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"Brother Xiang, it seems that we have to change our approach. Wei Ping shook his head helplessly, "I'm afraid we have to add one more of our three games, let them sort out these medicinal herbs first." In the middle of the fighting ring, one person on one side, see who is the fastest ......"

Xiang Cong glared at the other party coldly, but he couldn't refuse, because the last move was Wen Mo's handiwork.

If he speaks, he will be caught, and then he will come up with something else!

He nodded and said, "Of course you can, we have never been afraid of anyone!"

He tilted his head proudly, and the corners of his eyes showed a gloomy look.

Wen Mo knew that he had done something wrong, his mind changed, and his face couldn't help but change.

The eyes that looked at Qinglan also changed, originally she thought that people with such eyes would also have a resolute temperament, and would not use small means at will.

Faintly, she heard Mu Tian's sigh. If there is no voice, Wen Mo suddenly felt a little embarrassed in his heart, is it still too simple for him to think?

Originally, with her strength, if she was a little guarded, the last move would be very easy to contain, how could she make the medicinal herbs so messy.

"So let's get started. A man walked up next to him.

The man's sense of presence was a little weak, and Wen Mo hadn't noticed it until he spoke.

Her eyes looked at Xiang Cong, and Xiang Cong glared at her coldly: Are you a soil bun?

Wen Mo didn't know why, but read his eyes.

She would rather she didn't read it herself.

The person who came to the stage was a notary public invited by both parties, and it was also considered a referee.

This is Liao Shanqiao, the alchemist of Tianhuo Academy, and he belongs to a neutral state, so it is best to be a referee.

"Your competition belongs to Xiang Cong and Wei Ping's personal gambling contract, it does not involve the family and others, no matter whether you win or lose, you can't find trouble with the other party......" Liao Shanqiao explained the rules first.

Wei Ping nodded, the corners of his mouth grinned with a winning smile, and he smiled even more defiantly at Xiang Cong, leaning lazily into the chair, the smile on the corner of his mouth made Xiang Cong look angry.

Xiang Cong looked up haughtily, very dismissive of his provocation, and he nodded at the alchemist, indicating that he knew.

He took a few steps back and sat on the chair, sitting in a precarious position with the appearance of a young master.

Fu Ning poured a cup of tea into his carved cup, and a fresh fragrance instantly hit his nose.

Wen Mo didn't know much about the tea ceremony, so she couldn't tell what kind of tea it was, but smelling the refreshing fragrance and listening to the sighs of the people around her, she knew that this tea was worth a lot.

Xiang Cong and Wei Ping are compared, who is more like a gentleman.

"Then the race begins. Liao Shanqiao doesn't care about the entanglement between the two sides, he is only responsible for presiding over the game as a referee and supervising the two sides.

The two parties each occupied one position, and the medicinal materials on the stage were divided equally into two parts by Liao Shanqiao, one on each side.

Paper and pens had already been prepared on the table, all of which had been skillfully checked by Liao to ensure that there was no possibility of cheating in each one.

Wen Mo glanced at the medicinal herbs on his side, and they all knew each other.

She looked at the opponent's medicinal herbs again, she also knew them, observing Qing Lan's complexion, there was nothing abnormal, and the hypocritical smile made it difficult to see the thoughts.

But at the moment when Wen Mo retracted his gaze, Qing Lan, like his master, looked at Wen Mo with a provocative gaze, with an imperative look in his eyes.

Wen Mo's pupils constricted, these medicinal materials were not particularly difficult, they were all memorized by her, and it was not difficult to write them out. I'm afraid that the other party will play tricks.

She thought about it for a while, but she could only cover it with water, and the fire came from the water.

"Half an hour is the boundary, and now begins. The rule is to classify all the herbs, and whoever organizes them most correctly and takes less time is the winner. ”

As soon as he said the beginning, Winmer picked up his pen and began to write.

Her handwriting is practiced, and it's not bad, although it's not as good as everyone, but it's barely eye-catching.

On the other side, Qing Lan didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, only to see him sit down slowly, grinding a piece of ink ingot finely, and the thick ink was fainting in the inkstone.

The audience was a little bored, and they all whispered something and discussed what the outcome was.

Wen Mo saw Qinglan's slow appearance, as well as the disdain revealed in the corners of his eyes, and he was very unhappy.

She wants to respect her opponent, but she finds that her opponent is not ready to respect her at all, and can even be said to despise her!

The anger in her heart burned brightly.

I was going to keep one hand so as not to be too obtrusive. But since you have behaved like this, I naturally want to repay you one or two.

Thinking so, she put down her pen like a god, almost without looking, holding the medicinal materials in her left hand, writing with her right hand, brushing and brushing to put the medicinal materials one by one, and by the way, the names of the medicinal materials were written.

Kawasaki ...... Burnt skin ...... Dingkou ...... Lycium ......

Wen Mo has the assistance of divine sense, so he doesn't need to look at it, and he can see all the medicinal materials at a glance with a sweep.

When you do it, you are quick and ruthless, and you can think of it. Basically, it is not a matter of distinguishing one by one, but of taking one medicinal property and one medicinal property.

When sorting out medicinal materials, it is necessary to classify them according to their medicinal properties, and they cannot be mixed into a bunch of medicinal materials with repulsive medicinal properties.

In particular, putting water and fire together with two different medicinal properties will easily lead to the occurrence of the fryer incident.

Wen Mo had already started a stick of incense, and Qing Lan on the other side was still slowly grinding the ink ingot.

The crowd in the audience booed, and some made a trumpet with their hands, "Hurry up!"

"Are you going to throw in the towel?"

"Hurry up, I've put money on you!"

"If I don't do it again, I will definitely smash the Wei family's medicine shop when I go back!"

Xiang Cong saw that Wen Mo's speed was fast, and the other party did not move, his mood was better, and when he heard the roar in the audience, he secretly thought in his heart: When the time comes, I will find someone to go with me, and it must be very emotional to smash the Wei family's pharmacy!

He looked at Wei Ping with a smug smile, but found that Wei Ping was enjoying the service of the beautiful woman with his eyes closed, one beating his legs, and the other feeding him, without any nervousness.

He seemed to have an eye outside his eye, which felt very sharp, and when he looked at Congcai, he opened his eyes and met him.

He waved at Xiang Cong, as if greeting a puppy, and the smile on his face was funny, as if he was playing a fun game.

Wei Ping opened his mouth and made a few lip shapes at Xiang Cong, Xiang Cong saw it clearly, and was angry again.

What Wei Ping said was: What's wrong?

He thought to Cong that if his eldest brother was still alive, where did he need this?

This mourning dog only dares to bark at this time!!