My script is a supporting role

For a moment, there was complete silence in Fenglei Hall.

Many people can't help but come up with a weird idea at the same time.

"If you eat that goat's milk, you can become like this."

Then can we...

After all, all of you here are practicing disciples. Whose goal is not to become stronger?

Mo Chen raised his eyebrows lightly.

If you think so, you are right.

"Mo Chen, what kind of sheep are you raising?" Someone finally couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and asked Mo Chen.

What kind of sheep can have such an effect?

It is even more powerful than the spirit beast raised by the Beast Control Sect.

"Actually, from my observation, there doesn't seem to be anything special about this sheep."

Mo Chen made up nonsense at will, anyway, people will believe everything they say now.

"But the one who sold me this sheep was an old man. At that time, many people bought his sheep, but he didn't sell them."

"He said that this sheep is only sold to those who are destined."

"At that time, the old man immediately took a fancy to me in the crowd. He was handsome and handsome, with strange bones. At first glance, he was like a dragon and a phoenix. He shouted three times as a genius, and gave me the sheep directly."

Mo Chen's face was as thick as ever, and he seized the opportunity to boast.

It sounds like this is not true, but at this time, no one is interested in picking on him.

On the other hand, Luo Qier's teeth were itchy when she heard it, and the sliver of affection she had just had disappeared, and she snorted coldly.

"shameless!"

Mo Chen's eyes swept over her, but he saw Zhong Xiaowan biting the corner of her lips and smiling slightly, and Lin Jin beside her with a dark face.

Bad old man, your script has been rewritten.

From now on, I want to live out my own script.

Looking at the crowd around with a smile, Mo Chen raised his hand and said, "I can't enjoy such a good thing for myself. If it can help everyone's cultivation, I am willing to share it with you."

"If anyone is interested in my 'goat milk' from Lieyang Peak, you can find me in private. It's definitely a friendly price, and there is no deception."

"I didn't do this to make money, but to make the sect flourish."

After a pause, Mo Chen said again: "But because it's the first time I have encountered such a magical thing, I don't know if it is useful for everyone."

"Everyone should weigh it for themselves first. If you think you are more handsome and talented, you can give it a try."

"It's okay to be ugly, it probably won't work for you."

The crowd suddenly burst into laughter again.

ugly?

Who said?

Everyone looked to the left and right with critical eyes, and they all saw the confidence in each other's eyes.

In this world, besides Mr. Wushuang, who can be more handsome than me?

Mo Chen stood upright with his hands behind his back, laughing so hard that he was about to die.

What was supposed to be an embarrassing meeting for group ridicule was turned into a successful goat milk marketing meeting by himself.

Lieyang Peak, it seems that it is going to be lively.

It's just that the dozen or so big rams are pitiful.

In the days to come, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult.

Alas, add more good fodder and make up for it.

At this time, an elder in black long clothes walked into Fenglei Hall, saw the big hole on the ground at a glance, frowned and said sharply: "Who told you to mess around here? This is Fenglei Hall, not Yanwu Stage."

Seeing Mo Chen and Luo Lie who were standing by the pit at a glance, their eyes went around Mo Chen and landed on Luo Lie.

"Luo Lie, even if you have improved recently and want to show off in front of your classmates, at least you should change the place and quickly fill the ground for me."

However, Luo Lie recognized this elder, it was Zhao Fengjie, the Moyi deacon of the Elder's House, and said a little tongue-tied: "Elder Zhao, I didn't make this pit."

"You didn't do it?"

Zhao Fengjie glared at Luo Lie, and followed the crowd to look around.

"Who made that? Stand up yourself."

The surrounding crowd shook their heads in unison.

Zhao Fengjie said angrily: "My disciples of the Qingli Sect, dare not admit it even if they dare to do it?"

The crowd shook their heads again, and pointed their fingers at a person in unison.

Mo dust.

Elder Moyi was furious, "You don't dare to admit it yourself, and you dare to take the blame on your fellow apprentices, do you have any responsibility?"

"After many years of practicing in the sect, have you learned to evade responsibility and push the blame away?"

Everyone still pointed at Mo Chen.

"Elder Zhao, this was really done by Mo Chen."

Mo Chen also hurriedly responded: "Elder Zhao, I made this, I filled the hole right away, and I will fill it up with green bricks later."

Zhao Fengjie glanced at Mo Chen, and a big ram suddenly appeared in his mind, bleating, and a young man was trying to squeeze something under it.

Zhao Fengjie's complexion became strange all of a sudden, he quickly stopped his mind, waved his hands and said, "Don't meddle along."

