Chapter 255： Unlucky

Chapter 255

As soon as Mu Wushuang's words came out, there were ridicule and mocking voices next to him.

She actually said that she had a pill to keep them through until the end of the game. Isn't that a joke?

Consider that there are more than three hundred eight-liu sects participating in the sect competition. Each sect sent two people, that is, more than 600 people.

There are a total of ten arenas, that is to say, each arena has an average score of more than 60 people attacking.

If every ring master wants to hold the ring, he must defeat the sixty people behind!

And the disciples who can participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition, are they a mob?

Who didn't fight all the means to compete?

Even if she has a high level of cultivation, but when her spiritual power is exhausted, once her spiritual power is exhausted, she will be crushed and beaten by someone!

Even if she can survive five people, she still dares to say that her medicine can make them last to the end? Be funny!

Cang Yang knew the identity of Mu Wushuang's alchemist, the Xuanyuan Pill in the sect was made by her, and it was an elixir-free pill.

So he believed her words, ignored people's mocking eyes, took the medicine, and said seriously:

"Thank you, Master Sister, I will do my best to stand at the end."

Mu Wushuang hooked his lips, and Cang Yang's strength was placed here, and he was also the root of Heavenly Spirit. His aptitude and cultivation base were higher than those of the eight-liu sect disciples present.

Coupled with her small return pill, it is not a problem to last till the end.

For her, it makes no difference whether to draw first or draw last.

The biggest difference is that she can advertise and sell pills. If she doesn't sell a high price this time, I'm sorry for the "one" she got.

"My mother smiled like this, someone else is going to be unlucky!"

In the stands, Xiao Xuanxi sat on his father's lap, squinted comfortably, and commented.

The corner of Long Mo's mouth raised: "Your mother is going to earn Lingshi, Xixi believe it or not, after the game, there will be many people looking for your mother to buy the pill."

"letter!"

Xiao Xuanxi didn't quite understand, but his trust in his mother was 100%.

Wujizi listened, his face was full of curiosity, why didn't he know what medicine his apprentice was selling in the gourd?

And that pill, what kind of pill?

Can she really let her and Cangyang last until the end of their spiritual power?

But is this impossible? How can spiritual power be inexhaustible? No pill will work!

But there is a faint expectation in his heart. His apprentice can always surprise people. Maybe, she really has a way to keep her spiritual energy from exhausting?

If this is the case, I am afraid the entire alchemy world will be shaken!

"Oh, why is the head in charge here?"

At this moment, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked towards Wuji.

He looks dignified and looks very decent, but his eyes are long and thin, which gives him a shrewd and cunning taste.

When Wu Ji Zi saw him, he snorted and turned his head.

The other disciples didn't dare to think that he didn't exist, they all shouted in a low voice: "The disciple has seen the deputy head."

Xiao Xuanxi's dark eyes widened, and said in a crisp voice:

"Grandpa head is the main head. If you are the deputy head, why have I never seen you?"

Wu Jizi turned around and deliberately said: "Xixi, don't talk to people who see profit and forget righteousness."

"Also!" He glanced sharply at the middle-aged man: "Li Zhengde, you have left Qingyun Jianzong, and you are no longer the deputy head of the sect. It's okay to hang around in front of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu hates you!"

The middle-aged man named Li Zhengde didn't have the slightest color on his face, he was even humiliated by Wujizi, and his face still kept the faint smile before.

"I have never left the sect, nor have I made any mistakes in the sect. Brother, if I am not the deputy head, am I? Brother, why are you still so naive after so long?"

Wu Jizi was itchy with hatred. Li Zhengde did not leave the sect, but he felt that the development of the sect was too slow and the resources were too few. Instead, he went to an eight-liu sect as the elder, but Li Zhengde was too cunning and stayed. The second hand was a named elder, which meant he was still a member of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, but he was training disciples for other sects.

Seeing that Wu Jizi could not speak, Li Zhengde smiled deeper with his slender eyes. He pointed to Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang in the court:

"Senior brother accepted two good disciples into the sect, but you are too stupid. You obviously only need to challenge an eight-liu sect at will, and you can become one of the eight-liu sect! But you let them participate in the eight-liu sect. Bai Shengsheng lost this opportunity!"

Participating in the Baliu sect competition means giving up the option of challenging a family of Baliu sects. Only when Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang get the top three in this game can they be considered successful and make the sect become the eighth. Liuzongmen.

But if they can't make the top three, then the previous game results are equivalent to useless, and Qingyun Jianzong is still a nine-liu sect.

"You don't need to worry about it!" Wuji snorted coldly.

"If it were me, I would never let them participate in the Baliu Sect competition. Brother, you have never been in the Baliu Sect. It’s not how thick their background is. The methods of those disciples are better than those of the Nine-liu Sect. There are more disciples in the door, and they are in the ring today, immortal and disabled. Tsk, brother, you always do this, playing a good hand of cards." Li Zhengde's voice is not rushed, but the irony is getting more and more. concentrated.

He originally thought that the sect could be promoted to an eight-liu sect, and he wanted to come back and help Wujizi, but now it seems that there is no need at all.

Both of them got the lottery from the master of the ring. God didn't help them.

"You're not dead or disabled! You stay away from me, I don't want to see you!"

Wuji Zi screamed and stood up, there is a big Li Zhengde who will not leave, he will fight a battle.

Li Zhengde smiled faintly and walked away slowly. After walking to a group of people with the same clothes as him and sitting down not far away, he turned his head and looked like Wu Jizi with a smile.

Wu Jizi hated him the most. When the master was still there, Li Zhengde pretended to be obedient, and when the master died, his fox tail was exposed, and he wanted to take the position of the head from him.

Later, he thought that abandoning the sect was like A Dou who could not be supported. When the sect still needed him, he left the sect without hesitation and went to the Baliu Sect Fanhaizong to become the named elder.

As soon as he saw Li Zhengde's smile, Wuji had a bad premonition, always feeling that Li Zhengde was making a bad idea.

"Grandpa, don't be angry, this person will definitely be unlucky."

Xiao Xuanxi said to Wujizi with a puffed bun face.

As soon as his voice fell, Li Zhengde suddenly screamed!

Wujizi quickly looked over and saw a sword stuck in Li Zhengde's arm, blood flowing.

An old man embarrassedly ran over and apologized to Li Zhengde: "Sorry, sorry, the old sword flew out suddenly, and I didn't expect to hurt someone. I'm really sorry!"