Drunk Immortal Gourd

At this moment, a foundation-building monk next to him quickly added: "Elders, these are only those that have been counted so far. There are still two disciples who haven't had time to count. Please wait for a moment."

Qingyang and Lu Feng were the last to come out. A group of Jindan elders had a dispute just now, which attracted everyone's attention. Their results had not yet been tallied. When Wei Haoran asked just now, the foundation-building monk told the statistics first. The average score of a trial disciple was only three hundred spirit stones. Even if these two people were added, it would not have much impact.

All the Jindan monks seemed to know this, and they were not overjoyed or sad because two people were missing from the statistics. There was a difference of 2,100 spiritual stones between the Demon Suppressing Palace and the first place, and there was also a gap between Qingfeng Palace and the sixth place. The difference of 1,100 spiritual stones cannot be made up by one or two people.

However, Elder Manlin and Elder Wusi are in a somewhat better mood. No matter what the results of these two people are, the sect's results will be slightly better than before. Elder Manlin said to the foundation-building monk, "Then quickly make statistics. We still need to redistribute the demon-seeking orders."

Seeing that the elder with a full face was just urging the foundation-building monk without mentioning the bet, Wei Haoran couldn't wait any longer and said: "Barbarian, you have already lost. You are willing to admit defeat. Now you should lose to my top-ranked one." Have you taken out the spiritual weapon Vajra Wheel?”

Hearing him mention the bet, his face was full of elder anger, and he said impatiently: "Why are you anxious? The results haven't been tallied yet, and it's not certain who will win in the end."

Wei Haoran curled his lips and said: "Barbarian, you seem unwilling to lose. Are you still waiting for the last disciple of the Demon Suppression Hall to make a big comeback for you? There is a whole two thousand and one difference between our two sects. A hundred spiritual stones, do you think the remaining disciple has hope?"

Elder Manlin snorted and said nothing. Apparently he also thought there was no hope, but he was unhappy with Wei Haoran's proud look and deliberately delayed talking until the results came out.

At the registration desk, the foundation-building monk took Lu Feng's talisman and took out the items one by one to count. The various materials Lu Feng obtained were worth about 150 spirit stones in total. Later, he killed three Yin Yang Sect disciples and received more than 200 spirit stones. The total amount reached 400 dollars. This result is above average among the trial disciples.

After opening the last box, the foundation-building monk suddenly exclaimed and said: "Two thousand years of spiritual grass is worth at least two thousand spiritual stones. If the previous four hundred spiritual stones are added, this Lu Feng The harvest has reached 2,400 yuan, which means that the total score of the Demon Suppression Palace has reached 26,800 spiritual stones, which is 300 yuan more than the Demon Suppression Palace!"

This sentence immediately shocked everyone present. Such an inconspicuous disciple of the Demon Suppression Hall actually collected a two-thousand-year-old elixir? The trial result reached 2,400 spirit stones? What’s even more outrageous is that the total score of the Demon Suppressing Hall actually surpassed that of the Onmyogo Sect, ranking first? Isn't this too outrageous? The leader of the Seven Immortal Sects has not changed for how many years?

Elder Manlin didn't expect that there would be a big turn in the end. The performance of the Demon Suppressing Palace actually surpassed that of the Yin Yang Sect and ranked first among the seven immortal sects. Doesn't that mean that he won the bet this time? Not only did he not have to lose the Diamond Wheel to Wei Haoran, but he could also win his Jade Smoke Stone?

Elder Manlin looked at Lu Feng on the stage. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him. He wanted to pick him up and take a bite. What kind of disciple was he if he wasn't his lucky star? You must reward him well when you look back. If the time is right, you can even consider directly accepting him as a direct disciple.

Wei Haoran was confused. He wouldn't believe it even to death. The performance of the Demon Suppressing Hall could actually surpass that of the Yin Yang Sect. However, there were two thousand years of spiritual herbs on the registration table, so he couldn't believe it. He used his consciousness to identify it again and again, and finally he could only sigh helplessly and admit the result. If the difference between the results of the two families was only a few dozen spirit stones, they could still be tied for first place after a reasonable argument. But now there is a difference of three hundred spirit stones. This gap is too big, which means that the Yin Yang Sect is destined to lose.

It's just that the Yin Yang Sect lost to the Demon Suppressing Hall, it doesn't matter, because it will happen sooner or later. The rankings among the seven immortal sects have changed countless times, and this is not the first time. The Yin Yang Sect cannot always be number one. What he couldn't accept was that he actually lost to the barbarian Elder Manlin. Not only did he lose the Biyan Stone, but he also lost face in front of everyone, which was extremely depressing.

In front of these many people, and with the testimony of many Jindan monks, Wei Haoran did not dare to lie, otherwise the shame would be lost to the entire Jiuzhou Continent. So he took out the green smoke stone that he had treasured for a long time, threw it to the elder of Manlin, and hid behind alone to sulk.

There was a big turn in the Demon Suppression Hall, which immediately aroused everyone's interest. Everyone turned their attention to Qingyang, even Elder Wusi's eyes had a hint of expectation.

Seeing thousands of monks at the scene turning their attention to him, Qingyang did not feel nervous. Instead, he smiled calmly and handed his talisman to the foundation-building monk at the registration desk.

The foundation-building monk scanned the inside with his mind and took out a bunch of things. These were what he had before entering the Chaotic Demon Valley, including Qingyang magic weapons, pills, spiritual stones, clothes, etc., and even some items from Zeng Qing The tents that Yang had used, which had been graded before, would not count.

Then the foundation-building monk took out all the items in the storage talisman. Some of them had no packaging on the outside and were just scattered on the table. The value of the items could be judged at a glance. Some are placed in jade bottles or boxes, even with restrictions and spiritual talismans attached. This is to maintain the potency of the medicine. Other monks also do this, but Qingyang's is slightly more.

The foundation-building monk first counted the scattered things, and found that there were only more than a hundred spirit stones. If there were one or two hundred spirit stones in the remaining jade box, Qingyang's results would be almost the same as everyone else's. There doesn’t seem to be anything surprising about this kid’s gains! But when I think about it, I feel relieved. The appearance of Lu Feng is shocking enough. How can there be so many surprises in the world?

At this time, the foundation-building monk opened a jade box and saw that it contained only the body of a first-level monster. He couldn't help but secretly complained that Qi-refining monks really lacked knowledge and had never encountered any good things. All monsters and monsters are sealed with restraints and talismans, and they are not afraid of others laughing at them.

When he turned the monster corpse over, he was suddenly stunned. This monster corpse seemed very unusual. After observing it carefully, he couldn't help but gasped, and then exclaimed: "This... Could this be the legendary Bagel?"