Chapter 760

Because of this, the owner of the tobacco Pavilion is so conceited that ziqianmo is not good at soul power, and the trial of hero tower will not be able to climb several floors.

"What if she could?" Mo Yan asked, a pair of Dark Phoenix eyes, blade like sharp sweep to the smoke Pavilion owner.

"If she can, I'll pay you a million silver. How about that?" The owner of the smoke Pavilion smiles darkly, "but if she can't, you have to pay me a million silver."

Seeing that rilunge made so much money in the first link of Dabie, he was not happy for a long time.

How can you feel comfortable if you don't take the opportunity to blackmail?

"OK, it's a deal."

Mo Yan is not flustered, nodded to agree.

One million silver.

sure.

Bet for her.

In the eyes of the master of the smoke Pavilion, there was a touch of greed: "master of the ink Pavilion, you can't go back."

"I should say that." Mo Yan did not give up.

It is not the point who is suitable.

The point is, who will win if two people support each other.

One million silver.

Even for Mo Yan, the president of Tianyan chamber of Commerce, it is also a wealth worthy of attention.

The third day.

The second part of the competition, hero tower trial, opened.

The second link is in the form of the Liuge team.

Five full-time players, three substitutes, all have to compete.

Enter the hero tower and challenge.

The hero tower is set up in the main hall.

It's not far from the conference venue.

All of you, move to the hero tower. The audience naturally followed and flocked to the past.

Responsible for guarding the hero tower is a wrinkled and haggard old man. He doesn't look like a living man at all. He is covered with bandages and a gray robe. Instead, he looks more like a walking corpse.

"Sixth martial uncle."

President Yu respectfully saluted the tower keeper with a very devout attitude.

Obviously, they regard each other as real elders.

The haggard old man, who was called sixth martial uncle, had dry eyes, and was gray, as if he had been covered with a layer of white. He glanced at Dean Yu, and the voice overflowed from his voice, as if he had cut the vocal cord with a saw, hoarse and old: "Yingfeng, you are fat again."

President Yu: "I'm not sure."

As soon as he came up, he stabbed him in the heart with a knife. As always, sixth martial uncle would bury people.

"I'm not fat, it's the shape of a happy life." President Yu forced a wave of sophistry.

Cough——

He wants face, too. OK.

There are so many young people standing behind him, and there are so many double disciples of Xuanwu academy looking at him. He still needs to maintain the tall and heroic image of the Dean a little bit Yes.

"This year's Liuge Dabi will bring a group of rubbish."

The sixth martial uncle looked contemptuous, obviously thinking of his unhappy past.

At the same time, a pair of blank eyes, which seemed to be blind but actually had no vision problems, were swept on the bodies of 48 contestants from six teams in six pavilions.

That look is unspeakable disgust.

The more you look at it, the more you dislike it.

The six teams of the six pavilions are standing in the order of the last ranking of the six pavilions.

Standing at the top of the line, of course, is the team of treasure Pavilion, led by Yan Ruo Meng, Xiao Du, Feng Wu Jing, the rest of his life, a total of eight people.