but.

Ye Fengmo was instructed by his arm, and his control over Xuanyin water was perverted.

That's why.

Ye Fengmo ranked first in the Demon Vein!

The two cultivators with the highest spiritual roots of the Demon Vein were left far behind by Ye Fengmo.

"This time, I'm going to be the first place!"

Ye Fengmo's eyes were firm, and the mysterious water around her body continued to offset the pressure on the dragon's ladder.

...

Time passes.

Under Taiyan Peak.

Both monks were waiting and watching.

They couldn't see the scene inside the Dragon Ladder, but the peak was clearly visible.

They are watching who is the first to reach the top!

Suddenly.

Mo Qingsong smiled and said, "Elder Zhou, your disciple is so qualified, it is very likely that he will compete for the first place."

"Of course."

Zhou Beiyou looked proud.

"Then should we bet?"

Mo Qingsong's eyes flashed.

"What are you betting on?"

"Of course, it's a bet on which disciple of our vein is the first to rush to the top of the peak!"

Mo Qingsong smiled.

Zhou Beiyou was stunned.

Song Changshou was also stunned and subconsciously pulled Zhou Beiyou next week.

Mo Qingsong is a famous old man, and he is cautious in his work.

Since Mo Qingsong dares to gamble, he must be sure.

Zhou Beiyou was also hesitant.

but.

"Don't you dare? Then forget it, it's a pity that I have accepted such a promising apprentice."

Mo Qingsong shook his head.

"Who dares not?"

Zhou Beiyou was furious and shouted: "Just bet, just bet, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Mo Qingsong was secretly happy, knowing that this old troll could not stand the excitement.

Then.

Mo Qingsong took out a dark green bracelet.

"The Qingyuan Bracelet, a medium-grade spiritual weapon, is extremely defensive and has a barrier that can block the attack of the Spirit Wheel Realm!"

Someone exclaimed.

This looks like a bet, but the bet is a bit big!

Zhou Beiyou's face was also stiff: "What a big bet?"

"I remember Elder Zhou had a medium-grade water-cutting spear, which was exactly the same value as my Qingyuan bracelet."

Mo Qingsong smiled.

"Elder Mo, harmony is the most precious thing, harmony is the most valuable thing."

Song Changshou couldn't help but persuade him.

Mo Qingsong ignored: "Why, Elder Zhou doesn't believe in his disciple?"

"How is that possible!"

Zhou Beiyou shouted angrily, gritted his teeth, and took out an extraordinary spear that seemed to flow with clear water.

"I bet with you!"

"Haha, OK!"

Mo Qingsong laughed and looked at Zhang Chengfeng who was indifferent.

The reason why Mo Qingsong dared to bet so big was not that he trusted the disciples of the Demonic Vein, but that he trusted Zhang Chengfeng.

"Any disciple Zhang Chengfeng is optimistic about is the first to reach the top every time, without exception!"

"I know that Zhang Chengfeng wants to use this to shape his disciples' strong beliefs. If he is not sure, he will postpone his disciples' participation in the ancient wall trial!"

"Since Ye Fengmo is here this time, it can be seen that Zhang Chengfeng is extremely optimistic about Ye Fengmo!"

"Haha, this time is stable!"

Mo Qingsong is sure to win.

"Elder Zhou, you are too irritable."

Song Changshou sighed.

Zhou Beiyou was also a little panicked, but he didn't lose the formation, and said stubbornly: "I believe Fei Xuan can do it!"

Time passes.

soon.

The clouds and mist below the peak fluctuate violently, indicating that someone is approaching the peak.

Zhou Beiyou's eyes were all dark, and the sky was spinning.

The clouds and mists are waving...the demon vein is the side!

It's over!

"Haha, Elder Zhou, I will accept your water-cutting spear without hesitation!"

Mo Qingsong laughed in surprise.

But it's at this moment.

Zhang Chengfeng, who had always been like an old monk entering into meditation, suddenly looked up.

"There has also been moved!"
Chapter completed!