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Chapter 92 Second Bet

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    Almost half a day later, the true energy in the Dantian was filled again, and he was about to continue practicing the fire-forged divine technique. Suddenly, he suddenly thought, although the fire-forged divine consciousness is condensed, it is too strong. If it is polished with water,  So what?

    After all, it was the beginning of his cultivation, and he was not afraid of making mistakes. Mo Bu Le began to understand the magic formula of water-melting magic again. Because it fit with his own spiritual roots, it was particularly easy to comprehend. It was actually faster than the fire-forging magic. Sure enough, he initially  He made a good judgment, Shui Zhuo Lian's divine technique is the most suitable spiritual consciousness cultivation technique for him.

    However, when he actually practiced, he found that the water grinding process was indeed extremely slow. Fortunately, Mo Bule had already cultivated a trace of spiritual consciousness, which saved him a lot of time in water grinding. He could just use the water aura to wash away this trace of spiritual consciousness.

    The newborn consciousness is resisting instinctively, because its body contains the nature of fire, and water and fire do not mix. Although the poison of fire is powerful, the strength of the water spirit is its large amount. It pulls and pulls in and out, and you push and I refuse, just like being held hostage by flowing water.  Wrapped in a large amount of sand, the efficiency of this water mill has been greatly improved. Of course, the pain is not enough to explain to outsiders. It is really like Ling Chi. Except for Mo Bu Le, I am afraid that no one in the bright world can endure it.  Come down.

    When his true energy was exhausted again, this trace of consciousness had been polished. Although it looked half thinner than before, it no longer felt weak. Not only did it become more condensed, but also full of resilience, it seemed  No matter how much you toss it, it won't break.

    An unexpected joy, a complete unexpected joy. Mo Bu Le could not have imagined beforehand that after the fire forging, supplemented by the water grinding, the effect of the practice would be so good. The millions of contributions are not in vain, it is worth it!

    I don¡¯t know how long he had been practicing until Li Zhi told him that Mingjing had woken up through the souls of two young dragons. Only then did Mo Bule reluctantly walk out of the Liehuo Tower. When he asked, he realized that three days had passed.

    "Why is it that the time is shorter than when he understood the second sword intention?"

    ??Muttered depressedly, and then Mo Bule felt happy for Mingjing. No matter how much he could understand the true meaning of kendo, these three days were undoubtedly a big step forward for Mingjing in kendo, and it was worth celebrating.

    When Mo Bu Le rushed to Tian Tian Lei, Ming Jing was no longer there. He hurriedly rushed to Izuyun Stream. As a result, the gate of Ye Zhaoting was closed tightly. Liu Yi, the swordsman boy, was guarding the door and was facing a circle.  The Luoxia Palace sword cultivators who came over explained: "Senior Brother Ming has just begun to understand the true meaning of swordsmanship, and he still needs to stay in seclusion for a period of time"

    Mo Bu Le heard it before he got close. He curled his lips, turned around and left, returning to the front of Tian Tian Challenge. At this time, the disciples of the Immortal Sect and the spectators were gathering one after another, waiting for Liu Zhengdao.  Announcing the reopening of the Trial Heaven Arena.

    "How come none of the real people have arrived?"

    A voice came from the side. Mo Bu Le turned his head and saw that it was several Immortal Sect disciples whispering. He quickly raised his head, and sure enough, the sky above Tiantian Lei was clear and green, and the Bulian Platform did not float towards him. Naturally, the real people also  not coming.

    "I heard that I went to Chongtian Pavilion to have a drink. It's been three days, why haven't I drunk enough?" Someone else responded softly.

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    The leader, His Highness, and the Japs were all silent. Apparently, they realized that the real people in Chongtian Pavilion were not just drinking.

    "It should be about discussing the coming of the demon"

    Xie Buyan slowly flew to Mo Bu Le's side, his expression slightly gloomy.

    Mo Bu Le looked at him and said comfortingly: "The real people have great cultivation and will definitely be able to rescue Senior Pei."

    Thank you without saying a word, in silence.  If he could be saved, he would not have let the demon escape in the first place. If he could be saved, Uncle Pei would not be so deeply possessed by the demon that he would be possessed by the demon.

    "The Test Heaven Arena is reopened. Those who want to climb the arena, please come forward!"

    Liu Zhengdao's voice echoed in the sky above Tiantian Lei, instantly silencing all the discussions. After a moment, a person jumped out from among the spectators and said: "I'm Shi Heng, a casual cultivator who wants to go to the immortal."  Disciples of the sect would like to ask for advice, and I hope that all the immortals will give you some advice!"

