Master Zhifeng was furious and looked at Ling Jianzi next to him. He couldn't help but glared at him fiercely and said mercilessly: "Of course you think it's okay. I'm not your disciple!"
She has high hopes for Senior Sister Chen Zhifeng.
The key to whether he can win the bet lies with her.
But in the end, this happened, and how could he not be angry?
"You!" Ling Jianzi was furious after hearing this, and was about to argue with him.
Master Ziyun spoke with some impatience: "That's enough! If you two have anything to argue about, leave it to the juniors to settle the matter. Hurry up and continue with the gambling. The grown man is chattering. !”
When Ling Jianzi and Zhifeng saw themselves being yelled at by a woman, they snorted coldly and stopped talking.
In this way, the disciples continued to take out the collected elixirs.
In terms of the number of elixirs from the three sects, the Tianjian Sect is far ahead, followed by the Piaomiao Sect. As for the Taiqing Sect, it is a bit bleak, not even fifty plants.
When a disciple of the Taiqing Sect took out the elixir, he fumbled around and only took out three elixirs.
Master Zhifeng's face suddenly darkened, while Ling Jianzi smiled brightly.
As for Master Ziyun of the Piaomiao Sect, he looked nonchalant and didn't care about winning or losing.
Afterwards, people from the Tianjian Sect came up with twenty-two elixirs, which once again surprised people.
Seeing this, Master Zhifeng's face turned livid. Although there were many people on his side, there were too few elixirs brought out.
At this time, Shen Luo walked up. Master Zhifeng just looked at him lightly and stopped paying attention to him.
In his opinion, he was already doomed. He didn't think Shen Luo could have any magic medicine that could turn defeat into victory, so he simply didn't see him.
Shen Luo didn't pay attention to Zhifeng's move. When he got to the place, he dumped the storage bag he had prepared without politeness.
"Crash!"
A large amount of elixirs poured down and piled up all over the floor.
The appearance of many elixirs on the ground immediately attracted the attention of the ancestors of the three sects, and they all looked towards the pile of elixirs.
When Master Zhifeng saw so many elixirs appearing, he was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing with joy.
Ling Jianzi looked in disbelief when he saw many elixirs appearing.
He was about to win, and then lost because of the appearance of a person.
The look he looked at Shen Luo was very evil and he walked straight towards him.
I want to ask Shen Luo where he got so many elixirs.
When Master Zhifeng saw Ling Jianzi walking towards Shen Luo, he rushed forward and stood in front of Shen Luo.
Facing Ling Jianzi, he said with a straight face: "What are you going to do, fellow Taoist? Are you trying to embarrass a junior?"
Today's Shenluo has made great contributions to him. Whether it is emotional or personal, he needs to protect it.
After Master Zhifeng said this, Ling Jianzi realized that it was inappropriate to treat a Qi Refining disciple like this in his own capacity, so he laughed and said:
"Fellow Taoist, I misunderstood. I just think it's incredible that this little friend can collect so many elixirs alone."
When Master Zhifeng heard this, he laughed twice and said nothing.
Now that he had won the bet, he didn't care what method Shen Luo used or how he obtained the elixir secretly.
Everyone is well aware of what is going on in the secret realm, and it is nothing more than killing people and grabbing treasures.
Seeing that Zhifeng was helping Shen Luo to cover up, Lingjianzi saw no need to pursue the case any further.
Instead, he flicked his sleeves, threw out a fist-sized piece of Geng crystal fine gold, and then turned around and left.
"Hey, fellow Taoist, it's really refreshing!"
Master Zhifeng looked at Master Ziyun with a smile while holding the Geng Crystal Fine Gold.
Master Ziyun looked at Master Zhifeng with a sinister smile in front of him, and suddenly became indifferent. He took out the talisman and turned around to leave.
Just like that, this trip to the secret realm ended.
Seeing the people from the three sects leaving one after another, Master Zhifeng turned away and looked at Shen Luo with a smile.
After a moment, he said: "You are very good. What is your name? How many years have you been in the profession?"
"Master disciple Shen Luo, it's been nearly two years since I started!" Shen Luo replied respectfully.
"Shen Luo?" Master Zhifeng slowly repeated Shen Luo's name. He suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he said to him: "Are you the Shen Luo who used the Taiqing Order to join our sect? ?”
"Yes, Master, he is exactly the disciple!"
"Hahaha, okay, you did a good job and helped me win the bet. Tell me what reward you want." Master Zhifeng looked at Shen Luo and smiled happily.
"Back to Master, this is what a disciple should do. As for rewards, disciples have nothing else to ask for. They can just let Master reward them at will."
"Yeah! Very good." Master Zhifeng was very satisfied with Shen Luo's answer. The more he looked at him, the more he liked it.
"This is a spiritual weapon I used in my early years. Now it belongs to you." As he said that, he took out a bow and arrow spiritual weapon and handed it to Shen Luo.
Shen Luo looked overjoyed when he saw the spiritual light on his bow and arrow, which turned out to be a top-grade spiritual weapon.
He didn't expect that the things this master took out were so valuable.
So, he took it with both hands very solemnly.
This scene made the disciples of the Taiqing Sect feel jealous.
Before the foundation is established, there is a high-grade spiritual weapon in hand, which cannot be cultivated in eight lifetimes.
"Okay, it's almost time, it's time to go back." After delivering the spiritual weapon, Master Zhifeng looked up at the sky and said to the disciples.
As soon as he returned to the door, Master Zhifeng walked towards the place where the leader was.
Others dispersed one after another and returned to their residences to wait for the rewards to be distributed.
In a thatched house in the Baicao Garden of Taiqingmen, Uncle Yu stared at Shen Luo with his eyes wide open and looked in disbelief: "You, you are not dead!"
"Yes, Master Yu! I am very lucky and have a great destiny!" Shen Luo's lips slightly raised, feeling very proud.
"Indeed, not only did you come back alive, but you also obtained a high-grade spiritual weapon. Now everyone in the entire sect doesn't know about you. You have a very good reputation now." Uncle Yu said with a half-smile.
"It's not that exaggerated!"
"I have a high-grade spiritual weapon before I even build the foundation. Is this an exaggeration? I only have two spiritual weapons so far." Uncle Yu said angrily.
The two of them started chatting like this, and they didn't say goodbye until the evening fell.
When Shen Luo returned to his residence, he lay down on the bed without saying a word. Now he could finally sleep peacefully without any worries.
He slept extremely comfortably and did not wake up until noon the next day.
After waking up, he started to sort out everything he had acquired during his trip to the secret realm.
There are more than ten pieces of mid-level spiritual stones, hundreds of low-level spiritual stones, a large number of magical weapons of various levels, and some small remaining elixirs.
