The ending was clear, and in the second game, Winmer won. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qing Lan's speed can't keep up with Wen Mo's speed at all, Wen Mo is much faster than him every time he writes, and Rao is no matter how much he catches up with him.

So after about two dozen questions, he gritted his teeth and conceded defeat.

Wei Ping didn't understand his pressure, he only felt that he had lost face, and shouted for him not to admit defeat.

But Qing Lan himself knows his own strength, even if he struggles to hold on, his chances of winning will not be very great.

He was already good at observing words and feelings, and he observed the alchemist Liao Shan's skillful expression in detail, and he also saw his appreciation for Wen Mo.

Why? Why didn't anyone want to praise him so much!

He gritted his teeth, indignant in his heart.

The way he looked at Wen Mo was a little fierce.

Why did you steal my attention! If it weren't for you! If it weren't for you, maybe I would still be valued by Master Liao and accepted as an apprentice!

He heard from some gossip that Liao Shanqiao had recently planned to accept an apprentice, so this time the gambling contract would do everything possible to ask Wei Ping to invite Liao Shanqiao to preside.

He thought that if he could get Master Liao's blue eyes, even if he couldn't become his apprentice, he would be able to make other pharmacists look at him.

At that time, the resources that can be shared will be much more.

His mind was a little unstable, and his teeth were cracked.

Coupled with Wei Ping's shouting, his face was not very good.

Instead of him, Winmer was calmer after winning this one.

And in the process of writing these medicinal materials, the knowledge of various medicinal materials hoarded in her mind seemed to float through her mind, as if she was looking at flowers.

This made her more aware of these medicinal herbs.

"Here's the third game. ”

Liao Shanqiao said softly, but the voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears.

Everyone in the audience watched intently and didn't say a word more.

As if one more word would disturb the two people in the game.

The third game is a game to find medicinal herbs, which is actually similar to the first two games, and the difference is basically not big.

As long as you are familiar with the medicinal materials, it is not difficult to find them.

In particular, Warmer's divine sense, in this kind of competition, is completely a weapon for cheating.

Sure enough, the third game had just begun, and Winmer had the upper hand.

Liao Shanqiao mixed the medicinal herbs of the two sides into a pile and placed them on the table in the middle.

The table was a little broken.

Liao Shanqiao's fingers didn't move much, a light green spiritual power poured out of his hand, and the wooden table was spliced together and recovered.

"Qing Weitong. ”

……

"Slug sprouts. ”

……

"Divergent grass. ”

……

Every medicinal material, Liao Shanqiao had just been exported, and Wen Mo had already found it.

Qing Lan didn't even react at all, so she was rushed to answer.

"Damn!" he whispered, glaring at Wen Mo angrily, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Liao Shanqiao.

When Wimmer replied in the middle, he felt that he had always found it first, which would make the other party lose too ugly.

So I decided to let him go.

Qing Lan had already lost her mind, and her face was as ugly as the sky before a summer storm, with dark clouds.

Seeing that Wen Mo couldn't answer, he hurriedly went to look for medicinal materials, but after searching for a long time in the pile of medicinal materials, he didn't find it.

It was as if the medicinal herb had disappeared, and in this way, Qing Lan's face became even more ugly.

Xiang Cong suddenly said loudly: "If you can't find it, don't look for it! Really, Wen Mo let you do this, you can't find it, and I don't know where Wei Ping found you!"

Not only was the content of his speech unpleasant, but his tone was even more sarcastic.

The expression on his face was full of disdain, his chin was slightly raised, and he sat on the chair with some condescending meaning.

Wei Ping was so angry that he smashed the arm of the armchair where he was sitting and smashed it, falling into the ground.

The two maids who served him were so frightened that they splashed on their arms, and blood flowed out instantly.

Seeing the panicked expressions of the two, Wei Ping suddenly felt very ugly, and slapped the two of them fiercely, letting the two of them roll down.

The two maids are very aggrieved, they are the maids of the fighting arena.

Because they are all the top here, and the people who come are all big people, they are always generous and gentle when they are treated.

This time, Wei Ping and Xiang Cong wanted to make a bet here, and the two spent a lot of money to let the supervisor arrange them to the young master of the Wei family, but they didn't expect to receive such treatment.

On the stage, Qing Lan's face was gloomy, but she still didn't find the medicinal herb.

Liao Shanqiao's complexion was a little bad.

Wen Mo saw it, and as a last resort, he found the medicinal herb by himself.

In this way, Liao Shanqiao's face was a little better.

"You just have to play fair. This bet was witnessed by the Heavenly Fire Academy, and no one would retaliate privately. He said softly, and it seemed to be a warning, which shook Qinglan's ears and deaf.

Qing Lan lowered her head and clenched her fists tightly.

There was hatred in his heart, but his face was even more resolute.

He vowed: I must become a superior man, a person that everyone looks up to!

Wen Mo sighed helplessly in his heart.

That's what she meant by telling her not to hide it.

She wasn't actually prepared to hide it, she was just going to keep a low profile.

Now it's impossible to keep a low profile.

Wen Mo's performance was still slow compared to before, and it also gave Qinglan some time to think.

Qinglan finally has some real talent, so she got it right so many times.

His mind seemed to be purified, silent, his eyes dark, like a poisonous snake waiting for its prey, waiting for an opportunity.

One found a question that he could answer quickly, and he quickly took action.

The third game was over quickly.

There is no doubt that the result is that Winmer won.

Wen Mo's advantage was much greater than Qing Lan's.

However, Qing Lan's perseverance made Wen Mo admire it again.

He can still calmly wait for the opportunity to answer under such pressure, and he can be regarded as a talent.

"I announce that Xiang Cong won this bet. Liao Shanqiao announced, his voice echoing through the arena.

The audience was a little unhappy. They thought they could see a wonderful game, but when they got to the back, it was a special game on the side of the young master of the Xiang family.

When I first looked at it, I thought it was amazing and amazed. But I watched a lot later, but I felt that it was very boring, and there was really nothing to see.

Xiang Cong got a satisfactory result, and he was also somewhat satisfied with Wen Mo.

Wen Mo and Qing Lan stood on either side of Liao Shanqiao, and Xiang Cong and Wei Ping also came to the stage.

This competition is a bet, so naturally there is a gambling fund.

That's the two-family pharmacy.

Before the start of the competition, the title deed of the medicine shop was in Liao Shanqiao's hands, and he only waited for the seals of the last two people to count.

"Huh?" Mu Tian suddenly spoke, as if he was very surprised.

Wen Mo was stunned, he always felt weird, and there was something strange about the emotion in this voice.

Of course, there was a strange feeling, because Mu Tian's surprise was purely fake.

If he was really surprised, he wouldn't show it. Even if it is shown, it will not be so pompous.