"Abnormal? I was just amused by your self-deception."
"When outsiders are around, you are just pretending. Now that there are only three of us here, what else can we hide? Those hypocritical words made my ears almost go numb, and I couldn't help but say a few words.
To be honest, you don’t want to hear it.”
Lord Yu casually brushed his sleeves and taunted, "If you wear a perfect mask for too long, you really think of yourself as a saint, Qiu Lan, don't you think so?"
Venerable Qiulan's eyes darkened for a moment, his breath floated, as if he was a little angry.
"Oh, are you angry from embarrassment?"
Lord Yu was keenly aware of his displeasure and sneered, "Okay, if you don't want to listen to me, I'm too lazy to say it. Don't ask me, just do whatever you like!"
With that said, he fluttered out a futon, casually sat on it, closed his eyes and rested.
I really don’t care anymore.
Venerable Qiulan laughed angrily and said angrily: "What's wrong with you?"
Master Yu didn't even raise his eyelids, but he was still frightened and cursed secretly.
Qiu Lan's mind is still as sharp as ever.
He just said a few words... and it made him suspicious and almost exposed his flaws!
His private trading cooperation with Yun Luo, and his plan to secretly send Yun Luo into the secret realm...
We can’t let the three major sects know about it yet.
Fortunately, he interrupted the conversation in time and the situation was temporarily resolved.
But in this third round of assessment, it is inconvenient for him to intervene. Whether he can pass smoothly depends on Yunluo himself...
After all, he is still an eighth-level person, so he can’t even pass the examination, right?
If you really can’t live with it——
He cut off the head of her cheap brother and gave it to her as a gift!
Lord Yu thought coldly in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm and composed.
Venerable Qiulan looked at him deeply for a moment, and finally put the assessment first, temporarily suppressing his anger: "Fairy Shuiyue, how is Xianle Palace preparing for this third round of assessment?"
Yi Shuiyue was equally unhappy and uttered three words coldly: "Wagon battle!"
"The number of people in the secret realm is only one hundred at most. Now there are 248 people who have advanced. Let's let them fight in pairs and eliminate half of them first!"
Venerable Qiulan said: "Even if half of them are eliminated, the quota will still be exceeded."
Yi Shuiyue said coldly: "Someone will always die in the ring, and the remaining people will be thrown into the wheel battle. Until there are only a hundred people left, the fighting will not stop."
Venerable Qiu Lan sunk his eyes and said slowly: "You should know that although the quota given by the sect is one hundred, for the sect... the fewer the quota, the better."
Apparently there are a hundred.
But if enough people die, the winner will be less than a hundred, or even only half or less...
This is more in line with the interests of the sect.
At the Kyushu Banquet held in previous years, only fifty or sixty people from the four countries could truly enter the secret realm.
As few as twenty people.
And most of these people eventually died in the secret realm.
You can't compete with the disciples of the three major sects.
One hundred places, in their opinion, is still too many...
Yi Shuiyue raised the corners of her lips lightly: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I understand."
Lord Yu made it clear that he did not want to interfere.
Yi Shuiyue discussed in a low voice with Venerable Qiu Lan and quickly formulated the elimination rules for the third round.