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Sword Master Beiyuan immediately broke open all the mud balls, but there was really nothing inside.
Except for impurities, there is nothing like the eighth-grade moon marrow!
Emperor Dongyuan frowned secretly, what is this Beiyuan Sword Master doing?
I personally went out and didn't even get a piece of moon marrow, which is really unbelievable.
However, the facts are before us. As the host, he can only declare fairly: "Beiyuan Sword Master, zero pieces!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar!!
It was unprecedented for the Abyss Lord to personally take action, but he didn't even get a single piece of moon marrow. This was simply a fantasy.
"The dignified Lord Yuan, put down your old face and went out personally, but got nothing?"
"As a junior, I feel embarrassed hearing this!"
"This is a big joke! Registration records are to be passed down to future generations. If such a shocking scandal is passed down, won't it mean that future generations will continue to laugh at it?"
Beiyuan Sword Master's face could not be more gloomy. He shouted to the recorder: "Stop, no recording!"
He couldn't imagine how outsiders and future generations would evaluate the incident if word spread about it.
The Lord of Yuan came forward, but he couldn't even get the moon marrow!
It’s simply ridiculous!
Emperor Dongyuan's face was expressionless: "Do you need me to report it to the tombkeeper?"
The records are the rules set by the tomb keeper, and even the Yuan Lord is not allowed to change them without authorization.
"But there is a problem here. I obviously robbed... and dug up the eighth-grade moon marrow." Beiyuan Sword Master almost blurted out that he had robbed the junior moon marrow.
Emperor Dongyuan said solemnly: "The record book only records the results. You can tell others about the process yourself."
With that said, he picked up the registration book and announced: "The Eagles Meeting is over."
"Wait a minute!" How could Beiyuan Sword Master be willing to give up?
His eyes were as sharp as swords, and he shot at Xia Qingchen, shouting: "It's you, isn't it?"
He remembered that Xia Qingchen's female companion had once covered her sight with colorful mist. It must have been at that time that Xia Qingchen took the opportunity to take away the eighth-grade moon marrow.
As for the mud ball, Xia Qingchen probably dropped it intentionally.
Xia Qingchen fumbled with the thick stack of contracts calmly, and said calmly: "What the Beiyuan Sword Master is saying, this junior cannot understand."
Beiyuan Sword Master scolded: "Hand over the eighth-grade moon marrow!"
Xia Qingchen thought for a moment and actually took out an eighth-grade moon marrow. It released a stunning light and attracted the attention of the entire audience.
Even Emperor Dongyuan couldn't help but look sideways.
Immediately, everyone had a huge question: How could the eighth-grade moon marrow that Beiyuan Sword Master thought he had in his hands be in Xia Qingchen's hands?
"You mean this?" Xia Qingchen asked.
Beiyuan Sword Master was filled with anger and said in a low voice: "Bring it over!"
Xia Qingchen pointed his finger, then took it back into the space nirvana, and said slowly: "Sword Lord Beiyuan got nothing, but you asked for the moon marrow from this junior to make up for it?"
"This belongs to my son!" Beiyuan Sword Master scolded.
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Emperor Dongyuan looked majestic and said: "Sword Master Beiyuan, whoever holds the moon marrow will own it. Are you taking the tombkeeper's rules as nothing by asking for it like this?"
If someone has a powerful identity and can steal other people's moon marrow at will, what rules do the Eagles have?
Everyone can grab it at once!
"But, the eighth-grade moon marrow is really mine, at least it was in my hands before." Beiyuan Sword Master had no intention of breaking the tombkeeper's rules.
Emperor Dongyuan snorted softly: "Do you want to say that he stole the moon marrow from you?"
Wouldn’t that make people laugh even more?
How could the majestic Beiyuan Sword Master of the moon position be robbed of his moon essence by a small star-level powerhouse?
"Of course not!" Beiyuan Sword Master denied it. How dare he admit it?
In that case, he will only lose face even more.
"Then why are you so stubborn?" Emperor Dongyuan snorted coldly: "You have to ask the tombkeeper to come out and make the decision, right?"
Beiyuan Sword Master gritted his teeth and said something bitter. He couldn't say that he had robbed the younger generation's things, right?
That would be equally detrimental to its reputation.
He could only knock out his teeth and swallow blood, endure the bad breath, and said: "Record it truthfully!"
"But!" Sword Master Beiyuan looked at Xia Qingchen: "Give me a seventh-grade moon marrow, or a sixth-grade one."
The top priority is his son's breakthrough.
Since the eighth grade is not available for the time being, let's get a moon marrow first and use it, at least it won't delay my son's cultivation.
"Wasn't the last moon marrow broken by your son?" Xia Qingchen said helplessly.
No one can blame Xia Qingchen, because he did give it.
It was just smashed to pieces by Han Xiangdong!!
Not only that, he also ridiculed Xia Qingchen and would never use his stuff.
"The moon marrow you dug out is more than this." Beiyuan Sword Master cast a threatening look.
It could be said that he was extremely patient with Xia Qingchen.
I didn't settle the score with him at this time, it was already based on the rules established by the tombkeeper.
If Xia Qingchen continues to be ignorant, don't blame him for falling out!
Emperor Dongyuan frowned. It was really disgraceful for Beiyuan Sword Lord to threaten people with his status.
However, who made him the Lord of the Abyss? Not giving him a moon marrow would only cause Xia Qingchen to be in trouble.
"Xia Qingchen, give him one." Emperor Dongyuan said, as an act of mediation.
Xia Qingchen thought for a while and said: "Okay, there is one last piece of moon marrow."
He took out a piece of moon marrow and spread it in the palm of his hand. Han Xiangdong looked at it and was angry and angry: "First-grade moon marrow? Xia Qingchen, where are you Hanchan people!!"
Xia Qingchen took back his palm and said, "Since you don't want it, forget it."
"Wait!" Beiyuan Sword Master said: "We want it!"
He took the moon marrow and put it into Han Xiangdong's hand: "Let's break through first!"
Han Xiangdong felt despair. The eighth-grade moon marrow was gone, and the sixth-grade moon marrow was destroyed by himself. In the end, only one of the first-grade moon marrow was left.
Moreover, he still got it from Xia Qingchen.
"Ah! It smells so good!" I don't know who it was, and said it without knowing anything.
Everyone understood and couldn't help but think of Han Xiangdong's words, even if I die, Han Xiangdong will not use your things.
Amid a burst of whispers and secret laughter, Han Xiangdong's face turned as red as a braised pig's head. He wanted to scold but didn't know who to scold.
"Let's go." Beiyuan Sword Master held his son's shoulders and jumped into the air.
Han Xiangdong held the first-grade moon marrow and said sadly: "Father, do I really want to use the first-grade moon marrow to break through? In that case, Fatty Gu will definitely distance himself."
The power of moonlight contained in the first-grade moon marrow is quite rare. Whether it can make him completely break through is not yet known.
Even if there is a breakthrough, it will only be achieved in nine months, and the future potential is extremely low.
His future martial arts path may be ruined.
But if he doesn't use it, he will have to wait another two years, or go to the mainland to search for the moon marrow. The time lost will be enough to affect his life.
"Of course not." Sword Master Beiyuan took a piece of moon marrow and crushed it into pieces.
Han Xiangdong was startled: "Ah! Father, what are you doing? This is the last one!"