Chapter 254

Long Mo was jealous, and his woman only had his son in his eyes. Without him, he was worried that he would take his son and leave.

He wants to grab his own woman, so what's the use of just grabbing a son and going home.

However, even if Shuang'er was secretly guarding him, he was still so beautiful, he couldn't get angry at all, and he hoped she could look at him more.

He approached her ear and said:

"Shuang'er, Ma Wenhao and Yun Wan'er have already rolled back. They don't have time to cause trouble."

Mu Wushuang was a little surprised, she was still prepared enough, even if the people behind the two people instructed the Baliu Sect to target her, she was not afraid, but he did not expect to solve it.

I just don't know what method he used to get the arrogant two people to roll back dingy.

Moreover, she is very curious that Guangming Shenjiao is a first-rate sect, so Yun Wan'er and Ma Wenhao have not seen Long Moshen's face? Otherwise, why didn't he recognize him?

She suddenly remembered that her son had said before that when he first saw him, he wore a silver mask on his face. At the time, his son thought it was a bad scorpion.

Maybe this is the reason?

She thought divergently.

"Shuang'er, my son and I are here waiting for you to come back." Seeing the little woman start to be in a daze, Long Mo leaned closer to her, and the breath almost touched her earlobe.

Mu Wushuang felt that his cheeks were getting hot, and what he said, his blushing heartbeat, was caused by his ambiguous distance and deep sight.

"I am leaving."

She left quickly, and staying any longer, she felt her heart pounding out.

It's strange, why is she always unable to control her heartbeat when facing him?

Could it be that even if she lost her previous memories, would she be moved to this man again?

This feeling is really strange and touching.

Long Moshen looked at the back of the little woman who had fled from wasteland, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Xiao Xuanxi hugged her father's neck tightly, hum, father is my mother and I, you are not allowed to watch!

The eight-liu sect test was still presided over by the elder Changdong. Hearing his loud announcement of the rules of the test, countless people in the audience were shocked.

It turns out that this time the eight-liu sect competition requires each sect to send two of the most powerful disciples to participate in the competition, just like the form of a ring battle, divided into ten arenas.

In ten arenas, there will be ten masters.

Everyone can go up to challenge the master, if failure is eliminated, success will replace the former to become the master and accept the challenge of others.

The advantage of the ring competition is that the competition can be completed faster and save time.

However, the biggest disadvantage of this kind of ring competition is that no one wants to go up first, because the sooner you go up, it means that the person has to accept more challenges. No matter how strong your spiritual practice is, there will always be a moment when your spiritual power is exhausted. So the more you get ahead, the more you suffer.

No matter how high your cultivation base is, and you are challenged by dozens of people in turn, you will definitely get beaten down.

Therefore, as soon as Elder Changdong announced the rules, he whined and complained that no one likes this kind of game unless he plays last.

"Quiet! If you don't want to play, you can leave immediately."

Elder Changdong said majesticly.

This was quiet in the field.

Elder Changdong said again: "In a quarter of an hour, each sect will select two disciples and come up to draw lots."

Mu Wushuang and their Azure Cloud Sword Sect didn't have to choose, the other disciples all looked at Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang.

"Then you go and sit there first."

Mu Wushuang said to the others.

"Master sister, come on, you are the best!"

"Brother Cang, you must be drawn to the next ranking!"

"Defeat them and win the top three! Senior sister Cang brother! You can!"

The lovely juniors cheer for them.

Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang both smiled. The drawing of lots is a matter of luck. If they are drawn to the front, there is no way.

Watching the juniors leave, Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang went to the place where the lottery was drawn.

There were three places for drawing lots, but there were long lines. When it was Mu Wushuang's turn, the person in front suddenly cried out: "Mother, why did I draw a number two!"

Others cast sympathetic glances at him one after another, tusk, come on second, which is too pitiful!

"Don't disturb the order, make a loud noise, otherwise it will drag you down!"

A middle-aged man in charge of the lottery said sharply.

The man who drew the number two dared not cry anymore, holding his number two lottery, he gave up the place with a decadent face.

Mu Wushuang stepped forward and took one.

She found that many people were looking at the lottery in her hand, and she probably wanted to know which number she took.

She was also considered famous in World War I. Not only the disciples of the Jiuliu Sect knew her, even the disciples of the Baliu Sect knew her and regarded her as a powerful enemy.

So everyone especially wanted to know how many numbers she drew.

I heard that Elder Changdong admired her very much and invited her to join the Bright God Sect. I don’t know if she will be given special treatment and let her get the final number. Then she is a big threat.

Mu Wushuang turned the drawn lottery over, and the big "one" on it was extremely conspicuous, red and big.

"puff!"

Suddenly someone laughed, and the others burst into laughter!

"Hahahaha she won first place!"

"The first one! This is too unlucky!"

"The first one is actually worse than me!" said the disciple who had smoked number two, feeling a little better in his heart, but still frowning.

Because there is no difference between first and second!

To be precise, there is no difference between number one and tenth! Because there are ten arenas! The top ten people drawn earlier are all challengers!

Seeing Mu Wushuang drew the first place, many people smiled happily. This big enemy, the first one, may be able to hold up to ten people at most. When he is exhausted, he will be eliminated directly!

This is tantamount to one less rival!

No wonder so many people laughed so brightly.

Cang Yang was right behind Mu Wushuang. When she finished drawing, he went up and took one. When he opened it, it turned out to be "picked up"!

"Hahaha Congratulations to you Qingyun Sword Sect, ten ring masters, two of them are occupied by you!"

"My mother, do you want to laugh so hard that I inherit my spirit stone?"

"I'm so laughing! One first, one tenth, there are ten arenas in total, you guys are too good!"

"Laughing pee! Hahaha!"

Cang Yang's complexion was a bit ugly. He originally wanted to draw a good lot for the big sister, but unexpectedly, he also draws a bad lot.

"Junior brother, don't worry, I will give you a bottle of pill to make sure you can make it to the end."

At this moment, Mu Wushuang took out a bottle of pill from the storage ring and said deliberately with a loud voice.

"Hehe, are you kidding me?"

"Cut! To deceive yourself and others! Where is that kind of medicine in the world?"