I'm the villain's mother.

Feng Yuan continued calmly: "My current body does not allow me to take the top spot."

As he spoke, he began to cough lightly again.

Mu Wanwan rolled her eyes, her words were like Su Hu saying in front of her, 'I'm out of money. '

Others don't know about Feng Yuan's strength, but doesn't she know it?That is the master who can single out the six sects even if the sea of ​​consciousness is damaged and all the veins in his body are severed.

When she looked at it again, she found that Feng Yuan's expression didn't change, only two words 'seriously' were written on his face. '

Only then did Mu Wanwan speak cautiously: "Are you serious?"

Feng Yuan was noncommittal, but the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

Mu Wanwan thought for a while: "Will the white weak three points?"

Feng Yuan looked up at Mu Wanwan: "Maybe."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the place where the lottery was drawn.

Mu Wanwan quickly followed.

"The rules of this Cangshan faction competition are rougher than those of the Tongying Association in Taiyan Palace. If you want me to say, you have to compare with the same situation. Going to Brother Yuan, isn't this just giving you experience?" Su Hu was talking to Huaiyu, Mu Wanwan looked back.

Huaiyu was a little absent-minded, as if she had always been evasive since she went to the buliuxing.

But Mu Wanwan quickly turned her head back.

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

"Junior Brother Su may think that this competition system is unreasonable, but who can guarantee that he will meet a comparable opponent when he goes out to defeat demons?"

After saying this, Xiao Fengyu drew his own lottery, and after a burst of golden light, everyone saw his face change.

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

Feng Yuan had also drawn lots at the moment, Mu Wanwan poked her head to look, but was pushed back by Feng Yuan.

"Young disciples of Qingyin Pavilion, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Mu Wanwan talked for a while, and stretched out her hand to draw her own lottery.

"Qingyin Pavilion Liu Wendi?" Su Hu's voice was particularly prominent, and the surrounding people were silent for a moment.

Mu Wanwan walked over with a smile on her face: "Brother Su met Liu Wendi?"

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

Mu Wanwan looked at Xiao Fengyu's frozen face, sighed, and took out the lottery she had just drawn, her words were somewhat earnest.

"Brother, there are nine out of ten times when life is unsatisfactory. Isn't it Ye Yunhui Xueliu Wendi who is the second in the martial arts list? Your third in the martial arts list is still a sword cultivator, so there is still a chance. Look at me, little unknown Xiao Jianxiu, Fu Huaiying was drawn in the first round, where is Fu Huaiying ranked? No. ! Even better than Jiang Yingsi. I'll find someone to reason with."

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

"Yu Qilin? What kind of luck am I? Why did I meet him in the first round? It's such a narrow road." As soon as Su Hu spoke, Mu Wanwan laughed.

"There are others who are worse than me. Although Yu Qilin ranks tenth, it is the lowest on this list, but it is on the list after all. Su Hu is only in the early stage of foundation establishment, and he has no chance of winning against Yu Qilin."

Seeing Huaiyu comforting Su Hu, Mu Wanwan didn't intend to bother her anymore, and glanced at Meng Die: "Who did you draw?"

Meng Die smiled: "It's a disciple of Daomen, so there shouldn't be any problems."

Mu Wanwan immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "After all, the entire army of Taiyan Palace was not wiped out. Even if we all lose, you and Feng Yuan can still fight again."

Song Zhujun also came over at this time: "Who did you all get? I got Sister."

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

"There's nothing that can help you. Take this pain-relief pill, and take as many pills as you want when you're on stage. It will save you the pain for a while."

Su Hu accepted the pill with tears in her eyes.

Song Zhujun looked around, as if he was looking for someone, 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, "Brother Jiang?"

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

It can be heard that he is not happy.

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

Jiang Yingsi still had that stinky face, and his tone of voice didn't change: "I got the Jikong of Tan Huazong."

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

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

But 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 memories, the first thing that came to mind was those passionate but ruthless eyes, and then a little bit of cinnabar between her brows.When sending Jiyuan and the others back to the Tanhua Sect, Zeng Yaoyao glanced at them.

She couldn't help but began to search for her own description of Lonely Space in her mind, but found that there were only a few places.

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

With such a face, she should pay attention to everything, but in all the fragments of her dreams, she couldn't find what that person had done.

Just as he was thinking, a voice suddenly appeared beside him, as cold as a clear spring in a mountain stream, as cold as snow on a mountain top.

"Amitabha, the poor monk came to draw his lottery."

There was an uproar around, it was such a scene, every time Jikong appeared, it would be like this.

After Jikong picked up the lottery and looked at it, he raised his eyebrows slightly, looked towards where they were, and smiled slightly.Then he bowed to the boy who was in charge of drawing lots.

"Thank you."

After uttering these two words, he walked towards them slowly.

"Jiang benefactor, the poor monk has heard of your name."

Jiang Yingsi smiled ugly, and then said: "Master Jikong is serious, I hope that during the competition, Master Jikong will show mercy."

Jikong smiled, his eyebrows brightened, and Mu Wanwan felt that his eyes were brighter.

"The Jiang benefactor's words are really interesting. The poor monk has something to do, so I will take my leave first."

After Jikong finished speaking, 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, Jikong can come over to say hello to you, it means that he recognizes your opponent."

Jiang Yingsi smiled forcedly: "You are right." After speaking, he strode away.

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

Mu Wanwan was a little flustered: "He doesn't practice enough? Even after leaving Taiyan Palace, he still works like that every day. Morning class is over, afternoon class is over, and evening class is after afternoon class. Even if it's a waste of time to catch monsters, I will definitely find time to make up for it. He is like this, I am panicked! He is better than me and works harder than me, let alone, I will go to practice too." After saying that, Mu Wanwan hurried out, trying to catch up Jiang Yingcai in front.