The voices on the deserted beach became noisy again after Su Mu finished speaking.
Hundreds of cultivators were almost all whispering, and in the ears of onlookers, they were like a buzzing buzz of flies, which was disturbing.
Everyone wanted to be in the limelight at this juncture, but they had to convince everyone. With the noise in his ears like a frying pan, Ye Lantian chuckled, approached Chen Mo not far away, and said to him loudly: " Show your face?"
"Senior brother, let's do it." Chen Mo said with a normal expression.
Ye Lantian looked around, shook his head and sighed: "No, no monks around here know me, forget it."
As soon as the two people finished speaking, among the more than twenty people around them, a voice transmitted by spiritual power echoed in their ears: "I am Jiang Cheng, a monk from the Lihuo Cult of Qi State. Jiang is not talented. I am willing to I would like to share your worries and solve your problems, and please give me a chance, Jiang. Thank you!"
"Someone wants to come forward!" Lin Yuqin heard the meaning of his words and explained to the two of them again.
"Then let him take the lead."
Ye Lantian seemed indifferent to this, and Chen Mo didn't care even more. Except for the three of them, everyone else also remained silent, obviously acquiescing to Jiang Cheng.
Soon, the questioners selected from their area were born.
In other areas of the deserted beach, the same situation was repeated, but not every place was as harmonious as here. Chen Mo saw a familiar figure:
That was Yan Zun. He fought against Meng Qianqiu in the Zenghun Pond and commanded the battle of hundreds of people. He actually also laid the foundation. At this moment, he was competing with a new face for the right to speak. The atmosphere was very tense between them. They had something to say. There were signs that there would be a fight if they disagreed, and in the end it was unclear who had promised what, so the unfamiliar face reluctantly gave up the question and let Yan Zun be the questioner this time.
Chen Mo also saw Li Shuang. She dominated the audience with her cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building and easily got the place to ask questions in her area. As for the places above her, Chen Mo couldn't see her.
After all, Chen Mo is not the envoy of Trapped Demon Island, and he is not qualified to look down from the air.
Although the selection process was terrible, it didn't take long for seven decent cultivators to fly into the air, completely separated from the large team in the wasteland, four men and three women.
Su Mu nodded slightly, and starting from the direction of her left hand, there was a strange-looking female cultivator with green hair: "You can ask, remember, each person can only ask one question."
"Okay." The green-haired female cultivator answered simply: "Junior Ji Hua, from the Changchun Sect of Yan State, would you like to ask the envoy, this time Jiusha Palace did not send a boat to pick us up, does this mean something? Meaning, that is to say, Jiu Sha Palace deliberately wants to give all the sects in our Seven Kingdoms a disgrace?"
This question was asked in a well-rounded way. It not only doubted the authority of Jiu Sha Temple, but also made it clear to him, killing the envoy's idea of making use of the topic.
No matter how powerful the Jiu Sha Palace is, can it be able to defeat all the cultivation sects in Tianyun Continent?
Without any time to think, Su Mu answered as easily as if he was dealing with a question from a naive child in a private school:
"I need to remind you that Trapped Demon Island and Jiu Sha Palace have two different meanings. If you insist on calling this place Jiu Sha Palace, then you are all traitors who deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, so think clearly. There are rules on the island, and if anyone regrets it, it’s still too late.”
Seeing that the agitated crowd suddenly regained their composure, Su Mu continued to speak calmly: "Next question."
The second man was a middle-aged monk. He looked very calm and asked Sumu straightforwardly:
"I would like to ask the envoy, if we can come here on flying mounts, is this allowed by the rules on the island?"
Sumudo said: "As long as people appear on the island, any method can be used."
This sentence set off another discussion among the crowd. Yan Zun immediately asked the third question:
"I would like to ask the envoy, what should we do with our fellow Taoists who are far away? Two months is simply not enough time to travel to and from the Demonic Island. We can only borrow mounts from nearby sects to reach the island. Who will bear the cost? Guizhou Island Is he partial to certain sects or countries?"
Su Mu raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "That makes sense.
, this is indeed unfair to the monks who come from afar, so let’s ban flying mounts. "
"Can not be done!!"
"That's not possible, messenger! How can you change your mind about what you promised?!"
Before Yan Zun could respond, many people on the deserted beach rose up and immediately opposed Yan Zun's proposal. They were all cultivators from nearby sects or countries. One word from this guy was tantamount to destroying their benefits. How could he let this happen? Is this done by Yan Zun?
At this time, there were even many tyrannical consciousnesses that kept shooting at Yan Zun's body.
Yan Zun's head suddenly buzzed, and he clearly realized that he was being set up by Su Mu. He was clearly questioning the unfairness of her actions, but he didn't expect that she could easily make him the target of public criticism with just one sentence.
If he really wanted to cancel his flying mount, Yan Zun felt that he didn't have to wait until he landed on the island. He wouldn't even be able to get out of the deserted beach.
"I'm sorry, messenger. It's my fault that I didn't think carefully. Please forgive me for not remembering the faults of others!"
The situation was stronger than the situation, so Yan Zun immediately bowed his head and surrendered, never mentioning fair or unfair things again.
