Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

"I'm fine." The pretty-faced scholar cupped his hands, feeling a little ashamed: "It's just... I'm just a little weak in the legs."

"Two kind-hearted people, please leave first. I'll just wait for a while. When the assessment is over, I'll treat you two as guests and show off my feelings."

Rong Shu nodded: "Okay, let's go first."

"Good Samaritans walk slowly~"

The white-faced scholar waved to Rong Shu and the two people who were leaving.

Seeing the two people leaving in the flying spirit ship, and not even a shadow could be seen, the white-faced scholar's smile faded, and he took out a storage bag from the left cuff with his right hand.

"Tsk tsk!"

The little white-faced scholar's legs are no longer soft now, and he can't breathe anymore when he speaks: "Little girl, you should teach me a lesson. You were soft-hearted to your competitors during the assessment... I haven't taken away your own token yet! You can do it afterwards You have to thank me..."

The storage bag in the hands of the pretty boy was the storage bag containing the token that Rong Shu had just unnoticed.

Assessment regulations stipulate that all storage bags where candidates keep their tokens must not have divine marks.

Otherwise, other candidates will not be able to open the storage bag with the imprint of divine consciousness. It is possible that some candidates who lost the fight will not give the token if they are cheating.

After sighing a few words, the pretty-faced scholar poured out the contents of the storage bag with excitement on his face.

But who knows, there is only an iron ball the size of an egg and a formation disk.

As soon as the iron ball hit the ground, the densely packed tiny holes on the surface of the ball immediately spurted out a stream of hot powder. The white-faced scholar couldn't touch it and was completely covered in it.

"Ahem...what the hell? Chili powder!!"

The next second, the ordinary array plate lit up with a white light.

A formation cage as tall as a normal adult man is used as a hood over a white-faced scholar!

"Gan! What is this??!!"

The little white-faced scholar was stunned, and quickly realized that he had been tricked.

Just when the little white-faced scholar was getting angry, Rong Shu and Rong Yan came back again, looking down at the little pretty-faced scholar who was locked in the cage in a condescending manner.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Rong Shu said with a smile: "When you go out, haven't your elders in the family told you not to take things from strangers?"

The little white-faced scholar pointed tremblingly at Rong Shu, unable to hold back a word, "You..."

The white-faced scholar wanted to destroy this formation, but his expression changed slightly in the next second.

Because he found that he seemed to be unable to use his spiritual energy.

...could it be that there were some 'gadgets' in the chili powder just now? ?

After Rong Shu landed, he moved closer to the cage, as if he was sizing up some rare animal: "If it hadn't been for the formation triggering a warning, I wouldn't have noticed that the storage bag was missing."

With a slight hook of Rong Shu's index finger, all the storage bags on the little white-faced scholar flew out and fell into Rong Shu's hands.

"Did you collect the tokens because of this method?"

Seeing that the matter was exposed, the pretty-faced scholar stopped pretending and said with a sad face: "People who come from Mingzhan Mountain are really not easy to deceive."

Rong Shu was a little surprised: "Do you know that I am a disciple of Mingzhan Mountain?"

She didn't reveal her identity, right?

Unless I went to investigate her specifically...

The little white-faced scholar looked like he was "broken" and sighed: "Your name is Rong Shu. You just came to Zhongzhou and you have been practicing at Zhanming Mountain. You rarely go down the mountain. Maybe you don't know... Oh no, I should. It’s because they didn’t correctly understand the status of Mingzhan Mountain in Zhongzhou.”

"Zhanming Mountain is a mysterious and magical existence. The outside world only knows that there are five disciples in Zhanming Mountain. So far, there are three disciples who have emerged from the mountain. All of them are unparalleled in the world and surpass the current generation..."

While the white-faced scholar was talking, Rong Shu found the storage bag without the divine mark among all the white-faced scholar's storage bags, and began to count the tokens inside without any scruples.

Little white-faced scholar:?

"You go on, don't worry about me." Realizing that the white-faced scholar was silent, Rong Shu kindly threw the remaining storage bags back into the cage.

The white-faced scholar took a deep breath and continued:

"The first one, the eldest disciple Leng Mingjing, when the Luanxing Secret Realm was opened eight hundred years ago, in full view of everyone, he set up a formation in front of the Luanxing Canyon at the entrance of the secret realm. With the Golden Core Stage cultivation level, he invited monks from all over the world to break the formation, regardless of cultivation. Because, regardless of origin, only those who break the formation can enter the secret realm, and those who fail can only be rejected from the secret realm."

"This move is undoubtedly against all the monks who want to enter the secret realm of chaotic stars. But I never expected that half a year later, no monk below the Void Refining Stage could break the formation. In the end, it was the four deans who came forward to persuade them. Leng Mingjing releases the formation."

"The second one, Third Disciple Wu Hua, is the second monster in Zhongzhou who has resonated with the Ten Thousand Immortal Sword Tombs in the past ten thousand years. He came out of the mountain for the first time and traveled most of Zhongzhou with his golden elixir level cultivation, challenging all kinds of genius swords along the way. Xiu, from the sect family to the casual cultivator, has achieved an astonishing record of thousands of battles and thousands of victories."

"The third one, the fourth disciple Xiao Zian, was already a well-known alchemy genius and cultivation genius before he entered Mingzhan Mountain. Later, when he appeared in front of others, he was already a seventh-grade alchemist, beating the youngest seventh-grade alchemist in Zhongzhou. The record of the alchemist was also identified as the future head of the Xiao family, one of the eight aristocratic families."

"Wow, senior brothers are so awesome." Rong Shu said in a perfunctory tone. She just finished counting the tokens, there were thirty-five tokens in total.

Naturally, Rong Shu knew all these deeds of the senior brothers.

It was either because she was curious or because the fourth senior brother was always bragging in her ears about how powerful and romantic he was, so Rong Shu casually asked where the other senior brothers and sisters were. Then... I knew everything.

Seeing that Rong Shu didn't seem to hear the hint in his words and was so eager to snatch the token from his hand, the pretty-faced scholar was a little annoyed.

"Don't be too happy too early. Joining Mingzhan Mountain may not be a good thing."

Rong Shu put the token away and threw the empty storage bag back to the pretty boy: "Huh? Isn't that a good thing?"