Dark Beast Summoner

Long Mo was deeply jealous. His woman only saw her son, without him, and worried that he would steal his son and leave.

If he wants to rob, he is also robbing his own woman. What's the use of just robbing a son to go back.

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

He leaned closer to her ear and said:

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

Mu Wushuang was a little surprised, and she was fully prepared. Even if the two people who instigated the eight-liu sect to target her, she was not afraid, but she did not expect to be solved by him.

I just don't know what method he used to make the two people who came here so arrogantly go back.

Moreover, she was very curious, the Light Sect is a first-class sect, so people like Yun Wan'er and Ma Wenhao have not seen Long Moshen's face? Otherwise, how come they were not recognized when they met?

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

Maybe that's the reason?

She thought thoughtfully.

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

Mu Wushuang felt his cheeks get hot, and his words, his ambiguous distance and his deep gaze, made his face blush.

"I'm leaving."

She left quickly, and if she stayed any longer, she felt like her heart would be pounding.

Strange, why is she always unable to control her heartbeat when facing him?

Could it be that even if she lost her previous memory, she would be tempted by this man again?

This feeling is really strange and exciting.

Long Mo looked at the back of the little woman who was fleeing, the corners of his mouth slowly twitched, and his eyes shone brightly like a gem, attracting countless women to look sideways, with a look of surprise in their eyes.

Xiaoxuanxi hugged his father's neck tightly, hum, my mother and I are my father's father, you are not allowed to watch!

The competition of the Eight Streams Sect was still presided over by Elder Changdong. Hearing him loudly announce the rules of this competition, countless people in the audience were greatly surprised.

It turned out that the competition of the eight sects required each sect to send two of the most powerful disciples to participate in the competition. Just like the form of the ring battle, it was divided into ten rings.

In ten arenas, there are ten champions.

Everyone can go up to challenge the champion, and if they fail, they will be eliminated. If they succeed, they will become the champion and accept the challenges 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 arena competition is that no one is willing to go up first, because the earlier one goes up, the more challenges the person has to accept. So the more in front, the more at a loss.

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

Therefore, as soon as the elders of Changdong announced the rules, they complained bitterly, that no one likes this kind of game unless they play at the end.

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

Elder Changdong said solemnly.

It 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 Qingyun Sword Sect did not need to choose, the other disciples all looked at Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang.

"Then go and sit at the headmaster first."

Mu Wushuang said to the others.

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

"Senior Brother Cang, you must draw to the bottom of the ranking!"

"Defeat them and win the top three! Senior Sister Cang Senior Brother! You can do it!"

The lovely junior brothers cheered them on.

Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang both smiled, the lottery was a matter of luck, and if they were the first in the lottery, there was nothing they could do.

Watching the younger brothers leave, Mu Wushuang and Cang Yang headed to the place where the lottery was drawn.

There were three places to draw lots, but there were long queues. When it was Mu Wushuang's turn, the person in front suddenly burst into tears: "Mother, why did I draw number two!"

Others cast sympathetic glances at him, tsk tsk, the second one to play, this is too pitiful!

"Don't disturb the order, make loud noises, or you will be dragged down!"

A middle-aged man in charge of drawing lots said sharply.

The person who drew No. 2 didn't dare to cry anymore. He took his No. 2 ticket and gave up the place with a decadent face.

Mu Wushuang stepped forward and took one.

At this time, she found that many people were looking at the lottery in her hand, and she probably wanted to know what number she had.

She also became famous in the first battle. Not only the disciples of the Jiuliu sect knew her, but even the disciples of the Eighth sect knew her, and regarded her as a strong enemy.

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

I heard that Elder Changdong admired her very much and invited her to join the Light God Sect. I wonder if she would be given special treatment and let her draw the last number, then she would be a great threat.

Mu Wushuang turned over the lottery, and there was a big "one" on it that was very conspicuous, red and big.

"puff!"

Suddenly someone burst out laughing, and everyone else burst into laughter!

"Hahahaha she took the first place!"

"The first one to go! This is too unfortunate!"

"Actually, the first one is even worse than me!" The disciple who took the number two said, as if he felt a little better, but he still frowned.

Because there is no difference between the first and the second!

To be precise, there is no difference between the first and tenth! Because there are ten arenas! The top ten people drawn in the front are all champions!

Seeing that Mu Wushuang took the first place, many people laughed happily, this big and powerful enemy, the first to go up, I am afraid that he can hold up to ten people at most, and when he is exhausted, he will be eliminated directly!

This is equivalent to missing a formidable enemy!

No wonder so many people laughed so brightly.

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

"Hahaha, congratulations to your Qingyun Sword Sect, you have occupied two of the ten champions!"

"My mother, do you want to laugh at me for inheriting my spirit stone?"

"I laughed so hard! One first, one tenth, there are ten arenas in total, you guys are too amazing!"

"Laughing piss! Hahaha!"

Cang Yang's face was a little ugly. He originally wanted to draw a good lottery in exchange for the big sister, but he didn't expect that he also drew a bad lottery.

"Junior brother, don't worry, I'll give you a bottle of elixir to make sure you can last until the end."

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

"Hehe, are you kidding me?"

"Cut! I deceive myself! How can there be such a medicine in the world?"