Dark Beast Summoner Chapter 254: Tall battle

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Chapter 254 Challenges

Long Moshen was jealous. Her woman had only her son in her eyes. Without him, she was worried that he would take his son and leave.

If he wants to grab his own woman, what's the use of just grabbing a son and going back.

However, even if Shuang'er is secretly guarding him, he is still so beautiful, he can't get angry at all, and I hope she can look at him more.

He approached her ear and said:

"Shuang'er, Ma Wenhao and Yun Wan'er have already rolled back. They don't have time to cause trouble."

Mu Wushuang was a little surprised, she was still prepared enough, even if the people behind the two people instructed the Baliu Sect to target her, she was not afraid, but he did not expect to solve it.

I just don't know what method he used to get the arrogant two people to roll back in despair.

Furthermore, she is very curious that Guangming Shenjiao is a first-class sect, so people at the level of Yun Wan'er and Ma Wenhao have not seen Long Moshen's face? Otherwise, why didn't he recognize him?

She suddenly remembered that her son had said before that when he first saw him, he wore a silver mask on his face. At that time, his son thought it was a bad scorpion.

This is probably the reason?

She thought divergently.

"Shuang'er, my son and I are here waiting for you to come back." Seeing the little woman start to daze, Long Mo Shen moved closer to her, almost touching her earlobes with the breath.

Mu Wushuang felt his cheeks become hot. What he said, his ambiguous distance and deep gaze made his blush and heartbeat.

"I'm leaving."

She left quickly, and staying any longer, she felt her heart pounding.

Weird, why is she always unable to control her heartbeat when facing him?

Will she be moved by this man again even if she loses her previous memories?

This feeling is really strange and touching.

Long Moshen looked at the back of the little woman who had fled, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, his eyes bursting out like jewels, attracting countless women to look sideways, revealing stunning colors.

Xiao Xuanxi hugged her father's neck tightly, hum, father is my mother and I, you are not allowed to watch!

The test of the Baliu Zongmen was still presided over by Elder Changdong. Hearing his loud announcement of the rules of the test, countless people in the audience were shocked.

It turns out that the eight-liu sect competition this time requires each sect to send two of the most powerful disciples to participate in the competition, just like the form of a ring battle, divided into ten arenas.

In ten arenas, there are ten masters.

Everyone can go up to challenge the master, if they fail, they will be eliminated, and if they succeed, they will replace the former as the master and accept the challenges of others.

The advantage of the ring competition is that the competition can be completed faster and save time.

However, the biggest disadvantage of this kind of ring competition is that no one wants to go up first, because the sooner you go up, it means that the person has to accept more challenges. No matter how strong the spiritual practice is, the spiritual power will always be exhausted. At the moment, the more you get ahead, the more you suffer.

Even if your cultivation level is high, and you are challenged by dozens of people in turn, you will definitely be beaten down.

So as soon as Elder Changdong announced the rules, he murmured underneath that no one likes this kind of game unless he plays in the end.

"Quiet! If you don't want to play, you can leave immediately."

Elder Changdong said majesticly.

Only then did the court calm down.

Elder Changdong said again: "In a quarter of an hour, each sect will select two disciples and come up to draw lots."

Mu Wushuang and their Azure Cloud Sword Sect didn't have to choose, and the other disciples all looked at Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang.

"Then you go and sit there first."

Mu Wushuang said to the others.

"Master sister, come on, you are the best!"

"Brother Cang, you must get the next ranking!"

"Defeat them and win the top three! Big sister Cang brother! You can!"

The lovely juniors cheer for them.

Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang both smiled. The drawing of lots is a matter of luck. If they are drawn to the front, there is no way.

Watching the juniors leave, Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang went to the place where the lottery was drawn.

There are three places for drawing lots, but there is a long queue. When it was Mu Wushuang's turn, the one in front suddenly cried out: "Mother, why did I draw a number two? !"

Other people cast sympathetic glances at him, tusk, come on second, this is too pitiful!

"Don't disturb the order, make a loud noise, otherwise it will drag you down!"

A middle-aged man in charge of the lottery snapped.

The man who drew the number two didn't dare to cry anymore, holding his number two lottery, he gave up the place with a decadent face.

Mu Wushuang stepped forward and drew one.

At this moment, she found that many people were looking at the lottery in her hand, and she probably wanted to know which number she took.

She also became famous in World War I. Not only the disciples of the Nine-liu sect knew her, but even the disciple of the Eight-liu sect knew her and regarded her as a powerful enemy.

So everyone especially wanted to know how many numbers she drew.

I heard that Elder Changdong admired her very much and invited her to join the Guangming Cult. I don’t know if she will be given special treatment and let her get the final number, then she is a big threat.

Mu Wushuang turned the lottery over, and the big "one" on it was very conspicuous, red and big.

"Puff!"

Suddenly someone laughed, and the others burst into laughter!

"Hahahaha she won first!"

"The first one! This is too bad luck!"

"The first one, unexpectedly, is worse than me!" said the disciple who smoked number two, feeling a little better in his heart, but still frowning.

Because there is no difference between first and second!

To be precise, there is no difference between number one and tenth! Because there are ten arenas! The top ten people drawn earlier are all challengers!

Seeing that Mu Wushuang took the first place, many people laughed happily, this big enemy, the first one, I am afraid that he can hold up to ten people at most. When he is exhausted, he will be eliminated!

This is tantamount to missing a rival!

No wonder so many people laugh so brightly.

Cang Yang was right behind Mu Wushuang. When she finished drawing, he went up and took one. When he opened it, it turned out to be "picked up"!

"Hahaha, congratulations to you Qingyun Jianzong, ten masters, two of them are occupied by you!"

"My mother, do you want to laugh so hard that I inherit my spirit stone?"

"I'm so laughing! One first, one tenth, there are ten arenas in total, you guys are too good!"

"Laughing pee! Hahaha!"

Cang Yang's complexion is a bit ugly. He originally wanted to draw a good lot for the big sister, but unexpectedly, he also draws a bad lot.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I will give you a bottle of pill to make sure you can make it to the end."

At this moment, Mu Wushuang took out a bottle of pill from the storage ring and deliberately said with a loud voice.

"Hehe, are you kidding me?"

"Cut! Deceive yourself and others! Where is that kind of medicine in the world?"