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Chapter 109 Collect Money! (Tenth update! Please subscribe!)

Could it be that the Nine Spirits Sect and the Beast Controlling Sect jointly killed their disciples?

At this moment, Xiao Jiantian, the elder of the Jujian Sect, was a little crazy. He guessed wildly, and really couldn't believe that his disciple had died.

After all, it was cultivated by the sect with great painstaking efforts, so it is really impossible to explain to the sect if you die in it like this.

Besides Xiao Jiantian, Murong Changqing, the elder of Wuliangzong, was also worried about how to explain to the sect.

It has been many years since their sect had their disciples wiped out.

Now leading the team by himself, there is such a shameful record, I am afraid that returning to the sect will not be a good fruit.

The more they thought about it, the uglier their faces became. They looked around, and suddenly the surroundings were bustling.

The elders of every sect were talking with their disciples, no one paid any attention to what Murong Changqing and Xiao Jiantian were doing.

Seeing the other sects so lively, the two became even angrier, but they didn't speak, instead they were sullen. They looked like black-faced gods, and people could tell they were in a rage.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

At this time, Su Miaoyin, the elder of the Beastmaster Sect, heard laughter. She looked at Chu Chen and the others, and said happily, "I just heard a happy thing."

"whats the matter?"

Tang Ziyou asked curiously, and even Chu Chen and Long San Hongling couldn't help but look over.

"Did you forget?" Su Miaoyin said proudly, and then said: "Before entering the competition venue, you made a bet with Jujianmen, Wuliangzong, and Yaowanggu, and the bet was 10 yuan for low-grade spirits. Shi, looking at the status of the members of the three sects, only one survived, so we must have won."

"Correct!"

Tang Ziyou's eyes suddenly lit up, because he was worried about the lives of Chu Chen and Long San, he almost forgot about the bet.

Now, it's finally time to pay for your debts.

She proudly walked towards the Giant Sword Gate and Wuliangzong. With her tall figure and charming smile, she exuded infinite charm when she walked.

Why did you go to these two sects first?

Yaowanggu still has at least one Liu Miaoshou, who will have some points on him more or less. It is too troublesome to ask for debts from Yaowanggu, compare the scores, etc.

In the two sects of Wuliangzong and Jujianmen, all the disciples fell, and one did not survive!
So the score is zero!

There is no need to compare at all, just lose.

That's what Tang Ziyou thought. When pinching persimmons, it's only right to pick the soft ones.

"Elder Xiao, do you still remember our bet?" She walked over with a charming aroma and a sweet voice.

But at this time Xiao Jiantian is not in the mood to appreciate these things, he is just getting annoyed.

All the disciples of his sect fell, this matter was too bizarre, there was no logic at all, he couldn't figure out why this happened even after thinking about it.

"Betting?"

After Xiao Jiantian heard it, he couldn't help being taken aback, and immediately woke up from the fact that all his disciples were killed in battle.

He clearly remembered this matter, after all, he wanted to trick Tang Ziyou, how could he forget it!
But now it seems that he really shot himself in the foot. Instead of winning the opponent's 10 yuan of low-grade spirit stones, all his disciples fell, lost the bet, and even posted 10 yuan of low-grade spirit stones to the opponent!
"Yes, I lost!"

He didn't renege at all, instead he gritted his teeth and admitted.

Xiao Jiantian wanted to reject the bet, but he couldn't.

This is all my own idea!

Fearing that Tang Ziyou would not admit it after losing the game, he forced all the participants in the gamble to swear by blood.

As long as you swear by a drop of blood, you can't change it, otherwise your cultivation will be backlashed by heaven, and you will stop here for life.

For a mere 10 yuan of low-grade spirit stones, Xiao Jiantian will definitely not do this kind of loss-making business while letting his cultivation stagnate.

"This is a 10 yuan low-grade spirit stone, you put it away!" Xiao Jiantian's heart was dripping with blood, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were red, he took out a storage bag, which happened to contain 10 yuan of low-grade spirit stone, and trembled He started and handed it to Tang Ziyou.

"Then thank you, Elder Xiao, you are really a man of your word, my little girl worships you."

Tang Ziyou laughed like a silver bell, picked up the storage bag, and left.

As for the irony and sarcasm she just said, Xiao Jiantian vomited blood after hearing it, and was so depressed.

Tang Ziyou held the storage bag that Xiao Jiantian gave her with 10 yuan of low-grade spirit stones in his hand, and kept shaking it in his hand, as if he seemed very leisurely, before long, he walked in front of Murong Changqing, the elder of Wuliangzong.

As soon as Murong Changqing saw Tang Ziyou coming, he felt a headache. He naturally knew why Tang Ziyou came here.

But now he is extremely depressed, and he doesn't want to talk to the other party at all.

"Bring it, 10 yuan low-grade spirit stone!"

Tang Ziyou stretched out his hand and said to Murong Changqing.

Murong Changqing, who was thinking about how to explain to the sect, was annoyed for a while, then waved his hand and said, "No!"

"Ok?"

Seeing the other party like this, Tang Ziyou snorted slightly hesitantly, then looked at him and said, "Murong Changqing, you should think about it, whether you will give this 10 yuan low-grade spirit stone, or not!"

These words woke him up like a stick, and Murong Changqing gritted his teeth and took out a storage bag with an extremely ferocious expression. There was no more, no less, exactly 10 yuan of low-grade spirit stones.

"Here you go!"

Murong Changqing was naturally worried that he would be affected by the blood oath, and his cultivation level would not improve from then on. After all, he was only in his 20s, and there was still hope to advance to the Martial Emperor realm in the future.

If you ruined your martial arts career for 10 yuan of low-grade spirit stones, you would be really stupid.

Holding the storage bag given by Wuliangzong Murong Changqing, Tang Ziyou walked more leisurely, her eyes narrowed, and the dimples appeared on her face, making her look particularly radiant.

After walking a few steps, Tang Ziyou came to the organizer of this event, where the Elder of Medicine King Valley, Master Lu, was located.

"Master Lu, it's time to settle the bet between us."

She looked at Divine Doctor Lu with a dark face, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, Elder Lu, it's very good that your sect can come back alive alone, don't be content, look at others who have lost their souls Shi, the lives of the disciples are all at stake, your sect is already much luckier than them!"

"Give!"

Divine doctor Lu also knew that this spirit stone could not be waived, and where the blood oath was placed, he did not dare to break the contract.

But he didn't want to hear Tang Ziyou's bragging words by his side, so he quickly took out the spirit stone and sent her away.

(End of this chapter)