He can become a saint, the entire supernatural world has a responsibility

Chapter 317: Isn't it wrong to give me such a valuable thing?

The top-floor office of the Extraordinary Management Department was also very quiet, with only the commentary from the TV echoing.

Minister Jiang Huai leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin with his hand, obviously puzzled by the situation.

Even as one of the strongest extraordinary people in China, he did not expect today's result.

In other words, as the "mastermind", he originally wanted Jiu Si Ling to win, but he didn't expect an accident to happen.

"Is this Dark Desolate Incarnation Technique already the latest version?"

Finally, he couldn't help it and uttered this sentence.

Chu Xuncang took a deep breath and said, "It is the latest. According to the expected plan, there will be no changes unless the innate holy body takes action."

Jiang Huai asked: "Is he a congenital holy body?"

It was obvious that he wasn't really asking, so it could be said that he was just veiledly angry.

Chu Xuncang said: "It's no use for you to question me. Why don't you think about whether the plan needs to be changed."

Jiang Huai frowned and said, "Even if that guy named Chen Mo wins, he can't completely deny the Dark Desolate Incarnation Technique."

Chu Xuncang sighed and said, "I'm talking about the plan for opening up the wasteland. I originally planned to bring the people from Jiusi Ridge over there, but now it seems that we can't ignore Chen Mo's existence."

Jiang Huai nodded slowly: "If that's what you mean, it's true."

Chen Mo chattered to Ding Ling for a full fifteen minutes, and the people around him didn't dare to interrupt.

After learning about the negative effects of the ancient spiritual weapon, the elders including Dean Long were extremely cautious. They personally stood guard and did not allow others to disturb them, for fear that they would accidentally explode the meridians of this newcomer with great potential.

Then the situation became strange again.

Although he won the championship, the greatest credit went to him because he was surrounded by a group of grandmasters and saints, and he couldn't approach anyone else. The audience didn't even know who to cheer for.

Fortunately, the fifteen minutes finally ended. While Chen Mo was dealing with the negative effects, he also gained a lot of experience.

Dean Long held his shoulder and said amiably, "Very good, even more popular than your master was back then."

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment: "You mean Master Kou?"

Dean Long was also stunned for a moment: "No, I mean Cui Jiuling."

"Oh."

Chen Mo laughed dryly. Although Lin Xiangyun did tell him to take Cui Jiuling as his master when he tricked him into going to Qingfeng Mountain, the teaching of so many sword moves had actually been taught by Kou Tianjiang. In his heart, he had always regarded that old man as his real master.

"Chen Mo!"

At this time, the military representative who often appeared with Dean Long squeezed over and said, "Please write down my phone number. If you are free or interested, you can contact me and go to the military headquarters to do some tests if you are willing."

Now is not the time for the big test. Chen Mo is already a member of Qingfeng Mountain, so Dean Long will naturally not poach him, but the military has sent an invitation.

Chen Mo was not very interested in this. He could accept joining the Extraordinary Management Department, a large group company or any other organization to get more resources and just help out occasionally.

But when reporting to the military headquarters, many things would generally be restricted, and he would most likely not contact them, but he still wrote down the phone number.

"Brother Ding, don't forget to treat me to a meal."

Chen Mo left a few words, squeezed out of the crowd, and ran towards the waiting area of ​​his martial arts team.

Only Ding Ling was left standing there in confusion.

"I said let's eat together, I didn't say I'd treat you. Besides, I'm the loser, and you still want me to treat you?!"

Because Chen Mo had to resolve the negative effects, the post-match awards ceremony was postponed. After all, although it was a team competition, he was the protagonist.

In past games, there have been players who have clearly played a core role in the team, but it is rare to see someone dragging the team along like he does.

The camera on the sidelines was taking a series of photos of the Qingfengshan team, mainly Chen Mo in the middle. The audience did not leave for a long time, and many people were discussing the team's performance along the way.

