Seeing that Qin Cheng didn't pay attention to her at all, Ji Xue was angry. Old man, am I so unbearable? How dare you look down on me? You must change your previous views. So she bent down gracefully.
He took out the medicinal herbs from the ring and placed them one by one on the snow. There were actually seventeen herbs, which was not the least. He handed over a pretty good report card.
"Huh..." Qin Cheng couldn't help but wonder. He never expected that an ordinary disciple in the early stage of building the platform would not only not die in the spiritual realm, but also pick so many medicinal herbs, and he would be as good as the disciples of Yunlan Palace. He said sincerely
: "Yes, you worked hard."
Ji Xue smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, uncle, for your encouragement." She turned around and came to the right side of the Slim Stand, enjoying the fiery gazes of the men and feeling very benefited.
At this time, the ten disciples on the other side of Ten Thousand Beast Mountain had all turned in the medicinal herbs, and the total number was 257, which was quite generous.
After everyone looked at it, they also paid attention to the medicinal herbs in Fengming Valley. Some people with quick minds calculated it very accurately. They quickly found out that there are currently 213 medicinal herbs in Fengming Valley. They then shook their heads and said: "The results are almost out.
Well, there is still a disciple in Fengming Valley who has not turned in the medicinal herbs, so he has to come up with more than forty-four medicinal herbs to win."
As soon as this statement came out, the people around could not help but start talking, "There is such a big difference, how can we catch up? It seems that Fengming Valley will definitely lose."
"I guess this pretty boy can produce more than 20 medicinal herbs. It's far from it..."
Even the strong men of the seven major sects felt that the dust had settled. Weng Qianling sighed and said: "It's over, I'm afraid Brother Qin is going to lose."
Dongfang Liyin smiled and said: "It seems that Brother Diao is right. Having more people may not be useful. The disciples of Wanshou Mountain are the ones who are capable."
Diao Hande's face showed a look of joy, and he felt that he was sure to win, and said proudly: "Brother Dongfang has won the prize. It seems that this is fate. I am destined to have one more grandson, just waiting for the famous Lieyun Blade.
I called you Ye..."
Qin Cheng was also panicked, thinking that if he lost, he would call the old beast "Master" in front of many juniors, and his reputation would be ruined. His face turned green and white, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
A voice like the sound of nature came out from the crowd, coming from the female disciple of Xingyue Palace, "Why are you so anxious? There is still a disciple in Fengming Valley who hasn't revealed the spiritual grass. Maybe he can change the outcome."
The girl who spoke was as beautiful as a fairy descended from the earth. She was Xing Ling, but she was among a group of female disciples and did not show her face.
After hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to this handsome disciple of Fengming Valley to see how he would perform and whether he could turn things around.
Qin Cheng's face was ashen and he was already in despair, because he knew that the last ordinary disciple was called Pan An, who was in the late stage of Zhutai and was the weakest among the disciples who entered the spiritual realm. Even if it brought him a surprise, it would only be twenty.
This medicinal herb is useless, he will definitely lose.
A group of Yunlan Palace disciples were also dejected. They felt uncomfortable thinking that Uncle Qin would have to call that wretched old man "Master" later. What have they become? Great-grandsons?
Of course, there are also sporadic disciples who have high hopes for Qiu Yu, such as Ji Xue, a girl who thought to herself, it's really hard to say, the energy of this brat is far beyond what you can imagine, just watch.
There were also several Xingyue Palace female disciples who were friends with Qiu Yu. At this time, they shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Pan, you are the best, let them be surprised."
"Senior Brother Pan, we all support you..."
Many onlookers couldn't help but wonder. Some people were confused and said: "What's going on? Does this kid still have something to do with Xingyue Palace?"
"I guess he is so good-looking that he has fascinated the female disciples of Xingyue Palace."
"His last name seems to be Pan, what is his name?"
Yu Fengguan looked over at him with a sinister look, but it was the beautiful Taoist priest Yu Xuanzi. She hated Qiu Yu deeply and cursed in her heart, you thief named Pan, just wait. Sooner or later, I will kill you.
You were cut into pieces!
Being under the attention of everyone makes Qiu Yu very uncomfortable. He doesn't want to be in the spotlight, and he has no idea of standing up for Lieyun Dao. No matter what, the old guy is not mine. Anyway, he is the one left by Na Jieli.
Those herbs are as much as you have, but as for the ones I left behind, I won’t take out even one.
Qiu Yu came closer, bent slightly and kept taking out the medicinal herbs from the Najie. At first, everyone had no reaction, but when they took out more than 20 medicinal herbs, they immediately became interested, "Have you seen it yet?"
There is..."
Lieyun Dao Qin Cheng's spirit was also lifted up. He didn't expect that there was a dark horse at the end. He clenched his fists tightly, and his nails dug into his flesh. He was extremely nervous, and he didn't even dare to breathe out. He thought silently in his heart,
"Don't stop, keep taking it out. If you can turn defeat into victory, it will be your benefit."
Just as Qin Cheng expected, Qiu Yu did not stop the movement of his hands and continued to take out the herbs, which made the onlookers more and more surprised. Some people said in surprise: "Thirty herbs, it seems there are still some."
"Young man is quite capable. It's not certain who will win..."
Suddenly, Diao Hande's face changed drastically, and he was no longer calm. A murderous look flashed in his eyes, and he wished he could cut this kid into pieces with a thousand knives.
As Qiu Yu took out more and more herbs, the surrounding atmosphere became more and more tense. Even the super strong men from the seven major sects held their breath, feeling that it was beyond their expectations and the competition became more dramatic.
Someone else exclaimed, "Ah... there are already forty herbs, and there are still more."
Then, Ji Xue said in surprise: "Forty-four plants, it's already a tie..."
Lieyun Dao Qin Cheng was ecstatic in his heart and almost burst into tears. He would not lose. God is so smart. He sent such a magical disciple to help me turn defeat into victory. It's great.
Looking at Guijianchou again, Diao Hande completely collapsed, shaking his head and saying in disbelief: "How is that possible? It's too weird..."
Then the herbs Qiu Yu took out shocked everyone even more. When two seven-color herbs appeared, a disciple shouted: "What is this, a sixth-level herb?"
"It's becoming more and more domineering, even the seven-colored divine light..."
What Qiu Yu took out next were all rare sixth-level medicinal herbs, which made people feel even more dazzled. Finally, a gorgeous lotus flower shone down and fell. Everyone's eyes lit up. Even the super-powerful people were surprised and widened their eyes.
He closed his eyes and thought to himself, how is it possible, this thing is extremely rare?
Many sect disciples looked surprised and inevitably started talking, "Oh my God, it's actually a red jade and blue lotus!"
"No way, have you got all the legendary herbs?"
"It's so terrifying. He...he actually picked forty-nine herbs. What a god."