    There were several sneers from the disciples of the Immortal Sect, and then one person floated up to the ring and said grimly: "Chen Ying is at the gate of hell. I am willing to prove what I have learned with my brother."

    Shi Heng is a high-level Jindan, and Chen Ying is also a high-level Jindan. In terms of pure cultivation, they can be said to be evenly matched.

    "Those who are facing death all have this kind of virtue."

    Lu Yunhai muttered softly, which naturally could not be concealed from the eyes and ears of Guizi Jiuming, and he glanced over coldly.

    "We ghost cultivators, with our natural qualities, are better than you using puppets to deceive the way of heaven."

    The counterattack was very sharp. Originally, most of the disciples from the Ghost Gate were ghost cultivators.He has no yang energy in his body, and is naturally gloomy and pale. However, Bai Yujing, a native of Beijing, is good at the art of trapping puppets. Whenever he faces life and death, he often uses puppets to replace him, so he is not ashamed of being a ghost cultivator.  In short, the disciples of Bai Yujing can't stand the ghost cultivator's lack of popularity and virtue, which is worse than that of a puppet, while the disciples of Guimenguan can't stand the disciples of Bai Yujing who use puppets to clear the way when trouble comes and hide behind them in fear of death.  The feud between the two immortal sects basically comes from the fact that they can't stand each other. In addition, Bai Yujing is high in the sky, and Guimenguan is hidden deep under the Nine Netherworld, and even eight poles can't hit it. How can there be any grudges?  It can be said.

    Amid the quarrel between the two, the white fox walked over with his tail swung, and said to Mo Bule with a disappointed look on his face: "I thought I would see your good show in the first game of the reopening of the Tiantian Tournament."

    Mo Bu Le twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Senior sister, do you want to see me get beaten?"

    The white fox smiled and said: "How come, I still plan to bet on you to win." She was addicted to winning in the previous game, and planned to make another profit from Mo Bu Le.

    When she reminded him, Mo Bu Le remembered that he had bet on Ming Jing in the last game and lost. He immediately felt heartbroken and gnashed his teeth.

    "Junior Brother Mo, I bet on you to win." Xie Buyan smiled, with an expression that said I support you.

    Mo Bu Le said feebly: "Thank you, brother and sister, for your support. Can I bet on my loss?" If everyone bet on him to win, then if he loses, wouldn't he make a lot of money?

    "Don't be like this" Xie Buyan laughed and said meaningfully, "Even Master Pei's demon consciousness can be blocked, you won't lose."

    "Thank you, senior brother, for your kind words."

    Mo Bu Le actually didn't care too much about winning or losing. What he cared about was whether he could deceive those Immortal Sect disciples who wanted to test him. Thinking of this, he felt his spirit started to get excited and shouted to the people around him: "Next time  I'm on the field, Senior Brother Qin, let's start the betting!"

    Qin Liuqing had just arrived, and before she could stand firmly on her feet, she heard Mo Bu Le's roar, and her face suddenly turned purple.

    "I'll bet on Junior Brother Mo." The white fox was the first to rush over and respond. Not only did he throw down the bet, but he also rushed into the middle of the few Immortal Sect disciples who first proposed to test Mo Bule, and swept them all to Qin Dynasty with one tail.  Show mercy.

    "You are also allowed to take custody. You are not allowed to take custody of Junior Brother Mo. You are only allowed to take custody of the casual cultivator you selected."

    The faces of these Immortal Sect disciples also turned purple. Although they wanted to test Mo Bu Le, they also felt that Mo Bu Le would probably win in the end. One reason was because Ming Jing's previous performance was too unbelievable. As his senior brother, and  Mo Bu Le, who also became the first disciple and overpowered him, would not be too far behind him. Secondly, Mo Bu Le is a disciple of the Immortal Sect after all. With the same cultivation level, he will always be better than those who have no inheritance.  Xiu, the competition going on in front of him is an example of this. The casual cultivator named Shi Heng has been suppressed by Chen Ying and can hardly lift his head.

    However, the white fox was too arrogant. They tried to help their senior brother several times but received no response. They had no choice but to bet unwillingly. They originally wanted to bet less, but the white fox  The fox looked at them eagerly, and when they opened their storage bags, the fox stretched out its paws several times like lightning, and actually emptied their storage bags.

    "Sister"

    Several Immortal Sect disciples almost cried. Is this a rhythm that will lead to bankruptcy?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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