Standing on the podium, Chen Mo felt like he was living a year in a day. After all, he didn't care about vanity, but wanted more substantial rewards. There were three big waves that needed to be harvested, one was the labor in the guessing group, one was the rewards from the martial arts academy, and the other was Yan Jing's personal reward.

In the eyes of most people, Chen Mo and Ding Ling were evenly matched in the match just now, which could be considered a "hard-earned" victory. After a while, perhaps Ding Ling would be able to overtake with the help of his mysterious skills, after all, he still has the spirit body.

But Chen Mo didn't think so. After all, as long as he harvested three waves of rewards, he would probably be able to draw to level 10 from the prize pool. By then, he would equip himself with the innate divine body, and with five brains exploded, he could wipe out the entire Nine Deaths Ridge.

Finally, with passionate music and applause, the award ceremony ended and the results of this competition were announced.

Qingfeng Mountain is ranked first. At that time, the ranking of the martial arts academy will be re-evaluated based on the specific realm levels of the people in the academy and some other comprehensive indicators.

Zhang Shenghu walked among the six team members with a beaming smile on his face: "I knew at that moment that you would definitely win. I wasn't even nervous at all, really. People like me who are extraordinary must be calm and indifferent."

At this time, Wei Xinxin posted a photo in the group.

Zhang Shenghu huddled up in a ball, his face pale, his feet turned inwards, staring at the field, his whole body exuding visible tension.

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"Let's eat first."

"Let's celebrate tonight."

Chen Mo became famous after all.

Even when I go out to eat at night, people often turn their heads on the road and even come up to me to ask for my autograph.

When we sat down, there were still many people in the restaurant glancing at us.

If it was a previous competition, no one would remember anyone in particular. After all, the competition was based on teams, and it would be difficult to remember too many faces.

But this year's competition is too special. Various masters who are far superior to their peers emerge in an endless stream, so several special people, such as Chen Mo, Ran Li, and Ding Ling, are naturally remembered.

Halfway through the meal, Zhang Shenghu suddenly answered a phone call with a serious look on his face.

Even though the table was there, everyone could hear Yan Jing's laughter coming from inside.

Obviously, the dean was very happy because the expected goals were successfully achieved and he called to express his approval.

After dinner, Gan Qianqian had already calculated the final result. Chen Mo guessed the result of the game correctly and received a contribution of 6,000 yuan, but he had to wait until other people went to work for him before he could redeem it.

But he didn't care. He could draw the lottery at any time anyway. The most important thing now was to return to Qingfeng Mountain and claim the rewards that could be issued immediately.

So, after his repeated urging, the team bought tickets for the next afternoon and returned to the martial arts academy.

Here, the team received a warm welcome again. After all, Qingfeng Mountain won, and all the disciples were proud.

Even if we don't talk about abstract things and only talk about actual benefits, if the ranking of the martial arts academy rises, as a transcendent, it will be easier to negotiate the price for taking on commissions.

The better news is that the martial arts academy is very efficient, and the reward arrived two days later.

First of all, there are 4,000 contribution points, which is a reward for getting the first place, which is more than Qi Jingsu had predicted before. After all, no one thought he could win the championship before.

Chen Mo was also called over by Yan Jing on the same day, and of course, a personal reward was issued to him.

Although the victory was achieved by the team, anyone with a clear eye knows who the biggest contributor is, and Chen Mo definitely gained the most.

He walked to the office door and knocked on it, only to see Yan Jing, who had his back to the door, turn around and reveal a sword rack on the cabinet behind him with a dagger on it.

Noticing his gaze, Yan Jing smiled and said, "This is a top-grade spiritual weapon from the Deep Netherworld."

Chen Mo walked over, and for once he didn't smile frivolously, but asked seriously, "Dean Yan, it's not a good idea to just give me such a valuable thing, right?"

Yan Jing frowned.

When did I say I would give it to you?

(End of this chapter)