Money or rice, who is lighter and who is heavy?

Both are civilized worlds and are of great importance. The former is related to the circulation of materials in the world and everyone exchanges their existence. The latter is an indispensable thing for human survival.

On this arena, Qian and Mi have an unprecedented weight.

Everyone in the audience knew that it seemed that the dispute between money and rice was actually a confrontation between the son of the merchant and Wumen.

The mother of money summoned by the son of a merchant, with a lot of luck, is the profound civilization brought about by the circulation of coins over the past thousands of years.

The spiritual rice produced by Wumen should not be underestimated. It is accompanied by human luck, and a grain of rice is as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Success or failure, this is a blow!"

Everyone was full of expectations. Ruowumen used the magical powers of the Plague Tribe, and the son of the merchant had no chance of winning at all.

However, Wumen's use of spiritual rice magic at this moment still had a fight in the eyes of everyone.

If you don't do it well, the son of the merchant is really likely to win.

"How much can a monday be worth?"

Wumen suddenly sighed, "My rice train moved from the southwest into the wilderness. Money and money are useless. Only the spiritual rice in your hand can fill your stomach and exchange it with the savages for supplies to save yourself!"

"The dynasty changed, and the coins changed several times, but the rice that was eaten in the mouth remained unchanged forever!"

"No matter how heavy your coins are, can they be as good as one meter of eternity?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual rice in Wumen's hand suddenly surged into a mountain of rice.

Mishan fell from the sky, and the huge coins were on the middle, making a loud noise.

The son of the merchant didn't think so at first. The coins were rounded all over and rotated slightly, and the weight of Mishan could be removed.

However, the development of things was beyond his expectations.

Mishan hit the attack, suppressing the coins to stop in place and unable to move.

"The winner has been decided!"

Fang Dou spoke with infinite emotion in his heart. The spiritual rice spell was created by his inspiration.

Since then, Fang Dou has not paid much attention, but he did not expect that the Mi Cult has studied the magical powers of the spiritual rice system to this point.

The spiritual rice magic power produced by Wumen shows an overwhelming advantage against Qian’s mother, the son of the merchant.

Others may not be able to see it, but Fang Dou is Men Qing. When he saw Wumen taking action, he knew that he would win.

As expected, under the heavy pressure of Mishan, Qian's mother shines brightly, and her golden charm is envious, as if countless gold and silver mountains can be piled up, but no matter how strong the light is, it cannot stand the heavy pressure of Mishan.

The spiritual rice fell down like a turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent turbulent

"boom!"

In the end, the entire Mi Mountain fell and completely suppressed Qian's mother.

The son of the merchant fell to his knees dejectedly on the ground. He lost, and he lost very badly. The opponent had defeated him before he could use the magical powers of the Plague Tribe.

Wumen did not explain that the Plague Tribe had the strongest supernatural powers, and what he was most proud of was the Mi Cult's secret skills.

In his opinion, the new witchcraft system with spiritual rice as the core is the greatest achievement of the revival of the witchcraft.

As the most outstanding junior of the Mi Cult, Wumen is also fascinated by spiritual rice spells.

On weekdays, what he regrets most is that he was born too late and failed to see the charm of Mi Wu back then.

Mi Wu, this mysterious legend, has been circulating in the Mi Cult, and even the names of the entire sect are named after him.

When going out to Wumen, in addition to making the sect famous, he also wanted to find the traces of Mi Wu.

Unfortunately, when I went to the rooftop, my opponents I met were not satisfied with.

"Forget it!"

Wumen withdrew from Mishan, Qian's mother lost her spirituality and scattered into a rain of money, sparsely falling in front of the son of the merchant.

The defeat of the merchant's son did not cause much trouble. After all, before he came to power, everyone was not optimistic about him.

More importantly, the battle of the son of the merchant means that the spirit of the hundreds of schools has recovered. The previous thought of preserving strength has disappeared now.

It is conceivable that next, more members of the hundreds of schools will come to the stage to challenge.

As expected, the merchant’s son had just left, and a “Baizi” came on stage to challenge him.

"This is the son of a fortune teller!"

The son of a famous scholar, Yuan Ming, who was popularized by his side, "The theory of fortune tellers is also circulated in Taoism, mainly focusing on star-watching fate and fortune-telling."

"Even, there are many curse killing methods to seize fate!"

Yuan Ming was slightly surprised, "It's so amazing!"

"It's also amazing. If you can cultivate to Pure Yang, you will be ruthless and you will die if you want to die!"

The son of a famous artist introduced him, and suddenly heard Yuan Ming whisper, "Mingzi, I want to go on stage to see you!"

The air suddenly became quiet.

At this time, on the sacrifice platform, the son of the fortune teller used his natal powers to constantly plunder the fate of Wumen.

Some people also whispered, "If a fortune teller is a supernatural power, if he practices to the Pure Yang, he can change his destiny against the will of heaven, and a beggar can also change his destiny to the emperor!"

"The son of a fortune teller has no cultivation. He can only change his fate in the ring for a short time, weaken his luck, and gain the upper hand during battle!"

"Even so, this battle is a bit eye-catching!"

The battle for worshiping the sky platform gradually became more exciting, but the son of the famous master had no intention of watching it.

"Yuan Ming, you have to think about it!"

The son of a famous master comforted him, "Fang Jianxian asked you to follow us, and he would definitely not want to see you have something to do!"

He did not explain some things clearly. Yuan Ming has not yet been promoted to Sword Immortal, so how can he have the confidence to come to power?

On the sacrificial platform, there were no one who was lower than the real person's realm. Among them, there were many powerful people at the Chaoyuan level. After defeat, they either died or were disabled, which was tragic.

Although Yuan Ming is a disciple of the Sword Immortal, he will not give him face if he is on the ring.

If something really happens, the son of a famous scholar is worried about how to explain to Fang.

"Yes, Yuan Ming, don't be impatient. When you are promoted to Sword Immortal, you will have a chance!"

The son of the Yin-Yang family also participated in the persuasion.

Yuan Ming heard it in his ears and had already had a scheming in his heart. Before he spoke, he had already planned to make a bet.

In other people's opinion, Wumen is too strong to defeat, but Yuan Ming saw a glimmer of hope and also a chance to win.

"My name, I have already thought about it. The thought just now was not impulsive!"

Yuan Ming said calmly, "It's true that before I came out, my master gave me the right to make decisions independently."

"Because my master once said that the flowers in the greenhouse cannot withstand the heavy wind!"

"Please give me a chance!"

Yuan Ming did not insist on his own actions. After all, he is now following the son of a famous scholar. Under the protection of the other party, such a big decision also requires the other party's consent.

The son of a famous scholar looked at him and felt ashamed of his own feelings. Fang Jianxian is so smart!

As a candidate for the Emperor of Heaven, Yuan Ming is kept by his side for too long, and it is easy to cause rift. After all, he is the crown prince and always suppresses his master's dignity, which is not beautiful.

From this matter, we can see that Yuan Ming is very independent and cannot easily listen to his opinions.

In the eyes of the son of a famous scholar, this is the emperor's qualified mentality, which further proves that Yuan Ming's identity is true.

"Think about it!"

The son of a famous scholar figured it out and solemnly asked Yuan Ming.

"Yes, I've thought about it!"

"You'll be there in the next game!"
Chapter completed!