Because of this, the Lord of the Smoke Pavilion is so conceited that Zi Qianmo is not good at soul power, and the trial of the Hero Tower will not be able to climb a few floors at all.

"What if she could?" Mo Yan asked rhetorically, a pair of jet-black phoenix eyes, as sharp as a blade, swept towards the Smoke Pavilion Lord.

"If she can, the old man will compensate you with a million silver, how about it?" The Smoke Pavilion Lord smiled darkly, "But if she can't, in the same way, you have to compensate me with a million silver." ”

Seeing that Rilunge made so much money in the first link of Dabi, he didn't feel good about it for a long time.

If you don't take the opportunity to extort a sum of money, how can you feel comfortable?

"Okay, that's a deal."

Mo Yan didn't panic, nodded and agreed.

One million silver tickets.

OK.

For her sake, gambled.

There was a look of greed in the eyes of the Smoke Pavilion Lord: "Ink Pavilion Lord, you can't go back. ”

"I should say this sentence." Mo Yan also didn't give in.

Who's the right fit isn't the point.

The point is, who will win with the support of two people.

One million silver.

Even for Mo Yan, the president of the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce, it is a wealth worth paying attention to.

Day 3.

The second part of the competition, the Hero Tower Trial, has begun.

The second link is the form of the Six Pavilion team, which participated.

Five regular players and three substitutes are all required to participate.

Enter the Tower of Heroes and take on a challenge.

The Heroes Tower is set up in the main hall.

It is not far from the conference venue.

A group of people will move to the range of the Hero Tower. Naturally, the audience followed suit and flocked to it.

The man in charge of guarding the Hero's Tower was an old man with a wrinkled face and a withered expression, who did not look like a living person at all, his body was covered with bandages and a gray robe, and he looked more like a walking living corpse.

"Sixth Uncle."

Dean Yu bowed respectfully to the tower guards, and his attitude was very reverent.

Obviously, they regard each other as real elders.

The withered old man who was called the sixth uncle, with dry eyes, no look, gray, as if covered with a layer of white, he glanced at Dean Yu, and the voice overflowing from his throat was hoarse and old: "Yingfeng, you are fat again." ”

Dean Yu: "......"

As soon as he came up, he stabbed him in the heart with a knife, and the sixth uncle really buried people as always.

"I'm not fat, I'm in the shape of a happy life." Dean Yu forcibly quibbled.

Ahem –

He also wants to save face.

There are so many juniors who participated in the competition standing behind him, and there are so many pairs of disciples from the Xuanwu Academy looking at him, he still needs to maintain the tall and heroic image of the dean a little (??? of.

"This year's Six Pavilion Competition, shouldn't it be another bunch of garbage?"

The sixth uncle looked disdainful, obviously remembering the unhappy past.

At the same time, a pair of eyes that had no look, looked like they were blind but had no problems with their eyesight, and swept over the bodies of the six teams of the Six Pavilions, a total of forty-eight contestants.

That look was an indescribable disgust.

The more I look at it, the more disgusted I become.

The six standing teams of the Six Pavilions are standing in the order of the ranking of the last Six Pavilions Competition.

Standing at the top of the line, it is naturally the team of the Treasure Pavilion, led by Yan Ruomeng, Xiao Du, Feng Wujing, Yu Sheng, etc., a total of eight people.