Cut off my arm! !
When Meng Qianqiu squeezed out these words through his teeth with a ferocious expression, there was no need to doubt whether it was true or not.
One sentence made everyone present feel as if their heads had been hit by a sledgehammer. They were so dizzy that they didn't recover for a long time.
Not only the monks participating in the trial were stunned, but even the group of pill-forming monks who were chatting and laughing next to Master Mo Yuan suddenly stopped talking after hearing this, and they all showed surprised expressions.
Among them, Li Zhen seemed even more shocked because she knew more inside information than others.
"Teacher...you are...going all out!"
Li Zhen murmured to herself, her hands subconsciously clenched into fists behind her back, which showed how nervous she was as a pill-forming monk.
She had taken care of Meng Qianqiu since she was a child. Li Zhen knew very well what she looked like.
She is arrogant and never gives in. It is because of her character that she has been able to grow up in the cruel training of being trapped in the Demon Island for more than ten years.
But now, Mo Yuan's self-esteem, which she was most proud of, was thrown away like garbage in front of everyone. The blow to her can be imagined.
After this test, will Meng Qianqiu never recover from the fall, or will he rebound from the bottom? No one can tell.
If you bet on the path to immortality of an extremely qualified cultivator, there will probably be no other person in the world besides the teacher.
After a brief silence, the buzz of the crowd returned like flies.
Most of the monks here still remember the way Meng Qianqiu escaped in the secret realm two years ago, and the person who caused it actually dares to be so arrogant as to participate in the trial held by her grandfather?
Who is Meng Qianqiu? The most potential cultivator in the entire Tianyun Continent, the body of Yuehua that is rare in a thousand years, has endless spells and magic weapons. With one enemy against many, cross-realm battles are commonplace.
It is no exaggeration to say that even a monk in the middle stage of foundation building is not sure of winning one on one.
And who is this so-called No. 9? No one knows, even in the trial on the island, the reason why some people were so impressed with him was just because they laughed at him for being an unlucky guy who was beaten violently by Meng Qianqiu several times when he came to the island.
Now that the truth was revealed, everyone began to look at Chen Mo again. The highest level of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger was this. You must know that before this, his trial results were not eye-catching!
As the blazing gazes came towards him, Chen Mo did not have the sense of accomplishment that all the stars were admiring him for. Instead, his cautious character suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The so-called "shooting the first bird" means that he is better than Meng Qianqiu. In the eyes of others, isn't this the best stepping stone?
It is better to be patient than to be victorious in a hundred battles, and it is better to be silent than to be silent. Chen Mo knew that nothing he said at this moment was right. Master Mo Yuan had made it clear that he was using himself as a pawn. This plan of killing two birds with one stone was an honest conspiracy. He simply No way to resist.
The discussion tended to get more and more intense: "Quiet!!" Lu Manshi said in a deep voice, which restored calm to the scene that was about to boil over.
Master Mo Yuan said: "It's excusable. Your draw is invalid this time. You are the last one in line. Let's continue!"
One sentence decided the fate of many people, and those monks who had not yet drawn lots and whose groups were not yet filled up were initially relieved and now became hung up again.
They thought that the big devil had been taken away and everything was fine. Who would have thought that they could still say this?
"......elder brother!"
Lin Yuqin gave a weak cry, and Chen Mo looked back, knowing that she had a lot to say, but now was not the time, so he gave her a reassuring look and continued to watch the development of the matter.
The lottery was still going on, and less than thirty people were left on stage one after another. Everyone who was drawn into other groups from Na Zhiruo felt as if they were lucky for the rest of their lives, while those who were drawn into groups that were not full felt as if the sky had fallen. A sad look on his face.
"thirty!"
"twenty!"
"Ten...nine...eight!"
...
Time passed quickly, and there were fewer and fewer people who did not draw lots. No one expected this result. Meng Qianqiu was ranked last, which put too much pressure on the remaining monks.
The third group that Chen Mo and Lin Yuqin were in seemed to be under a spell. After nearly thirty opportunities, no one was able to win.
The mentality of most people has changed, from being nervous to watching the excitement. The biggest highlight is whether Meng Qianqiu can draw number three again.
That was a happy ending for everyone, except Chen Mo and Lin Yuqin.
"...Number 24!"
Excited exclamations came from the crowd. It had become the consensus of all cultivators to prevent Meng Qianqiu from entering other groups and harming people. Seeing that Zhiruo had liberated another group, there were only two people left in the team of nearly a hundred people in an instant. Individuals did not draw lots.
The probability of winning Chen Mo's No. 3 group has also increased from 30% to 50%.
Na Zhiruo waved and said: "Next!"
This was a thin young man, and everyone's eyes were focused on him instantly. Just as he was about to step onto the stage, Meng Qianqiu pressed him on the shoulder.
"Go down! I'll do it!" Meng Qianqiu's tone seemed to be unacceptable. The young man hesitated for a moment and then looked at Zhiruo, who was presiding over the lottery.
Na Zhiruo looked back at Mo Yuan, who nodded slightly, which meant he agreed to her move.
Chen Mo was not surprised when he saw this scene. According to his understanding of Meng Qianqiu, she would never leave her destiny to the control of others.
Even if number three is drawn again, it is her own choice, and she cannot accept passive grouping.
Although Chen Mo had a vague feeling that there was something fishy in this, Mo Yuan really wanted to put the two of them together.
While Chen Mo was thinking, Meng Qianqiu stood in front of the stage again. She took a deep breath and took out a ball without any delay, with the number three, number three.
The number three seemed to become three mouths in her eyes, silently and humiliatingly mocking her luck.
"How...how could this happen?"
Lin Yuqin was the first one to collapse. Her look of shock was palpable, and she was disgusted and frightened. This was her true portrayal of Meng Qianqiu. If such an enemy was paired with her, how would future trials on the island be carried out? ?
Chen Mo was mentally prepared. Ever since Mo Yuan came forward, he knew that things were out of his control and he had to leave it to fate.
Except for these three people, the other monks were all smiling. No matter whether the grouping was good or not, as long as they were not grouped with Meng Qianqiu, they would be victorious in the eyes of everyone.
'Bang'!
As soon as Meng Qianqiu saw Chen Mo's face, he became angrier and angrier. The laughter of the crowd undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. When he saw the number in his hand, Meng Qianqiu didn't know where he got the courage to hit the ball on the ground. Crush it, launch the flying sword, and leave without looking back!
This move obviously exceeded everyone's expectations: "Qianqiu, what are you doing?!" Na Zhiruo was startled and hurriedly shouted: "It doesn't matter, let her go, Lu Manshi, remember her three bad things. "
Master Mo Yuan waved his hand on his seat: "Ten bad guys will be expelled from the island, without exception."
"Yes." Lu Manshi responded respectfully. It was like a wake-up call. Everyone who was slightly excited instantly calmed down. Real Mo Yuan can't even tolerate his own granddaughter. How can he be expected to be open to these 'outsiders'? One side?
