Li Mo admitted defeat, and those demon clans who looked at Hailan's face took the opportunity to praise her again: "This kid dares to gamble and lose, and he is also refreshing, and he has a temper with me." I admire such young people. ”

Although Zhao Xianwen won this game happily, he couldn't be happy. He regretted a little, he shouldn't have taken out such a difficult spirit grass at the beginning, this didn't show his ability at all, and looking at Li Mo's girl's expression, there was no sadness or sadness at all for even a little loss.

But no matter how many elixirs there are in the world, none of them is a regret medicine that can turn back time.

After drinking the juice and listening to a lot of words of appreciation, by the way, he also planted a fatal bomb for Zhao Xianwen, the hall master of the Dandian Palace, Li Mo said in a good mood: "In the third game, we will compare the strength of the divine sense." ”

This topic is very decent, Zhao Xianwen has no opinion, and the demon clan sitting there has no objection. Alchemists naturally have as much divine consciousness as possible, controlling the alchemy furnace and flames, smelting spiritual materials, dividing spiritual liquids, and condensing into pills all require the assistance of powerful divine consciousness. These people of the demon clan just don't know how to make alchemy, but they have never eaten pork and have seen pigs run, and everyone knows this basic common sense.

Zhao Xianwen just asked: "This, how do you want to compare." ”

Well, Li Mo really didn't think about it, but she always wanted to come out one by one, which is estimated to be infected by Luoluo.

I just remembered that a while ago, the acquaintances of the merman clan gave me a return gift, and there were big bags of golden sand.

Li Mo took out the golden sand, sprinkled it on the ground, formed a circle next to himself and Zhao Xianwen, and instructed the little banshee standing next to him to get two clean plates.

Then he clapped his hands and said: "Let's use the divine sense to protect the object, the golden sand on this ground can only be picked up one by one, and whoever uses the divine sense to pick up more in the time of a stick of incense will win." ”

It's a bit of a child's play, but it's also useful. The golden sand is so small, it takes a lot of effort to pick it up one by one.

The little banshee quickly took the plate and lit a stick of incense beside it, and the competition between the two began again.

Originally, Zhao Xianwen had no pressure on this competition, but when he saw Li Mo's divine sense, it was like having tentacles, and one grain of golden sand on this side had just fallen on the plate, and the other one had already flown up. Jin Sha continued to fall into the plate quickly, and his leisurely posture was as if he was just blowing his breath, rather than preoccupying his divine sense.

On the other hand, Zhao Xianwen is not so easy, Jinsha is too small, just put it into the plate one by one It doesn't take much effort, but more is very laborious and consumes people's patience.

Li Mo took the time to glance at the golden sand on his plate, which was more than three times that of Zhao Xianwen's plate. He stopped for a while, took a sip of juice, and said Shi Shiran: "Oh, old man, look at you sweating profusely, it's all my fault, I don't know, respect the old and love the young, or I'll wait for you?"

Zhao Xianwen was a straight molar, but the movements of his divine sense did not stop. He thought that the strength of his divine consciousness was unmatched among the Jindan monks. But where did he know that Li Mo's divine sense was no worse than his, and he later took the Refining God Pill.

The most special thing is that when Li Mo was crossing the heart demon tribulation, his divine consciousness turned into a black dragon and devoured the nameless abyss, and there was an endless stream of great soul replenishment power and divine consciousness power. The strength of her current divine sense is that there are not many Yuanying monks who can compare with her.

Zhao Xianwen didn't forget the purpose of his trip, and when he saw that Li Mo stopped, he even more ruthlessly accelerated the speed of the divine consciousness of the imperial object. There were more beads of sweat on his forehead, and although he couldn't see it with the mask on his face, he could still feel the slight wetness in his hair.

Li Mo put down the cup containing the juice and said, "Oh, old man, seeing that you are working so hard, your hair is wet, and there should be a lot of sweat on your face, do you want me to help you take off your mask and wipe your sweat?"

Zhao Xianwen didn't appreciate it, there was a terrifying light in his eyes, and there was hatred and warning in his eyes.

Li Mo's divine sense continued to pick up sand at the same speed as Zhao Xianwen, and at this speed, she was even more relaxed, and she could even chat at the same time.

After thinking about it, I decided to tell you a story, and I decided to adjust the atmosphere of the event.

"Once upon a time, there was a tortoise and a hare in a race. It is a well-known fact that tortoises climb very slowly and slowly, while rabbits run fast and very fast.

The outcome of this game was originally doomed in the eyes of everyone.

But ah, in the middle of the race, the rabbit turned his head to look, but he didn't see the slightest figure of the turtle, and he became even more proud. Thinking that it is just a competition with a turtle, even if it is a sleep in the game, it should still be too late.

So, he fell asleep, and the turtle crawled and crawled, and he was tired, but he was still crawling, crawling, crawling. Seeing that the end is near, I can still hear the sound of rabbits snoring in my ears.

The tortoise was happy, thinking that it was almost going to win, and if he persevered, he would be able to defeat the rabbit.

Soon, the turtle was one step away from the finish line. But at this moment, the rabbit woke up, and he became a fairy in a dream, and became a rabbit fairy. I saw the rabbit hula, and in an instant it ran to the finish line and won.

Isn't this story inspiring? Old man, do you want to be a turtle or a rabbit? I guess you must be a rabbit with good congenital conditions and good luck?

I'm different from you, I just want to be a man. ”

The incense on the side had already burned more than half, because while Li Mo was speaking, his divine sense stopped his movements several times, and the amount of golden sand in Zhao Xianwen's plate was almost about to catch up. She sped up the speed of picking up the golden sand, but she controlled it not too fast, so that Zhao Xianwen could not feel the slightest chance of winning.

Li Mo likes to see his Yuan Shen overused, exhausted, and his hair is sweaty.

I can't clean you up now, and I want to make you feel bad, so I should charge some interest. When you die, I'll go and burn you more paper money with your name on it and stained with black dog blood.

Li Mo has always been like this, accelerating when Zhao Xianwen is about to catch up, and slowing down when the number of golden sands between the two is very large. When he felt that Zhao Xianwen wanted to give up, he even showed an overdrawn look, and then forced a little sweat on his forehead by the way.

In the last dozen breaths, she accelerated with all her might, and the speed at which her divine sense picked up the golden sand was like an assembly line transmitted by a modern factory, and the fast blink was invisible. When the incense burned out, Li Mo won the victory without surprise.