Chen Yanshu smiled and said, "Those who are in the middle level are all helping other junior brothers, and those who are too weak don't have any challenges. I think Junior Brother Xiaoyun is smart, so this arrangement should be fine, right?"
What can Yun Feimiao say?
He was both a younger brother and a junior fellow, so he had no choice but to agree.
After two rounds of playing, Yun Feimiao had figured out the gameplay and rules, and in the third round he directly defeated Yun Feiyin.
By the fifth round, Yun Feimiao began to win and lose against Chen Yanshu and Si Junzhan, while Yun Feiyin was still losing.
Yun Fei couldn't help but curl his lips. He knew this would be the result.
At such a mahjong table, he and his senior brother could not beat anyone together.
Yun Feiyin was confused. Wouldn't it be better for them, the sword cultivators, to just use their swordsmanship to decide the outcome? Why did they have to play mahjong?
On the other side, Master Xiao Feng, who came from the Wanjian Sect, floated into Master Ji's room.
"This is horrible, horrible, Senior Brother Ji. Those little brats actually took the initiative to start a mahjong game and bet on swordsmanship."
"I remember that the kids who played this game back then didn't like it, but now they're actually putting their junior brothers and sisters on the table one by one."
"Tsk tsk tsk, isn't this just like when our junior brother lied to us... Xiao Xiao Xiao..."
After Master Xiao Feng saw the two people in the room clearly, he was completely stunned.
He couldn't help rubbing his eyes, wondering if he had seen it wrong.
Xiao Yue asked with a smile: "What are you talking about, Junior Brother? When have I ever lied to you?"
"No, no, no!" Master Xiao Feng waved his hands quickly and dared not say anything.
He could still fight with Sect Master Ji and Peak Master Tu, but with Xiao Yue...
Haha, the other party can slap him away with just one palm.
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