Seeing that Qin Cheng didn't take her seriously at all, Ji Xue was angry. Old man, is this princess so unbearable? She dared to look down on me and had to change her previous opinion. So she bent down and took out herbs from her own ring with beautiful movements. She placed them on the snow, and there were as many as seventeen, not the least, and handed over a pretty good report card.

"Huh..." Qin Cheng couldn't help but wonder. Unexpectedly, an ordinary disciple in the early stage of building a platform not only did not die in the spiritual realm, but also picked so many herbs, but he was not inferior to the disciples of Yunlan Palace. He made him sincerely say: "No, thank you for your hard work."

Ji Xue smiled sweetly, "Thank you for your encouragement from Uncle Master." She turned around and came to the right side, enjoying the men's fiery gaze, and felt very helpful.

At this moment, all the ten disciples on Wanzhou Mountain had handed over the herbs, and the total number was 257, which was quite rich.

After everyone saw it, they also paid attention to the herbs in Fengming Valley. The smart-minded person calculated it very accurately. He quickly found out that there are currently 213 herbs in Fengming Valley. He shook his head and said, "The result is almost out. There is still a disciple in Fengming Valley who has not handed over the herbs. He has to take out more than 44 herbs to win."

As soon as this statement came out, people around couldn't help but talk, "There is so much difference, how can you catch up? It seems that Fengming Valley will definitely lose."

"I guess this little white-faced can take out more than twenty herbs, it's far from it..."

Even the strong men from the seven major sects felt that the dust had settled. Weng Qianling sighed and said, "It's hanging, I'm afraid Brother Qin will lose."

Dongfang Li smiled sinisterly and said, "It seems that Brother Diao is right. There may not be any usefulness for many people. The disciples of Wanzhou Mountain are capable people."

Diao Hande showed joy on his face, and he felt that he had won. He said proudly: "Brother Dongfang has been awarded. It seems that this is fate. I am destined to have an extra grandson, so I am waiting for the famous Lieyun knife to call me my master..."

Qin Cheng was also panicked. He thought that if he lost, he would call the old beast in front of many younger generations. His reputation would be ruined for life. His face turned pale, and sweat beads oozing from his forehead. He wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

A voice like a sound of nature came from the crowd, from the female disciple of the Star Moon Palace, "What's the hurry? There is another disciple in Fengming Valley who didn't show the spirit grass. Maybe he can change the result."

The girl who spoke was beautiful in her face as if a fairy had descended to earth. She was Xing Ling, but she was just a group of female disciples and did not show her face.

Hearing this, everyone looked at this handsome disciple of Fengminggu to see how he showed and whether he could turn the world around.

Qin Cheng's face was ashes and was already in despair, because he knew that the last ordinary disciple was called Pan An, who was relatively weak among the disciples of the spiritual realm in order to build the late stage of the platform. Even if he brought him surprises, he could only have more than twenty herbs. It was useless, and he would definitely lose.

A group of Yunlan Palace disciples were also depressed. It felt uncomfortable to think that Uncle Qin would have to call the vulgar old man later. So what have they become, are they great-grandson?

Of course, there are also sporadic disciples who have hope for Qiu Yu. For example, Ji Xue, the girl, thought to herself, it’s hard to say. The energy of a stinky brat is far beyond what you can imagine, just look at it.

Several other female disciples from Xingyue Palace had a good time with Qiu Yu, and shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Pan, you are the best, let them be surprised."

"Senior Brother Pan, we all support you..."

Many onlookers couldn't help but wonder, and someone said in confusion: "What's going on? Does this kid still have anything to do with Xingyue Palace?"

"I guess he's pretty, and it's fascinating the disciples of the Star Moon Palace."

"He seems to have his surname Pan, what's his name?"

Yu Fengguan looked over with a gloomy gaze, but the beautiful Taoist Yu Xuanzi. She hated Qiu Yu to the core and cursed in her heart, "Dog thief named Pan, wait, sooner or later, I will tear you apart!"

The attention of everyone made Qiu Yu feel uncomfortable. He didn't want to pay attention to everyone, nor did he think about standing up for Lie Yundao. He was so concerned. The old guy was not someone of me. Anyway, he just counted as much as the herbs left in the ring. As for the ones I left, he wouldn't take out any of them.

Qiu Yu came near, bent down slightly and kept taking out herbs from the ring. At the beginning, everyone didn't respond. When they took out more than twenty herbs, they immediately became interested, "Did you see, there are still..."

Lieyun Dao Qin Cheng was also excited. Unexpectedly, there was a dark horse at the end. He clenched his fists, his nails were deeply trapped in the flesh, and he was extremely nervous. He didn't even dare to show his vigor. He murmured in his heart, "Don't stop, then take it out. If you kid can turn me into victory, you will definitely benefit you."

As Qin Cheng expected, Qiu Yu did not stop his hand movements and continued to take out herbs, which surprised the onlookers. Someone said in surprise: "There are thirty plants, and there seems to be still there."

"Boy is very capable, it's not certain who will win..."

Suddenly, Diao Hande's face changed drastically, and he was no longer calm. A murderous gaze flashed in his eyes, wishing he could cut this kid into pieces.

As Qiu Yu took out more and more herbs, the atmosphere around him became more and more tense. Even the super strong men of the seven major sects held their breath, feeling that it was beyond their expectations, and the game became more dramatic.

Another exclaimed, "Ah... there are already forty herbs, and there are still."

Immediately afterwards, Ji Xue said in surprise: "Forty-four plants are already tied..."

Lieyun Dao Qin Cheng was ecstatic and almost burst into tears. He would not lose. God is really eye-catching. It would be great to send such a magical disciple to help me turn defeat into victory.

Seeing Guichao Diao Hande again, he was completely collapsed. He shook his head and said in disbelief: "How is it possible? It's so weird..."

Then the herbs taken out by Qiuyu shocked everyone even more. When two seven-color herbs appeared, a disciple shouted: "What is this? Is it a sixth-level herb?"

"It's getting more and more domineering, and even the colorful divine light is there..."

Next, Qiu Yu took out all the rare sixth-level herbs, which made people even more dazzling. Finally, a gorgeous lotus flower shone with light, and everyone's eyes lit up. Even the super strong men were surprised and widened their eyes and thought to themselves, how could this thing be, is it extremely rare?

Many disciples of the sect looked surprised and inevitably talked, "Oh my God, it turned out to be a red jade and blue lotus!"

"No, I got all the legendary herbs?"

"It's so scary. He...he actually picked forty-nine herbs, a god."

"It's hard to believe how this kid did it."
Chapter completed!