Yang Shu and others who supported Mo Liancheng secretly called Sima Zhong shameless.

In this case, if there is a blood coagulation pill recipe, it is not easy to find a pill recipe like a blood coagulation pill.

Mo Liancheng smiled and said frankly: "I don't have a blood coagulation pill...I only have a reply pill."

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The audience was speechless. This kid is such a bastard, he is just playing with everyone.

It was simply asked by Sima Zhong. If you want to admit defeat, just turn it straight and have to change this trick. Then, the game that everyone was looking forward to was very disappointed, and even gave Mo Liancheng countless contempt.

Because the conference started for so many days, it was basically just the norm. Mo Liancheng suddenly proposed a special one, which aroused some expectations. But this kid was just playing tricks on everyone.

If you lose, is it necessary to compete?

At this time, Sima Zhong didn't seem to want to take advantage of Mo Liancheng and said seriously: "Rong Tian, ​​the game is not a joke. You are like this...it makes people feel that you lost to me on purpose."

"Please rest assured, Lord Tower Master, I think... I can win one hundred percent."

"laugh!"

Suddenly, countless sneers around him.

Everyone thinks Mo Liancheng is crazy and crazy.

I guess I have been with the old madman for a long time and have become a little madman! So many people looked at the old madman with a tacit understanding, which made the old madman glaring back.

The only old madman in the audience knew what Mo Liancheng was doing. He almost rubbed his palms back and forth excitedly, looking forward to Sima Zhong's embarrassment. There was no reason, because only the old madman knew that Mo Liancheng's seemingly defeated situation would have been a sure win! If the game hadn't started yet, the old madman would have laughed happily.

Mo Liancheng ignored the people around him and began to put out spiritual medicines from the storage ring, all of which were first-grade spiritual medicines used to refine the recovery pills, but the amount of spiritual medicines was several times higher than that of refining a pill.

Sima Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't understand what Mo Liancheng wanted to do? Could it be that he wanted to refine a few?

The old man Lu, who was hosting, was also interested. Is this kid planning to fail twice more?

There are more than two people on the stage who have this kind of idea, but there are a bunch of people off the stage.

"Boy Rong Tian, ​​if you don't understand the game, just get out. Don't you know that the game is not won by number? Haha!..." Someone suddenly shouted in the audience, and this was clearly a joke.

Suddenly, after hearing this sentence, the people around him couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, Old Man Lu's squinting eyes flashed, suddenly raised his hand, and swung it in the air, and saw a strong wind. The alchemist who was yelling in the crowd just now screamed and fell down suddenly. When the man got up, his left face was already red and swollen, and his mouth was covered in blood and several of his teeth fell.

In an instant, many people looked at Old Man Lu in awe.

No one dares to make fun of Mo Liancheng anymore.

Old man Lu slowly said: "The sacred game cannot be allowed to be such noise."

"..." The audience was silent, and even the audience members dared not say much.
Chapter completed!