Chapter 370: What a Big Deal (33)

In the illusion, two groups of people gathered in the dark alley, looking at the people opposite with unkind expressions.

Although both parties were only in Qi training, because they were in physical training, they looked big and round, with plenty of Qi and blood in their bodies. Just standing there was quite impressive.

Seeing the illusion, Mo Weichen finally felt a little happier.

He is not bloodthirsty, he is not very fond of women, and he is not fond of delicious food.

His only interest is admiring the human body, especially the muscular body, and he can eat three bowls of rice every time he sees it.

Moreover, he liked the battles between physical cultivators even more. Every day in the city, he would have people record the battles with weapons, and never miss a beat.

Looking at the illusion, he commented one by one: "This person has a typical fat bag. Although he looks bloated, his inner strength is very strong and he is a good player."

"This guy's training is a bit wrong, but he has great talent. Although his approach is wrong, he just makes up for it with his talent, so it's pretty good."

"This is the best! His talent is excellent, and his training methods are no problem. I want all his information, and I want it now!"

Pausing the illusion, he reviewed everyone who participated in the battle, as if a diner was appreciating the dishes to add something to his spirit.

After finishing the review, he continued to play the illusion and said expectantly: "Okay, then I want to see them bleed into rivers!"

Before the war begins, there is a customary exchange of swear words. Although this process may seem boring, all kinds of swear words are also a part of the fight and must be appreciated.

Moreover, foul language can also increase each other's anger, making subsequent weapon fights more exciting.

After finally finishing the swearing, the previously suppressed excitement finally reached the moment of explosion, making Mo Weichen's breathing quicken.

The leader of the small sect was finally the first to walk out. The energy and blood in his body continued to expand, making him three points taller.

His opponent was not to be outdone. His muscles continued to bulge, making him 30% larger in an instant. His whole body looked like a cooked crab, and his skin was glowing red like blood.

"Coming, coming, coming!"

Mo Weichen looked at both sides excitedly, and was about to shout for support when he saw a leader taking out a bamboo slip.

Seeing the bamboo slips, Mo Weichen felt something bad.

It's time to fight with weapons. What are you doing with the bamboo slips?

I beg you, fight!

Make a fist, and then violently open the opponent's face until one side is bloody and bloody!

But the subsequent development exceeded Mo Weichen's expectations.

Seeing his opponent taking out the bamboo slips, the bloody man opposite also sneered, took out his own bamboo slips, and then said loudly: "My "Zongmen Great Monk" has reached the peak of foundation building, with a current winning rate of 85%, magical powers, ghost cries, and gods howling. Shocking, why are you fighting me?"

"Hmph, even though I am in the late stage of foundation building, my winning rate is 90%. I have four golden passive magical powers. You are the one who loses today!"

"What, four golds! You, you, you have started the process!"

"Hahaha, I played forty alt accounts in a row, and selected a dozen of the luckiest alt accounts to train them one by one. You can't beat me!"

Faced with such a desperate situation, the bloody man actually laughed out loud: "Hahaha, do you think I don't know that you have a trumpet account?"

"Why are you laughing? I know you haven't used a trumpet account, so you can't be luckier than me."

"Yes, I don't have one, but I bought an account! A top-quality account with three spirit stones. It's you who died today."

"mean!"

"Despicableness is also a kind of tactic in a life-and-death duel. Today, I will let you know that when you face me, you will only lose, lose, lose!"

"Okay, let's get started. Well, I have used up all the times today, and sharing with friends is no longer useful. If you don't mind, would you like to be my friend for once?"

The bloody man immediately nodded and said: "Me too, I only thought about how to match the magical power and forgot to share it. Okay, accept it."

"Okay, let's get started."

"start."

Two big men sat together with bamboo slips placed side by side. Then they saw the little Foundation Builder flying into the air and starting a fierce battle.

Other members also started to fight each other, and then they saw the sky full of villains. The scene looked very spectacular.

They didn't start counting the winning rounds one by one until the ten times were used up.

Realizing that his side had lost fifteen games, the big bloody man regretfully took back his skills, raised his hands to the strong man on the opposite side and said, "I lost today, but I won the battle with the leader."

With a cold snort, the strong man said: "I lost to your spirit stone, but I didn't lose to your game."

Rubbing his nose, the strong man suddenly said coyly: "But I admit that your combination of magical powers is quite impressive. If there is another [Dead Tree Blooms], it will be even more powerful."

The bloody man was stunned for a moment, then picked up the bamboo slip and said excitedly: "I have it! And the level is not low. Tell me how to match this?"

"Um……"

"Don't be so stingy. At worst, I'll teach you a palm move, and you'll teach me the proper combination of this skill."

"...Okay! Come!"

Seeing this, Mo Weichen didn't want to look anymore.

At this moment, he knew what it means to start at the beginning but end at the end, what it means to start high and move low, and what it means to lift high and then put down gently.

The long-awaited life-and-death battle turned into a collective gathering of gamers, which was hard to watch.

The scene was even more enjoyable at the end, and the two small sects actually started to exchange their gaming and physical skills experiences, which was simply outrageous.

Shaking the jade slip aside, Mo Weichen shouted sharply: "Next one!"

"Um……"

"Don't tell me that's the case too!"

"Um."

"Asshole!"

Throwing all the jade slips aside, Mo Weichen stood up and stepped on the jade slips, shouting angrily: "Didn't I say I won't play games anymore! Didn't I say there were only a dozen or so! What are they playing! Who can Tell me what they are playing!"

"That..."The Great Monk of the Sect"..."

"Didn't you just change one word! Why wasn't the sect's magic weapon detected?"

"City Lord, please calm down." A nearby minister explained helplessly, "The sect's magic weapon in Mo City has no weapon spirit, and many things are not that smart, so if you change the name, you won't notice it."

"Then you come up with a way! I let you work here to help me come up with ideas, not to let you eat for nothing!"

"Well... let's do this. We can organize people to randomly check everyone's bamboo slips. As long as the game exists, how about convicting it?"

Mo Weichen immediately turned around and stared at his close minister until he was dripping with sweat.

Suddenly, he showed a smile, patted the other party's shoulder and said, "You are right! And this time there will be a heavy punishment! The punishment will be until they dare not disobey my order."

"But sir, if it's too heavy, the monks below may not be happy."

"What are you afraid of! I have Jindan monks here, they are very capable of rebelling against nature! Organize my manpower to punish them!"

The news soon reached Mr. Li's ears, and then from Mr. Li to Li Si, and then to Lin Yuan.

After learning the news, Lin Yuan shook his head helplessly.

What a big deal.