Wutian left, he left with helplessness and confusion. He originally thought that having already done this procedure once, Mo Ranchen should be able to accept it quickly.
As a result, this guy Mo Ranchen can't hold up the wall with mud. You worshiped the Demon Ancestor Luo Hu as your disciple, and you are directly the same generation as Tongtian, and you still don't cherish it?
Mo Ranchen didn't care at all what Wu Tian was thinking. It was too early for him to get along with this guy. What's more, his wife was still in Nuwa's hands. If she got so close to the demons, wouldn't that be courting death?
Forget it, as long as Luo Hu doesn't come in person, everything will be easy to talk about.
Zhang Xiaofan suddenly appeared behind Mo Ranchen and said: "The Four Swords of Zhu Xian were sent to Senior Brother Duobao by Guang Chengzi, and he has been handed over to the master."
"The Chanjiao people didn't cheat?" Mo Ranchen was puzzled.
"When you guys made the bet, the other saints knew that even if Guangchengzi wanted to go back on his word, Saint Yuqing couldn't agree. After all, he has already lost someone once." Zhang Xiaofan explained.
"That's it." Mo Ranchen went to find others.
In Linghai, Long Mo touched the cards in his hand, glanced at the Wuyou Pavilion Master opposite, and then pushed out all the chips at hand, "I'll take it, you can do whatever you want."
The leader of Wuyou Pavilion looked at the cards in his hand. The open cards were three "k" and one "a". He frowned. The hidden card was "k". Obviously, the other party must have thought that he was playing directly.
The card was higher than his own, so he couldn't have thought about the possibility that he was the one with four of a kind.
But the other party still took the opportunity without hesitation. If Long Mo wasn't trying to be mysterious, then he should have a straight flush in his hand.
"Discard your cards." Master Wuyou Pavilion put down the cards in his hand.
Long Mo smiled slightly.
At this time, Mo Ranchen happened to walk in, and when he saw these two people having fun, he suddenly felt unbalanced again.
Then, Mo Ranchen stepped forward and snatched the card from Long Mo's hand. When he opened it, he saw that it was a, k, q, j, 10. He felt like shit and threw the card down.
"A royal flush, fuck! I've never played this kind of card in my previous life. Are you trying to compete with me in a thousand arts? I'm so kind and innocent, how could I have a clone like you?"
Long Mo looked at Mo Ranchen calmly, "I can only say that you took the best out of me and eliminated the dross, otherwise I wouldn't be so lucky."
"This has nothing to do with luck." Mo Ranchen sat down on the side.
"I also have this suspicion. When you created Long Mo, did you accidentally give him too much luck as a disciple? I feel like he was very lucky." Pavilion Master Wuyou nodded.
"I'm overthinking it. He was just a novice in cultivation at the time. Even if he could see things like luck, he wouldn't be able to use it." Long Mo shook his head, "Don't make excuses for your failure."
"Then if that's not the case, why do you draw the same flush almost every time?" Pavilion Master Wuyou recalled that when the four of them were playing mahjong, he and Long Mo were killing each other randomly.
But now, Long Mo is still killing indiscriminately, and he can only do it.
"Who knows, I also rely on luck." Long Mo looked innocent.
Mo Ranchen's expression changed. Why are these two still chatting? They play cards or mahjong all day long. Don't you know if this will teach the children bad things?
"Okay, don't talk nonsense anymore. It's been a month, and Shushan will start the disciple recruitment ceremony in two months. Back then, I said during the prehistoric live broadcast that I would compete with Kunlun for disciples."
"I would have almost forgotten it if you didn't tell me." Long Mo suddenly remembered something, "It seems that no one in the whole world pays attention to this matter. After all, it is just two ordinary sects."
Pavilion Master Wuyou nodded, "Yes, no one cares about the affairs of the two mortal sects at all."
"I care, and those Shushan disciples should care too." Mo Ranchen said coldly.
Long Mo sighed, "What you want has already been prepared, go and see it yourself."
"You should have told me earlier." Mo Ranchen stood up and headed towards the base camp.
Long Mo shrugged and looked at Wuyou Pavilion Master, "How about another round?"