The disciples also heard about the bet between several people, and they all came forward to watch.
Every time Miao Xiaoman took out a spiritual grass, everyone would count her down.
After a while, Miao Xiaoman's record was close to forty spiritual grasses, which made the face of Mr. Gu beside him become extremely gloomy.
Miao Xiaoman almost surpassed him when he got the spiritual herbs on the table, among which thousand-year-old herbs accounted for a greater proportion.
At this time, excluding senior brother Shen Lang, Miao Xiaoman's ranking has reached third place.
Miao Xiaoman sneered and walked aside.
The next person to take the stage was Senior Sister Mingyue Xin. Unlike others, she first took out one of each collected spiritual herbs and placed it on the table. Then she carefully sorted all the spiritual herbs and took them out in order.
Seeing the types of spiritual herbs she took out, many people opened their mouths in surprise.
Most of these spiritual grasses are guarded by demonic beasts. To collect these spiritual grasses, you must deal with those demonic beasts first. This shows how difficult it is for Mingyue Xin to collect spiritual grasses.
Chen Yang noticed that while Mingyue Xin took out the spiritual grass, her eyes kept glancing at Senior Brother Shen Lang, which was quite provocative.
She just wanted to overwhelm Shen Lang in front of everyone.
Since the number of spiritual herbs collected by Ming Yuexin was also included in the spiritual herbs for gambling, everyone couldn't help but count them just like before.
By the end of the count, there were two hundred spiritual grasses!
Even the elder of the Deacon Hall, who had been calm before, stood up at this time.
This was the first time he had seen a newly promoted inner sect disciple bring so many spiritual herbs from the ruins, enough to break the previous record.
"Mingyue Xin, temporarily ranked first!"
After the deacon hall elder calmed down, he announced loudly.
Everyone present felt that the word "temporary residence" could be removed.
Shen Lang has already turned it in, how could anyone surpass Senior Sister?
Shen Lang was also quite shocked and cast an approving look at Ming Yue Xin.
This made Mingyue Xin smile proudly.
Within the sect, after competing with Shen Lang for so long, he finally overtook Shen Lang and became the number one, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
Miao Xiaoman stretched out his hand towards Xue Wuya with an arrogant look on his face and said, "Take it out."
"What to take?"
Xue Wuya looked confused.
"Your cloak magic weapon. We are not betting. The loser will hand over the magic weapon in his hand. By the way, there is also one-tenth of the spiritual grass!"
Miao Xiaoman said proudly.
"Haha, I haven't even taken out the spiritual grass yet, how do you know I lost?"
Xue Wuya swaggered towards the elder of the Deacon Hall.
"Hmph, you're still being stubborn now. If you lose, you'll lose. Why are you pretending?"
Miao Xiaoman sneered. Of course she would not believe that Xue Wuya's spiritual grass could surpass Ming Yue Xin. She only thought that Xue Wuya was being embarrassed and was pretending to be tough.
After seeing the amount of spiritual grass that Ming Yuexin brought out, no one was interested in seeing how many subsequent disciples would harvest, because no one thought anyone else could surpass Ming Yue Xin.
But something unexpected happened to these people.
I don’t know who it was, but he turned his head and looked at the table in front of the elder of the deacon hall, and suddenly exclaimed: “Look, the table is full!”