Dark Beast Summoner

As soon as Mu Wushuang's words came out, there were sneering and mocking voices.

Wasn't she joking when she actually said that she had an elixir to keep them going until the end of the game?

Thinking that there are more than 300 eight-class sects participating in the sect competition, and 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.

If each ring leader wants to hold the ring, he must defeat more than 60 people behind!

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

Who doesn't try their best to compete?

Even if she has a high level of cultivation, her spiritual power will always be exhausted. Once her spiritual power is exhausted, she will be pressed and beaten by someone!

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

Cang Yang knew Mu Wushuang's identity as an alchemist, and she made the Xuan Yuan Dan in the sect, and it was a medicinal pill without erysipelas.

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

"Thank you, Senior Sister, I will do my best to stand last."

Mu Wushuang hooked his lips, Cang Yang's strength is placed here, and he is Tian Linggen, whose aptitude and cultivation are higher than that of more than half of the disciples of the eight sects present.

Coupled with her little Huan Dan, it is not a problem to want to last until the end.

For her, it made no difference whether she drew first or last.

The biggest difference is that she can advertise and sell medicinal herbs. If she doesn't sell it at a high price this time, she will be sorry for the "one" character she drew.

"Mother smiled like this, and someone else is going to be unlucky!"

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

The corners of Long Mo's deep mouth rose: "Your mother is going to earn spiritual stones. Believe it or not, after the game, many people will ask your mother to buy medicine pills."

"letter!"

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

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

And that pill, what pill is it?

Can she really keep her and Cang Yang alive until the end of their spiritual power?

But, this is impossible, right? How can spiritual power not be exhausted? No elixir will work!

But there was a faint expectation in his heart. His apprentice can always surprise people. Maybe, she really has a way to keep her spiritual power from being exhausted?

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

"Yo, why is the Sect Master here?"

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

He has a dignified appearance and looks very decent, but his eyes are slender, which adds a shrewd and cunning taste to his whole body.

As soon as Wujizi saw him, he snorted coldly and turned his head away.

The other disciples did not dare to pretend that he did not exist, so they all shouted in a low voice, "This disciple has seen the deputy head."

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

"Grandpa is the head head, if you are the deputy head, why have I never met you?"

Wujizi turned around and said deliberately, "Xixi, don't talk to people who forget their righteousness."

"Also!" His sharp eyes swept to the middle-aged man: "Li Zhengde, you have left the Qingyun Sword Sect, and you are no longer the deputy head of the sect. You should hang around in front of Lao Tzu if you don't have anything to do. Lao Tzu thinks you are disgusting!"

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

"I have never left the sect, nor have I committed any wrongdoing within the sect. Senior brother, if you say that I am not the deputy head of the sect, I am right? Senior brother, after so long, why are you still so naive?"

Wujizi hated his teeth so much that Li Zhengde did not leave the sect, but he disliked the slow development of the sect and the lack of resources, so he went to become an elder of a eight-tier sect, but Li Zhengde was too cunning and stayed. The latter is a nominal elder, which means that he is still a member of Qingyun Jianzong, but he trains disciples for other sects.

Li Zhengde saw that Wujizi was speechless, and his slender eyes smiled even more deeply. He pointed at Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang in the arena and said:

"Senior brother has accepted two good disciples into the sect, but you are too stupid, obviously you only need to challenge one of the eight sects at will, and you can become one of the eight sects! You let them join the eight sects. In the competition, Bai Shengsheng lost this opportunity!"

Participating in the Great Competition of the Eight-Liu Sect means giving up the option of challenging a Eight-Liu Sect. Only when Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang get the top three in this competition can they be considered successful and make the sect a Eight-Liu Sect. Liu Zongmen.

But if they can't make it into the top three, then the results of the previous competition are equivalent to useless, and the Qingyun Sword Sect is still the Jiuliu Sect.

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

"If it were me, I would definitely not let them participate in the competition of the Eight Streams sects. Senior Brother, you have never stayed in the Eight Streams sects, it's not how deep their background is, the methods of those disciples are better than those of the Nine Streams sects. There are a lot of disciples in the sect. They entered the ring today, and they are not dead or disabled. Tsk tsk, senior brother, you always do this, playing a good card to a pulp." Li Zhengde's voice was not in a hurry, but the irony became more and more. concentrated.

He originally thought that the sect could be promoted to the eighth-rank sect, and he wanted to come back to help Wujizi, but now it seems that it is not necessary at all.

Both of them got the lottery of the champion, because God didn't help them.

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

Wujizi spat, stood up, and if Li Zhengde didn't leave, he would fight a big battle.

Li Zhengde smiled lightly and walked away slowly. After walking to a group of people who were dressed in the same clothes as him and sat down not far away, he looked back at Wujizi with a smile that was not a smile.

Wujizi hated his junior brother the most. When the master was still alive, Li Zhengde pretended to be obedient and obedient. When the master died, his fox tail was exposed, and he wanted to take the position of headmaster from him.

Later, he disliked the sect like A Dou who couldn't help him. When the sect still needed him, he left the sect without hesitation and went to the Fanhai sect of the eight-flow sect to become a nominal elder.

As soon as he saw Li Zhengde's smile, Wujizi had a bad premonition in his heart, and he always felt that Li Zhengde was making some bad ideas.

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

Xiao Xuanxi said to Wujizi earnestly with a puffed bun face.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zhengde suddenly screamed!

Wujizi looked over quickly, only to see a sword stuck in Li Zhengde's arm, blood flowing.

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