Chapter 939 It's You

"Don't worry, there are two more and two more. I will definitely get one of these two." Kong Qingfeng, who was in the middle of the crowd, was praying with his hands folded.

Above his head, Feng Yao, the leader of the Xuanyu Tianwang Bee, comforted him, "Don't worry, you will definitely get one."

It can be said that they didn't know each other until they fought. Kong Qingfeng went to the habitat of the Xuanyu Tianwang Bee to see Feng Yao when he had nothing to do.

Now, his relationship with Feng Yao is very strong.

When the third member number appeared, Kong Qingfeng was ecstatic after checking the number three times.

"Ha ha, if I said I would get one, I said I would get one, ha ha."

The third winner was Kong Qingfeng.

"I told you, you will definitely get one."

Feng Yao was also happy for his friend.

"Brother Feng Yao, everything is your credit. It must be your words that worked."

Kong Qingfeng thanked Feng Yao.

"My Great Qi Empire is mighty and domineering!!"

The loud and mighty voices of the Great Qi Empire rang out over the Tianbo Lake.

The numbers in the void began to roll again. Yang Feng would not stop the lottery just because some people were reveling.

The fourth member number who got the Changsheng Jue appeared.

The people and monsters in front of the store fell silent again, and no one came out to claim it.

This also means that someone from the Haoyue Continent was drawn again.

"Ah, Miss, it's your member number, Miss, you won!!"

In front of the branch store, Hongyi grabbed Cheng Yanran's arm and chatted excitedly.

"Your Majesty, it's the twenty-third princess!"

A man standing next to the prince of the Haoyue Empire said, suppressing his inner ecstasy.

"Haha, pass the good news back quickly!"

The prince was overjoyed when he saw it, and hurriedly said to a guard beside him.

There is a possibility that a cultivator will appear in their Cheng family.

"Sister, is it really you?" Su Yiming asked Cheng Yanran with a shocked look on his face.

"Yeah." Cheng Yanran nodded, and her whole body was trembling with excitement.

She was actually selected, and she could have the immortal cultivation method.

"Congratulations, sister, congratulations, sister!"

Qin Yonglin, Xiao Pangdun, and Lin Dong all shouted excitedly.

Yang Feng said lightly: "Congratulations to these four members, I hope you will continue to work hard in the future."

Yang Feng paused here and drew everyone's attention back.

"Next, we will draw four spiritual root winners."

Everyone heard this and concentrated their minds and listened attentively.

They knew what the role of this spiritual root was.

"As everyone knows, if you want to become an immortal cultivator, this spiritual root is the most basic and important. Without spiritual roots, it is impossible to become an immortal cultivator."

Without spiritual roots, there is no possibility of becoming an immortal cultivator.

With spiritual roots, there is a foundation for entering the immortal path.

"This time, the spiritual root reward is the yellow spiritual root of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and the winner will get one of these five spiritual roots in a random form."

The yellow spiritual root is the worst among all the spiritual roots in the store.

Although it is the worst, it has an advantage, that is, it can be fused.

It is possible that ten or twenty yellow spiritual roots, after fusion, are likely to become black spiritual roots.

Of course, this is not absolute, it can only be said that there is such a possibility.

"Now there are four lucky people who will get the spiritual root of cultivation."

Yang Feng said here, snapped his fingers, and the lottery officially began.

At this moment, except for those who have been drawn, all the others are shouting and praying in their hearts.

This is the fate of immortals. With spiritual roots, they will have the possibility of becoming immortals.

Another snap of fingers sounded.

The number of the first member who got the spiritual root was fixed.

"Ah, it's me, it's me!" A scream sounded.

"Look, clan leader, this is my membership number."

Chu Youyou of the demon tribe, holding up her membership card, waved it in front of Chu Mengyun.

"Haha, it's my Youyou who is the first to get the spiritual root!" Chu Jingkuang laughed.

Chu Mengyun hugged Chu Youyou and turned around.

"Haha. Congratulations to Miss Chu for getting the spiritual root."

Everyone around cast blessings and envy at Chu Youyou.

Who wouldn't envy someone who can get the spiritual root?

Yang Feng watched the demon tribe hugging together, singing and dancing, as if it was a grand festival.

The snap of fingers sounded again, and the second member number who got the spiritual root appeared.

"Oh my god, I won, brothers, I won, this is my membership number!" Qin Lan jumped three meters high on the spot.

"Fuck Qin Lan, you actually got shit luck." Xu Wei said sourly as he looked at Qin Lan, whose face was flushed with excitement.

Wei Shujun, Zhen Ji, Xu Bo, Liu Peng and others immediately surrounded Qin Lan.

"Haha, yes, I'm lucky. Damn, this is my first time winning a big prize!

However, although I won this spiritual root, it is impossible to use it on me."

Qin Lan knows his own limitations. Maybe someone will come to find him in a while.

After all, the gold coins he spent were sent to him by the higher-ups. He is just a tool.

After hearing this, the people surrounding Qin Lan had a look of truth in their eyes.

At this time, a man squeezed in and whispered to Qin Lan: "Twenty-seventh grandson, His Majesty asked you to go over!"

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Qin Lan shrugged, looked at his brothers, and signaled with his eyes, see, this person is coming.

Qin Lan immediately followed the people who came and left.

His brothers, after seeing this situation, also understood what was going on.

They could only smile bitterly and shook their heads.

Yang Feng fired the third finger snap to obtain spiritual roots.

"I won, I won!" A slightly excited voice sounded.

Because the voice was not so loud, only people standing nearby could hear it.

The first person to hear it was Zhang Wuhui of Qingyun Tianzong.

"Ah, Elder Ren, it turned out that you won?"

Zhang Wuhui's face was full of ecstasy. Finally, someone in his Qingyun Tianzong won the prize.

And the winner was their elder Ren Yi.

"Haha, Sect Master, when this spiritual root is taken out, you will use it!" Ren Yi showed his old teeth and said with a smile.

Zhang Wuhui was stunned after hearing this: "Ah, Elder Ren, what are you doing?"

Ren Yi laughed and said: "Haha. You are the Sect Master, who else can I give this spiritual root to if not you?"

Not far away, Xiang Wentian always felt familiar when looking at Ren Yi, the elder of Qingyuntian Sect.

After staring at Ren Yi for a long time, Xiang Wentian's eyes lit up.

"It's him!!"

Xiang Wentian finally recognized Ren Yi.

He wanted to go over and hold Ren Yi down, but just when he was about to get up, a voice sounded in his ear.

"Let him go of the past. He is now called Ren Yi, not Lin Yiren."

Xiang Wentian turned his head and looked. It was his master Yun Zimo.

After Yun Zimo finished speaking, he nodded to Xiang Wentian and turned his eyes back to the light curtain.

After hearing what Yun Zimo said, Xiang Wentian was stunned for a moment, but then he figured it out.

Yes, he is now called Ren Yi, not Lin Yiren.

Let him let go of the past.