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As one of the four major families in Jiangcheng, the Mo family’s end-of-year tribe can naturally attract many people to come and watch the ceremony.

Whether the intention of the person who came to watch the ceremony was to inquire about the reality of the Mo family or to really get closer to the Mo family, the Mo family was to be guests. As long as the other party had enough status, they would naturally treat him with courtesy and welcome him warmly.

In addition to many casual cultivators and the well-known Fu Xiu family in Jiangcheng, the other three families of the four great masters of Jiangcheng sent people to come, and the level of the people coming was not low, all of them were cultivators in Yuanli realm. Among them, the Zhang family even dispatched their great elder Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing sat very close to Mo Fang. He has a high seniority, but his life is short and shriveled, which looks a bit vulgar.

He laughed strangely and said, "I heard that the number one in the core disciples' tribe competition this time is the Mo family. I see that these disciples are all full of thoughts. I think today's tribe competition will definitely be very exciting!"

Mo Fang smiled faintly, stroked his beard gently, and said, "I will only know if it is exciting or not!"

"Second, I think your Zheer looks good today, are you sure to win the championship?" Mo Fang looked at Mo Leng.

Mo Leng stood up, a hint of pride flashed across his face, and said, "Zhe'er's trip to Mount Sumeru this time has gained a lot, and she is full of confidence in this tribe comparison!"

"Okay!" Mo Fang chuckled, with a hint of relief on his face.

Elder Mo Hong on the side said, "This competition is very fierce. There are actually as many as five disciples in the sub-recitation period. There are also several other disciples who do not have sub-recitation cultivation, but have abundant mental power. Maybe there will be a dark horse that will break out!"

"Elder Hong, the gap in cultivation cannot be made up with mental power. I can guarantee that the first place in this clan competition must be one of these five disciples of the Mind!" Mo Long, the eldest elder of the Mo family, interjected.

"Haha, interesting, interesting!" Elder Zhang Qing of the Zhang family said with a strange smile. He deliberately raised his voice and said in a very strange tone: "Brother Mo Long, since you are so arbitrary, my brother will bet with you.

I heard that the Mo family has produced a genius monk..."

He elongated his tone and suddenly paused, and his eyes swept towards Mo Ding, who was in the deacon, "Mo Ding, I heard that one of your sons is useless and you have an amazing new son. Why? Today he is not one of these five disciples who are divided?"

Mo Ding frowned, turned his head and looked at Zhang Qing, and snorted, "Elder Qing, you are here today, I will give you some face. Don't think that Mo Ding is afraid of you!"

"Hehe!" Zhang Qing laughed dryly and said, "Okay! Just say this to you, Mo San, and I will bet your son wins!" He turned his head and looked at Li, Li Qiuhuan and Wang Shoushan from the Wang family next to him.

"Are you two interested in gamble? Mo San gave birth to an amazing son. Let's take a look at the lottery together, as a congratulations!"

Zhang Qing's statement was immediately silent on the platform, and anyone could hear it. Zhang Qing was just saying that gambling was fake, and taking advantage of the issue was real.

Mo Ding's face looked extremely ugly, but Zhang Qing did not let him go. He struck while the iron was hot, "Mo Laoer, you said your son is full of confidence, I don't think it is! Can your son be Mo San's son's opponent?"

Mo Leng's face changed and he said, "Elder Qing, do you want to bet with me? OK! I'll bet with you!" Mo Leng waved his hand and several alienated raw stones were suspended in front of him, "Elder Qing, how about my lottery head? Can you catch your eyes on the Dharma?"

"Zhang Qing, don't sow discord! Today on the ground of my Mo family, can you still want to cause trouble?" Mo Ding said coldly, and the Yuanli Dharma behind him appeared. Obviously, he had to the extreme patience.

"Hehe!" Zhang Qing laughed dryly, "Mo Lao San, why? Do you have no confidence yourself? Your son, I have more confidence than you. This is a bit strange. Could it be that the wrong seed is right?"

"You..." Mo Ding made a quick move, and a huge fluctuation of the Yuanli emanated from him.

