The correct way to slap the face quickly

The martial arts conference finally started under the spotlight, and all the martial arts sects were present. It can be seen that the charm of this Ten Thousand Ren Dao cannot be underestimated.

Mo Ran didn't want to attract too much attention, so the head of the Bronze Sect complied with her wishes and arranged her seat among the juniors, so that she was not conspicuous.

After a very long opening remarks, the leader of the Bronze Sect finally stated the key points of this martial arts conference.

"Everyone must know the tragedy of Longjiabao. Fortunately, the Wan Ren Dao was not obtained by the bad guys. This martial arts conference is held to help find a new guardian for the Wan Ren Dao!"

After he said this, a burst of cheers erupted, which showed how much everyone was looking forward to Wan Ren Dao.

The leader of the Bronze Sect pressed his hands to stop the deafening cheers, and then continued: "So this martial arts conference will hold a competition after lunch. The winner of this competition will become the new member of Wan Ren Dao. Owner!"

"The Ten Thousand Ren Dao! The Ten Thousand Ren Dao!" There was a roar below. The leader of the Bronze Sect was very satisfied that the Ten Thousand Ren Dao had aroused everyone's enthusiasm. It seemed that the afternoon competition was worth looking forward to.

At noon, Mo Ran was sitting among the juniors, eating. She suddenly raised her lips because she saw Ling Xiao coming to her side with a wine bottle.

"It's finally here. I wonder if this pot of wine is laced with Hedinghong. If you drink it, you will burp immediately." Mo Qi said softly in Mo Ran's sea of ​​consciousness.

The smile on Mo Ran's lips did not stop and he said: "Your suggestion is good. I can give you a try on Hedinghong later to train your ability to resist poison!"

"When I didn't say it!"

Ling Xiao watched Mo Ran smile at him, and sneered in his heart, laugh, laugh, you will cry later.

Ling Xiao walked up to Mo Ran, poured a glass of wine for Mo Ran, and then said with a smile: "Miss Mo Ran, I have been having some misunderstandings with Miss Mo Ran these days. Ling came here to apologize to you. I hope Miss Mo Ran will give you a favor. Drink it." This glass of wine.”

Mo Ran smiled and looked at the wine glass handed over by Ling Xiao. She knew there was poison in it, but she still took it, drank it down, and said with a smile: "Young Master Ling, you're welcome."

When Ling Xiao saw Mo Ran being so generous, he drank the glass of wine, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Thank you, Miss Mo Ran, for your help."

In fact, as soon as the poison in this glass of wine entered Mo Ran's body, it was turned into powder by the power of faith from all directions. It had no effect at all, but this just gave Mo Ran an excuse to openly let loose.

Ling Xiao returned to the main table and exchanged a look with Wuyou who had been looking at him. Wuyou knew that Ling Xiao had succeeded. Although she felt that it was not good to do this, she thought that there was only today. After today, she would help Once Mo Ran is untied, he can feel at ease.

The guests and hosts enjoyed the meal, and the afternoon competition finally began.

Those participating in the martial arts competition are all the younger generation in the martial arts, so there are all kinds of tricks below, and Mo Ran is the last one because of his extremely high martial arts skills. In order to prevent other people from putting their lives in danger, Mo Ran is arranged.

There was no doubt that Wuyou won the previous competition with a huge advantage. Everyone said that the Saint was indeed the most proud disciple of the Lord of the Shangqing Palace, and she was indeed extremely talented.

No matter how others praise, what is due will come. Soon it was Wuyou and Mo Ran's turn to compete. Mo Ran walked slowly to the stage and smiled at Wuyou first. Wuyou always felt that she was guilty because of her guilty conscience. There was a hint of sarcasm in this smile.

The most anticipated battle of the century had not yet started. Mo Ran raised his hand to the stage and said: "There is no need to fight, I admit defeat."

This sentence shocked everyone for a moment. Why should Mo Ran admit defeat with such a perverted force?

The leader of the Bronze Sect stood up and asked, "I wonder why Miss Mo Ran has to admit defeat?"

Mo Ran shrugged and looked at Ling Xiao and said, "I ate something unclean before and I feel uncomfortable, so it's not suitable for martial arts competition."

Mo Ran's words were very pointed. Except for the glass of wine that Ling Xiaojing gave her, Mo Ran ate just like everyone else. Now that she said this, the problem must have been with that glass of wine.

Everyone followed Mo Ran's gaze and looked at Ling Xiao. They were all in the martial arts world. Although their hands were usually stained with blood, they still despised the secret drugging.

The head of the Bronze Sect probably guessed the reason, but since Mo Ran didn't say Ling Xiao's name, he had no way to pursue it, so he could only say: "Since Miss Mo Ran admits defeat, the final winner of this competition will be the Saint. No worries!"

Wuyou looked at Ling Xiao, who was also looking at her in the stands, and smiled. They finally got the knife, and their future will soon be in my hands.

The following process of the conference is that the leader of the Bronze Sect hands over the Wanren Dao to Wuyou, and the entire martial arts conference is concluded successfully.

When Wuyou looked at the head of the Bronze Sect holding the box of Wanren Knife slowly walking towards him, it was as if he saw a bright future for her and Ling Xiao, but he didn't know that the Wanren Knife in this box had already been It was broken by Mo Ran. After changing the secret book, Mo Qi repaired the knife conscientiously.

Ling Xiao watched Wuyou take the knife box, slowly took out the Wanren Dao from the knife box, and raised it gently. There were cheers from below. Although he couldn't get the Wanren Dao, he could block the Wanren Dao. The true appearance of the knife is also good.

The martial arts conference slowly ended amidst people's cheers. Wuyou handed the knife box to her companions in the Shangqing Palace, but she chose to go back with the Lingjian Sect.

Because of the disappearance of the third elder, Ling Jian Sect was temporarily freed from suspicion and did not need to stay here, so Ling Jian Sect Ling Aotian also went back with a group of Ling Jian Sect people.

Mo Ran stood on the city wall and watched Wuyou riding in the Lingjian sect's team, chatting and laughing with Ling Xiao. A smile appeared on her lips. Wuyou still didn't help her get rid of the poison in the end. I don't know if it was due to a sudden change. Be aware that there are still people inciting you behind the scenes.

Mo Qi stood next to Mo Ran and said, "What's next? Where are we going?"

Mo Ran turned to look at Mo Qi and said, "Of course we are going back to Nether Palace. You forgot that I have another task to do. We don't need to worry about the male and female protagonists for the time being."

"Actually, I'm still looking forward to Ling Xiao and Wuyou's expressions when they see what's in the knife." Mo Qi said with some regret.

Mo Ran curled up his lips and said, "It's nothing more than anger. The thing you've worked so hard to get is actually a pile of waste paper. No one will be happy."

"Let's go back. When we get back, we have to explain to that arrogant brother why he didn't get the Ten Thousand Ren Dao this time." Mo Ran waved his hand, jumped off the city wall neatly, and walked towards the Netherworld Palace.

"I said you should wait for me!" Mo Qi shouted and followed quickly.