Chapter 47 Curative effect depends on fate

Zhao Fengjie shouted at the crowd again: "I'll say it one last time, whoever did it, stand up."

Mo Chen sighed.

It seems that if you don't show your hand anymore, the elders won't believe it.

Let it go, let's push another wave of secondary marketing to increase the overall effect.

He waved his hand at the crowd, "Please move up a bit."

The crowd backed away with a bang, leaving a space three feet long and wide.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Fengjie frowned, unable to understand the actions of these sect disciples today.

Mo Chen rolled up his sleeves, raised his fist and slammed it down again.

boom.

The gravel flew, and another big pit of the same size appeared on the ground.

This time, the crowd of onlookers was ready. When Mo Chen swung his fist, a vitality wall had already been set up in the crowd, and even if the debris flew around, it would not affect them in the slightest.

But Elder Zhao Fengjie was a little confused.

He was standing next to Mo Chen. After this moment, gravel and dust flew all over the sky, and was blocked by the heartless vitality wall of a group of disciples who only cared about themselves and didn't care about their elders. They couldn't even escape. They all flew down, making him ashamed.

Mo Chen stood by the pit, his whole body vigor was like the wind, blowing away the oncoming smoke and dust, with a calm expression on his face.

"Elder, I really did this."

Zhao Fengjie waved his hand to force the dust away, looked at Mo Chen, and then at the newly appeared big pit, dumbfounded for a moment.

He really wanted to believe it, but the reality didn't allow it.

"Mo Chen, you, when did you have such ability?"

Isn't this guy Yuanxiu who is only at the entrainment state?

Mo Chen showed a sincere and warm smile that is harmless to humans and animals, "It's very simple, drink more 'goat milk' from Lieyang Peak, and your body will naturally become stronger."

"Many senior brothers here are already planning to order my goat milk from Lieyang Peak."

"Elder Zhao, do you want to come too?"

Zhao Fengjie's eyes suddenly opened wide.

Goat milk?

Now almost everyone in the Qingli Sect knew what the word 'goat's milk' associated with Mo Chen meant.

The same goes for Zhao Fengjie.

Eat, eat that thing, can you become stronger?

Anyone else want to pre-order that thing?

Are you sure you're not joking?

Or are you purposely entertaining me early in the morning?

But looking at the surrounding disciples, no one refuted in full view.

There was even a very eager light in some people's eyes.

This, what's going on?

Does Mo Chen's goat really have such a miraculous effect?

Looking at the hole in the ground, and at the confident Mo Chen, Zhao Fengjie was speechless for a moment.

"You, I'll talk about that goat's milk later, now hurry up and fill the hole on the ground."

Zhao Fengjie threw out a word and walked to the front in surprise.

Right now there is still something to be arranged about Tongluoshan.

For Mo Chen, come down and talk.

Although the pit on the ground is big, the people gathered here are all disciples of sects who have cultivated themselves.

A group of people stretched out their hands and filled the hole with three times, five divisions and two divisions.

Only those broken blue bricks can't be recovered for the time being, and there is no suitable material right now, so we will talk about it later.

When filling the hole, many sect disciples approached Mo Chen secretly, asking him for the price in a low voice.

Even Luo Lie, who came out to play tricks on him earlier, had a embarrassed face, apologizing to him while asking if there was any stock left.

Mo Chen held back a smile, while showing them that "milking" was not easy, while expressing that he would do his best.

But he also emphasized that although this thing is good, it is definitely the best for strengthening the body, but so far, only I have used it. As for the effect of using it on others, I dare not guarantee too much.

In short, as the old man said to himself, it depends on fate.

Mo Chen thought very clearly that misappropriation of money is one thing, and he cannot take the blame.

Now that the advertising effect has been achieved, the next step is to leave some foreshadowing for the future.

In short, if it doesn't work, it's because your own physique is not suitable, and it has nothing to do with me.

If it really works...it means that you are really talented...Brother gave you a knee to express your admiration.

The inquirers nodded repeatedly after hearing this, expressing their clear understanding.

It's nothing to worry about.

Although Mo Chen's talent is good, after all, he hasn't reached the point of being as terrifying as Mr. Wushuang.

With Mo Chen as a reference point, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion by simply weighing and comparing the talents, cultivation bases, and progress of the two parties.

Even though I'm not as talented as Mo Chen, I'm still not that bad after all.

He can increase by ten points, and he can make a discount on his side, and increase by seven or eight tenths, which is quite good.

No matter how bad it is, it is completely acceptable to increase by half.

The sect disciples who received an affirmative answer went away full of hope and joy.

The female cultivators in the lobby had different expressions.