"Cough!" A light cough was not loud, but this cough turned all the fluctuations in the void into invisible. Mo Fang's low voice sounded at this moment, "Brother Zhang Qing's eyes have always been accurate. Since that's the case, I bet with you!"

Mo Fang said, all his eyes locked on him, even Zhang Qing!

Mo let go and two balls of light appeared in front of him, which were two "yuanli seeds" the size of goose eggs.

Yuanli seeds are a treasure for monks, especially those in Yuanli realm! Often only one of the hundred Yuan stones contains seeds, and the seeds are of different sizes, such as the seeds of goose egg size displayed by Mo Fang, which is even rarer.

Zhang Qing's pair of triangular eyes turned repeatedly. Mo Fang used such a heavy bet, how could he dare to bet?

He said the truth just now, but now he can't get out of the stage. Mo Fang smiled faintly and said, "What's wrong? Brother Zhang Qing! Are you hesitating?"

"Okay, let's change the gambling method. The third son Yan'er and the second son Zheer, you choose one of the two, and you will choose whoever you like. If the person you choose will win the championship, these two seeds will still be yours!"

"ah……"

Everyone was shocked. No one expected that Mo Fang would change his gambling method like this. Everyone knew that Mo Zhe was a favorite, and he even asked Zhang Qing to regret it. Then wouldn't he give these two Yuanli seeds with both hands?

Even Mo Ding frowned secretly, feeling very angry. Mo Ding had observed Mo Zhe seriously just now, and he actually noticed the existence of divine thoughts in Mo Zhe. In this way, Mo Yan's cultivation is obviously not enough.

Zhang Qing's triangular eyes were erratic, and the expression on his face was constantly changing. Two Yuanli seeds, and one of them was a yellow alienated seed, which was hard to resist.

"Captain Mo! Since you are so generous, I will choose Mo Zhe!" He pointed his hand at the bottom of the stage and pointed at the place where Mo Zhe stood, "It's him!"

It’s not what a gentleman does, but who has any concerns in the face of interests?

After all, in the cruel world of monks, resources are too precious, and Zhang Qing cannot resist the temptation given by Mo Fang.

"In order to fight for a breath, I actually used two Yuanli seeds to drift. Clan Chief Mo is so generous!" Someone in the crowd watching the ceremony whispered.

"Yes, that Mo Zhe is all a god-transforming monk. Standing among these children is like a crane standing out among the crowd. These two Yuanli seeds are simply for free! Zhang Qing really picked up a big advantage!"

"This Zhang Qing can pick up this cheap, who can ordinary people have the thick-skinned face of him?"

"Shhh... don't want your head anymore. Be careful to let him hear that he is a tough character who doesn't recognize his relatives."

...

"Huh? Who is that Mo Yan?"

"What? Isn't it just a disciple who is divided into thoughts? Clan Chief Mo is making such a big joke!"

...

"Is that Mo Yan the son of Mr. Mo San? Alas, Mr. Mo San used to have a good son, but it's a pity... This child is not as good as that one!"

"Yes, you see, even though you are so strong-willed, you obviously have no confidence! The leader of the Mo tribe took two Yuanli seeds, but he was saving face with him!"

Everyone was talking, Mo Fang kept smiling. He bet with Zhang Qing, and the middleman was Li Qiuhuan, the elder of the Li family.

Mo Fang handed over the two Yuanli seeds to Li Qiuhuan with magnificently, but Zhang Qing could not make the same bet. Mo Fang waved his hand indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter, just remember it. I can trust Elder Zhang Qing's character!"

"Third brother! Daddy is trying to save face from you." Mo Leng said with a slight smile. He couldn't help but look at the two shining Yuanli seeds placed in front of Li Qiuhuan, and a feeling of regret appeared in his eyes.

Mo Ding's face looked ugly, and at this moment, he glanced at the fighting talisman field below and saw Mo Yan waving his fists and pointing at Mo Zhe from afar, muttering something in his mouth. It was obvious that it was not a good thing, but it was clearly a naked provocation.

Mo Ding felt warm in his heart, and his heart changed instantly. "Yan'er is not discouraged when facing a strong player. He has such courage. Could it be that he can't give him some confidence?"
Chapter completed!