"Give up, let me go!"
"I have a lot of spiritual jade. If you choose me, my dear little ancestor, I will give you two thousand spiritual jades!"
“…”
A group of outer disciples in yellow robes were arguing endlessly.
Seeing this, Xie Mingchen and the others looked at each other with strange expressions.
Elder Liang was nearly frightened to death by this crazy scene. He looked at Yun Zheng anxiously and said, "My little ancestor, it's not too late to say this in two years. Your current cultivation level is no match for theirs. Hurry! I'll stop them and have those elite disciples take you away from the martial arts field."
Yun Zheng said helplessly and amusedly, "Thank you, I've made up my mind."
After saying that, he gave Mo Jing a look.
Mo Jing received it, and with a playful smile on his face as if he were meeting an old friend, he put his arm around Elder Liang's shoulder and led him off the stage while talking.
"Grandson, do you know where my uncle's family is? Do you think it's at the end of the world or in Dongzhou..."
When Yun Zheng heard the word 'grandson', she remembered the time when Mo Jing was called old and he looked so depressed, which was completely different from his current cheerful and talkative look.
You are worthy of it, Mo Jing!
Elder Liang was distracted by Mo Jing's non-stop chatter. He tried to listen to what his uncle said, but he kept looking back at Yun Zheng worriedly.
"Eleven, you go down too." Yun Zheng turned and looked at Mu Yunshuo.
Mu Yunshuo nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, stared at her with deep eyes, and opened his thin lips slightly: "Be careful."
After Mu Yunshuo went down.
A yellow figure quickly leaped onto the stage. Everyone looked closely and saw a man with a scar on his brow...
"It's Luo Xiao from the Purple Gold Gang!" the outer disciples exclaimed.
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