I'm the villain's own mother

Fengyuan continued calmly: "My current body no longer allows me to win the championship."

As he spoke, he began to cough lightly again.

Mu Wanwan rolled her eyes. This was like Su Hu saying in front of her, 'I have no money.'

Doesn't she know what Feng Yuan's strength is that others don't know? That he can challenge the leader of six major sects by himself even if his sea of ​​consciousness is damaged and all the muscles and veins in his body are severed.

When she looked again, she found that Feng Yuan's expression had not changed. He just had to write two words on his face: "Seriously."

Mu Wanwan then spoke cautiously: "Are you serious?"

Feng Yuan did not comment, but the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

Mu Wanwan thought for a while: "Waiting for three points of weakness?"

Feng Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Wanwan: "Maybe."

After that, he turned around and walked towards the place where the lots were drawn.

Mu Wanwan quickly followed.

"The rules of this Cangshan sect's competition are rougher than those of Taiyan Palace's Tongying Association. No matter what, it has to be compared with the same realm. This is a pot of stew. You said that if the young monks in the Qi training period happened to meet

Isn't it a gift of experience to have sex with Brother Yuan?" Su Hu was talking to Huaiyu, and Mu Wanwan looked back.

Huaiyu was a little absent-minded, as if she had been dodging and dodging ever since she joined Wangbuliuxing.

But Mu Wanwan quickly turned her head back.

Xiao Fengyu got closer to Su Hu and slowly opened his mouth to clear up Su Hu's doubts.

"Junior Brother Su may think this competition system is unreasonable, but who can guarantee that when he goes out to slay demons, he will meet an equally matched opponent?"

After saying this, Xiao Fengyu drew his own lot. After a burst of golden light, everyone saw his expression change.

Seeing this, Su Hu hurriedly said: "Who did Senior Brother Xiao meet?"

Feng Yuan had drawn the lot at this moment. Mu Wanwan looked over and was pushed back by Feng Yuan.

"The young disciples of Qingyin Pavilion are nothing to be afraid of."

Mu Wanwan talked for a while, stretched out her hand and drew her own lot.

"Qingyinge Liu Wendi?" Su Hu's voice stood out, and everyone around him was silent for a moment.

Mu Wanwan walked over with a smile on her face: "Senior Brother Su, did you meet Liu Wendi?"

Su Hu waved his hand: "I haven't drawn it yet, this is Senior Brother Xiao's lot."

Mu Wanwan looked at Xiao Fengyu's frozen face, sighed, and took out the lot she had just drawn, with some seriousness in her words.

"Senior brother, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten. Aren't you the second-ranked man in the martial arts list, Ji Yun Hui Xue Liu Wen Di? You are third in the martial arts list as a swordsman, so you still have a chance. Look at me, a little-known little guy.

Little Swordsman, I drew Fu Huaiying in the first round. Where does Fu Huaiying rank? Ranked seventh! He is even more powerful than Jiang Yingxi. Who am I to ask for explanation?"

Xiao Fengyu smiled lightly: "Junior sister is more miserable."

"Jade Qilin? What kind of luck am I? Why did I meet him in the first round? We are really enemies on a narrow road." As soon as Su Hu spoke, Mu Wanwan laughed.

"It turns out that there are people who are worse than me. Although Jade Qilin is ranked tenth, which is the lowest on this list, it is still on the list. Su Hu is only in the early stage of foundation building, and he has no chance of winning against Jade Qilin."

Seeing Huaiyu comforting Su Hu, Mu Wanwan was not prepared to disturb him and glanced at Meng Die: "Who did you draw?"

Meng Die smiled: "He is a disciple of the Dao Dao Sect, so there should be no problems."

Mu Wanwan immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "After all, Taiyan Palace is not completely wiped out. Even if we all lose, you and Fengyuan can still fight again."

Song Zhujun also came over at this time: "Who did you draw? I drew Sister A."

Everyone told Song Zhujun the results of the lottery, and Song Zhujun immediately took out a few pills and handed them to Su Hu.

"There's nothing I can do to help you. Just take this painkiller pill and take as many as you can when you're on stage. It will relieve the pain for a while."

Su Hu took the pills with tears in her eyes.

Song Zhujun's eyes were wandering, as if he was looking for someone, and Mu Wanwan was keenly aware of it: "What are you looking for?"

Song Zhujun smiled: "It's nothing, why are there only a few of you and someone else?"

Jiang Yingsi walked over with a gloomy face at this moment.

Mu Wanwan said: "Senior Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Yingsi responded: "What's the matter?"

It could be heard that he was not happy.

Mu Wanwan shook her head, but Song Zhujun said, "Who did you slap? You have such a face?"

Jiang Yingxi still had the same stinky face, and his tone did not change: "I've hit Tanhua Sect's Ji Kong."

Su Hu didn't understand why: "Jikong is only ninth on the list, why do you have such a sad face?"

Huaiyu privately tugged on Su Hu's sleeve, and Su Hu noticed something and shut up in time.

Song Zhujun suddenly smiled: "Ah, that good-looking Buddhist cultivator? I remember Xiao Fengyu mentioned it three years ago when he was joking about Wanwan."

Mu Wanwan also suddenly had some impressions. The first thing that came to mind was the pair of passionate but seemingly ruthless eyes, and then a little cinnabar between the eyebrows. At that time, when sending Ji Yuan and the others back to Tanhua Sect, Zeng had seen them from afar.

One glance.

She couldn't help but start to search for her own description of the silence in her mind, but found that there were only a few.

Most of the time, she described how amazing he was when he appeared. As for what he participated in and what he did, she only briefly mentioned it.

It was obvious that such a face should attract everyone's attention no matter what she did, but in all the fragments of her dreams, she could not find anything that that person had done.

Just as he was thinking about it, a voice suddenly appeared next to him, as sharp as a clear spring in a mountain stream and as cold as the snow on the top of a mountain.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has come to draw his lot."

There was an uproar all around. It was a scene like this. It would be like this every time Ji Kong appeared.

After Ji Kong picked up the lot and read it, he raised his eyebrows slightly, looked towards where they were, smiled slightly, and then saluted the child in charge of drawing the lot.

"Thank you."

After spitting out these two words, he slowly walked towards them.

"Donor Jiang, this poor monk has heard of your name."

Jiang Yingsi smiled ugly, and then said: "Master Jikong's words are serious. I hope Master Jikong will be merciful during the competition."

Ji Kong smiled, his features brightened, and Mu Wanwan felt that her eyes were brightening.

"Donor Jiang's words are really interesting. I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

After Jikong said this, he nodded towards Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan didn't know, so she could only smile at him.

Song Zhujun smiled and patted Jiang Yingsi on the shoulder: "You still have a droopy face. The fact that Ji Kong came over to say hello to you means that he recognizes you as his opponent."

Jiang Yingsi smiled reluctantly: "That's what you said." After saying that, he strode away.

Xiao Fengyu smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid I'll have to find a place to practice again."

Mu Wanwan was a little panicked: "Hasn't he practiced enough? Even after leaving Taiyan Palace, he still has the same routine every day. After morning class, he will finish his afternoon class, and after lunch class, he will finish his evening class. Even if he wastes time catching monsters,

I will definitely find time to make up for it. I am so panicked when he is like this! He is better than me and works harder than me. Forget about it, I also went to practice." After saying that, Mu Wanwan hurriedly ran out, trying to catch up.

Jiang Yingsi in front.