As soon as these words came out, not only the outer disciples in yellow were stunned.
Even Elder Liang was dumbfounded. He murmured in his heart, why are you using the spiritual jade that your little ancestor won when you just competed?!
Yunzheng originally wanted to scold Mo Jing, but when she turned around and saw the excited expression on his face, she couldn't bear it in the end.
Let these two idiots have their fun first.
Yunzheng looked around, his eyes passing by the wavering outer disciples, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he said: "What your uncle Mo said is true. If you challenge him, if you win, you will get a thousand souls."
Jade, if you lose, you don’t have to pay anything."
Just get beaten!
After saying that, Mo Jing jumped onto the ring at an extremely fast speed.
I saw a young man in black attire, carrying a sharp sword on his shoulder, with a somewhat uninhibited and unrestrained smile on his handsome face.
"Don't worry, I'm definitely not as powerful as your little ancestor." Mo Jing patted his chest heavily with his other hand and said reassuringly.
Everyone looked at each other and hesitated.
This little ancestor looks so weak, but he can defeat one with one punch.
The young man in front of him looked unruly and flamboyant. The sword he was carrying was very domineering, and he looked very untouchable.
Even though he said this, everyone still doubted that he was better than the little ancestor.
The disciples in yellow clothes from the outer sect still didn't dare to go up, for fear of getting caught.
When Mo Jing saw no response from the crowd, he immediately turned his head and looked at Yunzheng a little aggrievedly, with an expression like "Why don't they come up?"
"Ayun..."
Yunzheng: "..." I really owed you something in my previous life.
She patted his shoulder, then turned to look at the crowd, her eyes burning, and her red lips spoke loudly: "Whoever defeats Uncle Mo will get two thousand spiritual jade, and there will be no waiting!"
After saying that, she smiled without looking away.
At this moment, Mo Jing heard Yunzheng's voice transmission. Her tone was dangerous and threatening: "If you lose, I will sell you to someone else as a shepherd!"
Mo Jing swallowed in panic.
After raising the bet by one thousand, the outer disciples also started to get excited.
They thought that if they went to the ring to compete, they would lose and they would not lose anything.
If you win, you can get two thousand spiritual jade!
Suddenly, a loud voice came.
"I'll do it!"
I saw a fat man leaping onto the ring nimbly, and was shaken when he landed on the ring. At the same time, his belly also shook a few times.
"This is the boss of the Blue Mountain Gang, Tao Zixuan!"
"Tao Zixuan, he's only here now?"
"Wherever there is money to be made from spiritual jade, there is Tao Zixuan. He is the stingiest one. He didn't challenge the little ancestor just now, probably because he was reluctant to take out the thousand spiritual jade."
"Tao Zixuan is stronger than Luo Xiao! His cultivation is in the late stage of Qi-breaking realm..."
Everyone was talking to each other, and Mo Jing and Yunzheng basically grasped his information.
Yunzheng glanced at Mo Jing with unknown meaning, "Fight well."
Mo Jing met her eyes and was shocked. If he lost, he might not end well.
Ayun will definitely beat him up!
In order not to be violently beaten by Ayun, the fighting spirit in Mo Jing's eyes became stronger and stronger.
The girl in red walked down the ring, and the six disciples in white came to her in an instant, as if to greet her.
Among them, Mu Yunshuo walked at the front.
Xie Mingchen and others looked at Mu Yunshuo with strange and subtle expressions.
This Mu Yunshuo...
He looked indifferent and cold, and they didn't expect him to be so eager to 'please' this little ancestor. This was something they had never imagined.
Seeing this, Qin Anyan's face twisted for a moment, and the hand on her side clenched her clothes tightly, pinching that area until it was wrinkled.
When Yunzheng saw Mu Yunshuo coming, a narrow smile flashed in her eyes.
"Little Ancestor." Several of them called out.
The attitude of their calls seemed a little more respectful than this morning, except...
Qin Anyan.
She seemed to be hostile to herself.
Yunzheng cast her eyes dimly on Mu Yunshuo, thinking to herself, he is really good at making peach blossoms.
When Mu Yunshuo saw her looking at her, his body became a little tense. He pursed his lips and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Baili Yuchen.
"Little ancestor, you were so powerful just now!" Baili Yuchen looked at Yunzheng shining with light.
"Don't care who my ancestor is?" Yunzheng raised his eyebrows and said in a joking tone.
When Xie Mingchen and others heard this, they were not disgusted. Instead, they recognized this little ancestor from Dongzhou even more.
Seeing this, Mu Yunshuo slightly raised the corners of his lips, but quickly lowered them again, returning to a cold and calm look.
Yunzheng raised her eyes and looked at Mu Yunshuo, and asked with a smile: "Eleven, how is my ancestor doing?"
"Very good." Mu Yunshuo nodded slightly with an expressionless expression.
Yunzheng was quite surprised that he said that. She thought he was going to expose her faults when fighting. After all, he had been so direct before.
On the arena.
One black and one yellow figure faced each other.
Tao Zixuan patted his belly. The big black mole at the corner of his mouth looked a little obscene as the corners of his lips raised. His eyes were a little cloudy and he stared at Mo Jing, then he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I'm here.
Tao Zixuan, known as the Little Overlord of the Outer Sect, came to give Uncle Mo some advice!"
"Come on." Mo Jing said impatiently.
Seeing that he was about to swing the sword, Elder Shangguan quickly shouted: "Wait..."
"I even announced the start!"
Mo Jing paused and raised his eyes to look in his direction.
When Elder Shangguan received Mo Jing's longing eyes, he laughed and felt helpless in his heart. Then he announced in a deep voice: "The competition has officially begun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the fat man Tao Zixuan moved very quickly. Mo Jing couldn't notice it for a moment, but he was slapped by Tao Zixuan.
Mo Jing's body was thrown back like a kite with its string broken, but the next moment, the sword slammed onto the ground of the ring.
With a 'clang' sound, a crack opened, and then it settled on the ring.
Mo Jing successfully stopped.
I saw the fat man smiling evilly. He quickly raised his hand to gather his spiritual power, and uttered three words: "Tu Yuan Attack!"
‘Boom boom boom’
Many mace-sized soil spikes suddenly protruded from the ground and fiercely surrounded Mo Jing.
Mo Jing's expression changed slightly, and he swung his sword to chop at the incoming soil thorn.
As a result, the soil thorns, large and small, are very hard and difficult to break.
Under the ring, Yunzheng and Yanchen looked slightly solemn.
‘Swish, swish, swish’
The soil thorns all attacked Mo Jing with an unstoppable trend. The soil thorns gave off a suffocating feeling, as if they were trying to suck out the surrounding air.
With a "stab" sound, Mo Jing's calf was scratched by a soil thorn, and blood immediately flowed out.
When the outer disciples saw this, they instantly felt a sense of hope.
"Tao Zixuan, fuck him!"
"Tao Zixuan, don't let us down!"
"Sure enough, as he said, he is weaker than the little ancestor! Looking at it this way, I also think I have hope to compete! There are a total of two thousand spiritual jade..."
"Hahaha, not all Dongzhou disciples are as powerful as our little ancestor!"