Douluozhi doesn't want to be an assistant Oscar

He didn't care about everyone's dissatisfaction, contempt, and worries.

After hearing this answer, the solemn expressions of Li Wenjiang and the other two men relaxed slightly.

Only Li Wenjiang's expression still showed some dissatisfaction.

Yesterday, Oscar's bluff and bluff really frightened everyone in Wuhun Hall.

However, the calm and calm Li Wenjiang still saw some clues.

Although it was judged that Oscar was most likely a bluff, his own morale had been pushed to the bottom by Oscar's operations.

Even if he stood up at this time and exposed Oscar's tricks.

Others in the team may not join him in fighting Oscar.

In this helpless situation, Li Wenjiang had no choice but to hand over most of the flame seeds to Oscar openly.

In fact, a large amount of flame seeds were hidden secretly.

Although these flame seeds were not enough to support them, they achieved a very good ranking.

But with a night of crazy plundering and a morning of bloody hunting.

Li Wenjiang and the others also gained a lot, and at the same time, they had a glimmer of hope for the championship.

Especially when I saw that the teams that came with Oscar had quite good results.

Because this means that the part of the flame seeds plundered by Oscar was shared equally among the four teams.

The flame seeds in the hands of Oscar's team may not necessarily allow them to win.

Of course, such a conclusion is based on the information he knows.

If only he knew that Oscar had gained a lot this month, and that he had gained a huge amount of flame seeds from a gambling battle with Yuan Wei before they came.

It is estimated that at this moment, their faces have turned into African skin color.

"Haha... It seems that the champion of this Fire Spirit Competition is none other than my Spirit Hall!"

Above the stands, Bishop Lucas looked at the three-foot-high flaming liquid with satisfaction and said with a smile on his face.

For this Fire Spirit Competition, he not only arranged for three families who secretly defected to Wuhun Palace to act as internal agents, but also arranged the strongest lineup for the Wuhun Palace team.

If you can't win this, wouldn't it be the same as having the Tianhu deck of Wang Zha plus four twos in Doudizhu defeated by others?

Hearing Lucas's proud words, all the old men in the stands looked solemn.

As for Heathers, a province covered by imperial power and family power, no one would hope that the power of Wuhundian could rise.

Just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense, the attendant who had quietly left before suddenly returned to Zhang Zhicheng.

But in the blink of an eye, a palm-sized note was thrust into Zhang Zhicheng's hand.

After slightly skimming the contents of the note, Zhang Zhicheng's face first showed a hint of joy, and then was covered up by a hint of sadness.

"Bishop Lucas, there is still a small team whose results have not been released yet."

"Isn't it too early to book No. 1 now?"

After a pause, Zhang Zhicheng calmed down the sadness of the previous second and glanced at Lucas with a calm expression.

Hearing Zhang Zhicheng's tough reply, Lucas seemed a little unimpressed.

In his opinion, his old enemy was just being tough and didn't want to admit defeat.

Without further arguing with him, Lucas waited for the results of the three Oscars with a smile on his face.

He wanted to see what excuses the old man would have after the final results of this team came out.

As Li Wenjiang and the others walked off the platform, everyone around them stopped talking about Wuhun Hall's achievements.

They all focused their gazes on Oscar, and their eyes were full of expectation, as if they were cheering for the dragon-slaying warrior.

In this way, the three Oscars, under the expectation of everyone, walked up to the high platform and arrived in front of the gathering stage.

"Can't you find a bigger 'bowl'?"

Looking at the round vessel, Oscar frowned for no reason. He made a faint muttering sound, which almost made the staff standing nearby who could hear it clearly stagger.

He took out several full bags from the soul guide and barely put them into the vessel.

The young man who was checking the height of the inflammation fluid on the side looked at the exaggeratedly large sac, took a mouthful of saliva, and spoke with some suspicion.

"These...these are...fire seeds?"

There was no way, the amount of flame seeds Oscar took out was...a bit exaggerated.

Gu</span>At least what is certain is that in the past few sessions... this kind of situation has definitely never happened!

"It doesn't matter what I say, the height of the flame liquid later will not lie to others."

Regarding the other party's doubts, Oscar did not deliberately emphasize it. Instead, he spread his hands and shrugged indifferently.

Seeing that the other party was so relaxed and confident, the young man stopped asking any more questions and spoke respectfully.

"Please three of you put your hands into the groove and inject soul power."

After hearing the young man's words, Oscar and Ma Hongjun immediately put their hands into the groove, leaving only Zhu Zhu alone, standing aside awkwardly and smiling bitterly.

"Master...I..."

Seeing the embarrassment on Zhuju's face, Oscar suddenly realized that Zhuju had endless soul power.

"It's okay! I'll take care of it!"

Without blaming the candle, Oscar confidently put his other hand into the groove and comforted the candle.

Then he and Ma Hongjun poured soul power into the groove.

As the soul power of the two people continued to be injected, the Yanjing Liquid Heart Pillar also made a sound, which was louder than before.

The chirping gradually stopped, and the inflammatory liquid in the heart column of Yanjing Liquid surged up quickly like a wild horse running wild.

One foot, two feet, three feet...

Seeing the rising trend of the inflammation fluid without slowing down, the young man next to him who was responsible for testing the height of the inflammation fluid almost dropped his jaw in shock.

The people around him were so frightened by this scene that they looked dumb and made no sound at all.

"I heard from the elders that in previous Fire Spirit Competitions... the best results were only four feet and one foot. This..."

As the flame gradually climbed to a height of five feet, a voice came from the people around the high platform.

Before he finished speaking, the area around the high platform instantly turned into a bustling city, noisy and chaotic.

"Isn't this too strong? Fortunately, this guy is not the first one to come on stage, otherwise we would be too embarrassed to go up."

"I see that the current height of the flame liquid is estimated to be five feet, and it is still rising!!!"

"How many flame seeds did this guy get this month?"

"Hehe, this... I don't know, but what I know is that our Second Young Master Yuan has contributed a lot."

"Second Young Master Yuan seems to be looking at you!"

"I'm sorry! Brother, why didn't you tell me earlier? Run away, run away."

Watching the three figures disappear into the crowd, Yuan Wei clenched his hands, and the deep anger and regret in his eyes were clearly revealed.

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"Mo Yancheng...?"

"Oh, I remembered. Isn't Moyan City the only city on the way to where Emperor Tiandou comes from?"

"But... the head of the Zhu family in Moyan City is just a low-level soul emperor. How is it possible... how is it possible to cultivate such an amazing talent? Gorgeous people?"

Just when the flame liquid had climbed to a height of six feet, an old man in the stands murmured to himself with half surprise and half doubt in his eyes.

"No wonder this guy can easily defeat that boy from the Yuan family and even make the three Soul King players in the Wuhundian team suffer."

Hearing the old man's murmur, Zhang Zhicheng was so excited that he crumpled the note that the attendant quietly sent him just now.

The worry in his eyes before was gone at this moment, leaving only surprise and joy.

The moment he read the note, he had already guessed the true identity of the boy named "Lucian".

However, at that time, Zhang Zhicheng was still pessimistic about whether he could defeat the Wuhundian team.

After all, there is a huge gap between defeating one powerful Soul King and defeating three powerful Soul Kings.

However, now it seems that he still underestimated the young man's strength.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhicheng was filled with joy. Nothing makes him happier than finding something lost.

While he was in a happy mood, his peripheral vision could not help but stay on Lucas's face.

At this time, Bishop Lucas no longer had the joy on his face. Instead, there were black lines on his forehead.

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