top ten of the Thousand Prides List. Each of them contributed more than 100,000 yuan of luck to him. Adding the others' and the previous ones, so Lu Ming can obtain 800,000 yuan of luck.

But Emperor God, Luo Tian, ​​Wang Fentian and others didn't know that they believed that the last totem pole would definitely reward a huge amount of luck, which led to Lu Ming having such a huge luck value.

Around the others, they suddenly realized.

"So that's it. I said how could this little beast Lu Ming get so much luck? It turns out that he got it by taking advantage of the miserable means!"

The head of the Wang family sneered.

"What's the use of this? He can't save it at all when he waits for a battle of luck. Countless people will stare at him. His luck will still be taken away!"

The head of the Jiang family also sneered.

Sure enough, on the battlefield, his eyes were staring at Lu Ming with a scorching light, revealing a greedy light.

The top ten, top twenty, and even top thirty, even the newly rising geniuses, and the geniuses from Tian Yao Valley, all looked at Lu Ming with their eyes fiery.

It’s like Lu Ming is a big piece of fat meat, and everyone wants to take a bite.

800,000 lucky value, as long as you defeat or even kill Lu Ming, how much luck value can you get?

Their hearts were thumping.

The Emperor God, Ao Tu and others also have a lot of luck, but no one dared to pay attention.

If you beat the Emperor God and others to pay attention, isn’t that asking for death?

But Lu Ming only relies on luck and fishing for treasures to get so much luck. What is that if it is not fat?

Only a few people have serious eyes.

Like Brother Li Tian, ​​Nangong Bo.

They all fought with Lu Ming and knew that Lu Ming was powerful.

Especially Nangong Bo, even he was defeated by Lu Ming. After that, nearly half a year passed, Lu Ming must have become stronger. This bite of fat may not be delicious.

However, he did not spread the news about Nangong Bo's defeat to Lu Ming, and almost no one knew about it.

Therefore, there are very few people who know Lu Ming’s combat power, except for everyone in Fu Kuang Sect.

Many people in Fuku Sect sneered at the corners of their mouths.

They have seen Lu Ming's powerful combat power. They killed several geniuses in the Blood Sword Continent who were comparable to the top ten of the Thousand Prides. They were easy to find that Lu Ming was not fat, but a knife that could kill people.

When they see Lu Ming's combat power displayed, they don't know what kind of expression they will have?

Many disciples of Fuku Sect showed expectations.

However, they still have some concerns in their hearts.

Although Lu Ming is strong, he is very dangerous to God, Ao Tu, and Blood Sword.

After Lu Ming stepped on, there was no one else behind him.

And the number of people qualified to fight for luck is also out.

There are about a thousand people who can transform pythons.

There are about 300 people who have transformed into dragons.

There are only about sixty people who have transformed into dragons.

Sixty people, including the geniuses in the Tian Yao Valley and the newly rising geniuses, so only the geniuses in the top thirty of the Thousand Prides can be achieved.

Of course, there will be exceptions.

Some of the rankings were lower, while some of the top 30 failed.

Buzz!

At this moment, the battle platform was slightly vibrating and a light shone.

"The battlefield is about to evolve into a battlefield, let's go to the stands first!"

Someone shouted and flew towards the surrounding stands.

The geniuses on the battlefield flashed and flew towards the surrounding battlefields, landing in the areas of their respective forces.

In an instant, there was no one on the battlefield.

Buzz!

The battle platform glowed, and suddenly eight semicircular light shields like bubbles appeared, dividing the entire battle platform into eight pieces.

In the light mask, mountains, rivers and rivers slowly appear, just like an evolutionary world.

Everyone had already known this point.

Wait a minute, eight different areas will evolve on the battlefield, forming eight battlefields.

All the young people above the python on the scene will be automatically divided into eight batches, enter eight battlefields, and compete.

As long as you defeat your opponent, you can gain 50% of your opponent's luck, and the defeated person will be eliminated and teleported out, and in the end, you can save half of your luck.

Once you kill the opponent, you can gain all the luck of the opponent.

However, the opponent can also admit defeat, but once he admits defeat, he will lose 90% of his luck and can only retain 10%.

It can be said that those with weak strength are destined to be deprived of their luck by those with strong strength.

But it is not completely lifeless.

The time for the battle for luck is one hour. As long as you can survive an hour, you can save all luck when the battle for luck is over.

In the end, the person with the strongest luck in every battlefield can advance.

In the last eight battlefields, eight of the strongest people were selected to hold the final showdown and continue to compete for the opponent's luck.

That's why so many people stared at Lu Ming with fiery eyes.

In their opinion, Lu Ming is fat.

Everyone watched quietly, the battlefield evolved and it took some time.

At this time, Lu Ming quietly came to Bai Shijin's side.

"Senior Bai, I want to ask for help if I have something to do!"

Lu Ming sent a message to Bai Shijin.

"What's the matter? But it's okay!"

Bai Shijin also rumored Lu Ming.

"In the battle of luck, I obtained a treasure called Shanhetu..."

Lu Ming sent a message to Bai Shijin. After saying that, a scroll of mountains and rivers appeared in his hand and handed it to Bai Shijin.

"There is such a wonderful treasure. Don't worry, I will definitely do this for you and it won't take much time!"

Bai Shijin took the map of mountains and rivers, then quietly retreated, then flashed and sank into the teleportation vortex, leaving here, and almost no one noticed it.

At this time, everyone's attention was on the battle stage below.

Time passed slowly, and a few minutes later, the eight light-covered areas on the battlefield were completed, forming eight worlds.

Eight different worlds.

There are mountains and forests, some are deserts, some are rocks, and some are swamps...

The eight light shields, each of which is about ten miles in diameter, so from the outside, the forests and peaks are very small, like mini ones.

But many people know in their hearts that this is the battlefield of one hundred thousand miles.

In every battlefield, there are 100,000 miles long and wide, with a large area.

Buzz!

The light shield shines, and the battlefield evolves, and a number appears on the light shield on each battlefield.

They are one, two, three...

Until eight, representing eight battlefields.

At this time, beams of light were shot out from the eight battlefields, falling on the young people who were going to participate in the battle for luck.

Then, a number appeared above everyone's head.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!