Elder Meng rolled his eyes, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"Elder Meng, if you have anything to say, just say it clearly, but if you want to be the first to do it alone, there is no way!"
"Huh! With a few of us here, you really can't have the final say on the ownership of this nephew!"
"I want to see if you have any good ideas. Tell me!"
The three elders had sneers on their faces and did their part.
Elder Meng smiled coldly: "As I said before, let this nephew decide who he wants to be his master!"
"Nonsense! Didn't you ask just now? Did she agree?"
"Yes! She didn't express her position before the selection. What's the difference if I ask again now?"
"Hmph! I think we should draw lots to determine the outcome. Whoever draws first will accept her as his apprentice. How about that?"
The four of them looked at each other, and the atmosphere couldn't help but feel a little awkward. If they couldn't even draw lots, then they would have to decide who was the best.
But they are all elders of the sect, and it is really unreasonable to fight in front of these new disciples. It will only insult the majesty and tradition of the Cangyun Sect.
As a last resort, drawing lots became the best choice!
Those who win will naturally be happy, and those who don’t can only blame bad luck and cannot blame others.
The four of them pondered for a moment and decided immediately.
"Okay! That's it!"
"Draw lots! Whether you win or not depends entirely on God's will. In the end, no one can blame anyone!"
"Okay! I happen to have a pair of lottery tickets here. Let's take a look at it first. If there is no problem, each person will get one. Whoever has the highest lottery number will accept her as a disciple!"
"Okay! Since you have said so, I promise you!" Elder Meng shook his head, but he was helpless. The situation has been deadlocked, and there is no other way but this.
Otherwise, if you try another way, no one might respond.
Seeing the four people acting like gamblers, the woman in white frowned slightly, feeling very unhappy in her heart.
The behavior of these people simply left her speechless!
Drawing lots determines the outcome?
What do you think of her? An object, or a natural treasure?
What a child’s play!
The woman in white shook her head and sighed secretly, her eyes were very cold.
To be honest, she doesn't like any of these four people, and there is no one she can identify with in her heart.
However, when she first came to Cangyun Sect, she didn't know the rules here, so she could only follow the path of a few elders.
Fortunately, the cultivation levels of these people are basically the same. Although the two silver-robed elders have a slightly thicker aura, the two white-robed elders are young and powerful, and their eyes are shining. In comparison, they are no less generous.
No matter who you take as your teacher, at least you won’t suffer any loss.
Despite some weighing, the woman in white still frowned tightly, and there was no trace of happiness on her face.
Several elders of the dignified Cangyun Sect actually used the method of drawing lots to determine the outcome to compete for her as a disciple. If this spread, how would others feel?
"No. 3! Hahahaha, I am No. 3!"
Elder Jing was the first to draw lots, and he couldn't help but feel very happy when he saw the numbers on the lots.
Drawing No. 3 among dozens of lots was quite lucky, and the four people were supervising each other in drawing the lots, so no one could cheat.
If there are no big surprises, the possibility of him getting it is very high!
"Look at my...huh? That doesn't make sense! Why is it the 14th pick? Damn it! I don't accept it!"
Elder Cen fiddled with the lot for a long time, and he randomly pulled out the number fourteen. His face turned pale with anger, and he looked at the woman in white and shook his head and sighed.
However, the four of them had agreed in advance that they could not blame anyone else if they got a bad draw, they could only blame themselves for being unlucky.
"It's my turn!" Elder Hou thought silently in his heart, carefully pulled out a stick, and when he looked at it with wide eyes, his expression suddenly changed!
"Well! Elder Hou, what is your lottery number?"
Seeing his reaction, Elder Jing couldn't help but feel nervous and his face became a little ugly.
Among the dozens of lottery tickets, only two were ranked in front of him. Elder Hou's luck couldn't be that good, but he just got it, right?
Elder Hou frowned slightly and looked extremely strange. He looked at the other party and hesitated to speak.
Elder Jing couldn't help but feel anxious: "Is it the No. 2 lottery? It can't be such a coincidence!"
Elder Hou let out a sigh of relief and slowly shook his head: "No, not No. 2."
"Huh... you scared me! It's okay, I thought you..."
"It's number one!"
After the words were said, there was silence in front of the mountain gate!
"What...what? What did you say?" Elder Jing's eyes twitched wildly, with a look of suppressed rage, and the aura emanating from his body seemed to kill a monster!
"Haha, I'm sorry, Hou got the No. 1 lottery." Elder Hou nodded and smiled, looking very proud.
"Impossible! No way! There are dozens of lottery tickets here, how come you can draw lottery No. 1?"
Elder Jing's brows knitted together. He didn't want to believe the result at all. He grabbed the opponent's sign and looked at it carefully, his eyes twitching wildly. He was completely lost.
The lottery number above is indeed "No. 1", which means that Elder Hou got the number one lottery among dozens of lottery tickets. This luck... is simply too incredible!
Looking at the No. 3 lottery in his hand, Elder Jing cursed bitterly, snapped it in half, and threw it to the ground.
"Haha, Elder Jing doesn't have to be like this. We have already agreed that whoever has the highest lottery number will accept this girl as his disciple. I am lucky enough to get lottery number one. I think everyone has no objections, right?"
Elder Hou smiled proudly, glanced at everyone with a proud look on his face, and walked towards the woman in white with a gentle step.
"Wait a minute!" Elder Meng suddenly stood in front of him, with a strange smile on his lips.
"Huh?" Elder Hou's face darkened, and a cold light flashed between his brows.
"Elder Meng, we have agreed, you won't go back on your word in front of everyone, right?"
Elder Meng shook his head and smiled: "Of course Meng will not regret it!"
"In that case, why don't you get out of my way?" Elder Hou shouted coldly, faintly angry.
"Get out of the way? Haha" Elder Meng shook his head and sneered, looking at Elder Hou as if he were an idiot, with a very proud look on his face.
"Elder Meng, if you act recklessly, don't blame Hou for being rude!"
Elder Hou had an intimidating atmosphere and cold eyes, and he did not hesitate to warn the other party in order to pick the fruit he had obtained.
"What nonsense? Haha, how could Mr. Meng do such a thing? It's just that your signatures have all been displayed, and only Mr. Meng's signature has been seen. You haven't seen it yet, right?"
"Huh?" Elder Cen and Elder Jing frowned, looked at each other and couldn't help but shake their heads and sneer.
"Come on, Elder Meng! Elder Hou has already drawn the No. 1 lottery. Is it interesting that you are still hanging on?"
"Elder Meng, I'm willing to admit defeat. Since we got a good draw, we can only say that we are unlucky, so let's admit defeat!"