In the eyes of some people, Luo Yuan is at the bottom of his profession.
He was able to produce so many precious spiritual herbs, which really surprised many people, including the elders of the Deacon Hall.
In the elder's impression, Xue Wuya's harvest was nothing more than this. Luo Yuan's thousand-year-old spiritual grass even had more than Xue Wuya's.
At this time, the deacon hall elder finally showed a smile on his face, and said with a slight smile: "Boy, you did a good job, you are now ranked first."
Luo Yuan scratched the back of his head, smiled, and stepped aside.
At this time, Liao Qing and the other three people standing not far away looked livid.
One of them regretted: "Damn, I thought Luo Yuan had nothing good in him, so I let him go, but I didn't know he was actually a big fat sheep!"
"It's not like you said you didn't bother to take it from him!"
With a livid face, Liao Qingting picked up another companion who was silent.
"Brother Liao, it's my fault, please forgive me once."
The disciple who was picked up by Liao Qing trembled and begged for mercy. He was the one who didn't want to snatch Luo Yuan because he didn't want to dirty his hands. Now he was regretting it.
Just when Liao Qing and others were fighting among themselves, senior brother Shen Lang came over.
He took out his storage bag and began to take out the collected spiritual herbs and put them on the table.
Everyone present knew that Shen Lang had long been designated as a true disciple by the Yin Mo Sect leader because of his outstanding talent. This visit to the ruins was just a formality and was not among the competition.
However, some people are still curious about how many spiritual herbs the senior brother has collected. It is too fishy in troubled waters and does not look good in terms of appearance.
Shen Lang did not disappoint everyone. He also took out forty or fifty spiritual herbs, which were only a little less than Luo Yuan.
This surprised everyone even more. Even the senior brother could only collect those spiritual herbs. How did Luo Yuan do it?
Did he really get lucky?
The next few disciples could not surpass Shen Lang's level.
Yan Nier walked up, but she only took out a few spiritual herbs. She was scolded by the elder of the deacon hall and hid in a corner with a dark face.
Next is Mr. Gu, and his face doesn't look good either.
In the ruins, the demon servant Golden Wings was lost inexplicably. He thought he was being hunted by some master, so he hid in the ruins when the ruins were opened, and then fled in a panic.
During this period, he asked Yan Nier to hand over the collected spiritual herbs so that he could gain a good reputation during the competition, and promised to compensate her after becoming the true disciple of the sect peak master. Finally, he collected more than forty spiritual herbs.
Grass.
What Mr. Gu never expected was that the spiritual herbs Luo Yuan took out were more than the spiritual herbs he and Yan Nier had combined.
Shen Lang is not within the competition, but Mr. Gu still has the power to defeat Shen Lang, but now it seems that there is no hope.
He could only compete for the second position, but behind him there was the powerful Ming Yue Xin who handed over the spirit grass, so the second position was really not guaranteed.
The spiritual grass was placed on the table. The elder of the Deacon Hall took a look at it and still just nodded without saying anything.
This surprised Mr. Gu, but he just felt that the amount of spiritual grass Luo Yuan brought out before was too shocking, so the elder had such a reaction.
Xue Wuya chuckled secretly from the side. The number of spiritual herbs in his hand was definitely more than that of Mr. Gu and Luo Yuan.
He knew that Chen Yang had much more spiritual grass than him, so his ranking should be in second place at this time.
Xue Wuya felt happy in his heart. If he hadn't gotten close to Chen Yang and Lao Wu, he might not have had the chance to compete for the position of true disciple.
Thinking of this, Xue Wuya couldn't help but sigh. It was a pity that Old Wu died in the ruins. Otherwise, he would have wanted to treat Old Wu to a drink after he came out.
"Huh, let me show you my achievements. Take out your magic weapon and cloak and pack it up."
Miao Xiaoman glared at Xue Wuya arrogantly and said coldly.