Su Mu waved his hand and did not continue to struggle with the issue of the mount. He said lightly: "Whoever has any doubts, please continue to ask."
Li Shuang, as the fourth person, took over and said: "Messenger, without the help of flying mounts, crossing the Silent Sea is as difficult as climbing to the sky. The weather at sea is extremely bad, and there are countless sea beasts harassing us. It is impossible for us to land on the island!"
Sumu said: "That's because you don't know enough about the Sea of Silence. At the beginning of every month, there will be a tidal recession period on the sea. If you can move forward during this period, it will be much easier to land on the island."
"We have tried! On the last stretch of the journey, there are strong whirlpools around Demonic Island. That is not a restriction that can be resisted during the foundation building stage!"
The speaker was a female cultivator with an air of fairy spirit. She was dressed in simple and elegant white clothes, holding a purple flying sword. The beauty was lightly painted with powder, and the scabbard had complicated patterns. Judging from her appearance, everyone could guess her. The identity is unusual.
Su Mu chuckled and said, "If you think about it more, you will find a solution."
The monk in front of Jiang Cheng didn't know what kind of skills he practiced, but his hair was actually bright red. Instead of worrying about how to get to the island, he asked a question that everyone was very concerned about:
"Messenger, I heard rumors that you have to sign a deed of betrayal to land on Demonic Island. Is this true?"
Su Mu said in a mocking tone: "It won't be too late to mention this matter when you get to the island."
This strong man from the Demonic Island, who was in the core formation stage, neither denied the existence of the contract of betrayal, nor did he completely deny it. Such an ambiguous attitude actually caused some monks here to retreat.
Amidst everyone's whispers, Jiang Cheng asked the last question: "I dare to ask the messenger, I saw that there are still some people on your ship. Does this mean that some of us can directly follow you to the island?"
As soon as these words came out, Su Mu immediately locked her eyes on Jiang Cheng. She nodded appreciatively: "Yes, your observation is very careful."
"As the saying goes, a man who knows the current affairs is a hero. Whoever can get under his crotch today will be able to land on the island with us."
Su Mu pointed at the short man who had been ignored by everyone. Only then did his appearance appear.
This man is about a little taller and has an average appearance. His cheeks and arms have turned dark brown due to the wind and sun that he has been exposed to all year round. The clothes on his body have not been washed for an unknown period of time. You can still vaguely see that they have been soaked and hardened by the sea water. Sleeve hem.
The short man seemed to have no cultivation at all, and was almost no different from a mortal in the secular world. He crossed his legs, just enough for a person to kneel on the ground and crawl over.
He said hoarsely to everyone: "Is anyone coming?"
The monks on the deserted beach were silent, and their faces were not very good-looking. They never thought that Demonic Island would let cultivators land on the island in such an insulting way!
This is a slap in the face of various sects!
You must know that the cultivators who can come here more or less represent the behavior of their sect. Whoever dares to risk the disapproval and kneel down to the Demonic Island will probably be embarrassed to return to the sect in this life.
Besides, it doesn't matter if there is no one around. With hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, if anyone gets under his crotch, he will probably be punished for the rest of his life.
Be the laughing stock of others.
Chen Mo, like everyone else, watched quietly.
Even if he didn't pay attention to other people's feelings, in front of Ye Lantian, in front of Lin Yuqin, in front of so many foundation-building monks in Tianyun Continent, Chen Mo really couldn't help but beg for a place to land on the island. .
"This is too much of a test of courage, at least not for me."
Chen Mo thought to himself, he had no intention of taking a step forward, and Ye Lantian also didn't know how. They were all waiting to see if anyone was willing to endure this humiliation.
"Hey! I'm not afraid of these, come on!!"
Just when Su Mu was about to stop, a fat man with a big smile suddenly spoke out, breaking the silence of the deserted beach. Chen Mo followed the voice and looked, and his fat body squeezed away a group of people in the front row, revealing his true appearance. .
He also knew this person. He was the fat monk Wang Erniu who had an argument with Lu Xiaoyun outside the Soul Enhancing Pond!
After not seeing him for two years, he had become a monk in the foundation-building stage, and his figure... seemed to have grown larger than before.
"It's Wang Erniu..."
"Is there really anyone who is not afraid of embarrassment?!"
"Brother Wang, you have to think about it!"
Many of the monks present knew him, and some of them seemed to have good connections, and they even came forward to persuade him to think twice.
However, Wang Erniu turned a deaf ear to all this. He slowly walked a few steps in front of the short man, first bent his knees without any hesitation, and then put all four limbs on the ground, relying on his feet and hands to move towards the short man little by little. The tall guy got under his crotch.
After seeing his actions, the expressions of the monks onlookers ranged from surprise, shock, contempt, disdain... Some of them even thought that it was okay for them to do this, and that he did not intend to stay on the Demonic Island in the future. ?
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Wang Erniu's face was covered with sand and dust. He was covered in sweat before he got over. After rubbing it on the ground, it was hard to tell what his expression was.
"There are still two spots left, anyone want to continue?"
The short middle-aged man glanced around and said calmly.
