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Although he didn't say it explicitly, when he went back all the way, Elder Mo's expression was already betraying what he was thinking.

There is no need to deal with the flattery of those small sects, and there is no need to deliberately pretend to be indifferent, since entering Ying Tianzong's own station, Elder Mo's mouth has never been closed with a smile.

He has really been wronged over the years, and on such an important occasion as Ning Cheng's Dao, it is really disrespectful to other colleagues not to have one or two bigwigs in the door.

But every time he came, he couldn't escape the tragic fate of watching his disciples being hanged and beaten, and what was even more hateful was that his own sect master was lazy and never went, but Elder Mo couldn't disobey the sect master's orders.

But this time it was completely different, seeing that those people from small and medium-sized sects who had always surrounded the Medicine God Sect or the Ten Thousand Sword Sect before appeared beside him, the refreshment in the Great Elder's heart was constantly accumulating.

Seeing the old guys of the Ten Thousand Swords Medicine God Sect who were familiar to him, the iron-blue faces when they left, Elder Mo felt that the blocks in his heart were gone, and his thoughts were unhindered for a while, and even the cultivation that had not moved at all had a sense of vigorous upward movement.

When he stepped into the station, Elder Mo looked at the wooden fence, and his brows gradually furrowed.

Dragging a passing deacon by him, Elder Mo asked, "Isn't the gate of this station too shabby, and it seems to be a little inconsistent with my Ying Tianzong's current status in Ningcheng?"

The deacon was about to promise to change it immediately, but suddenly remembered the good news he had heard from the side of the platform, and immediately stopped the words that were about to be spoken.

As if blessed to the soul, the deacon said, "Back to the Great Elder, there was indeed a plan to repair it, but now it has been canceled. ”

"Oh, why is that?" asked Mo Cangxing, puzzled.

"The subordinates are taking it into consideration," the deacon looked at Mo Cangxing's face and said flatteringly, "According to the rules of Ningcheng's Taoism, we are going to move to the City Lord's Mansion, since this station is destined to be abandoned, there is no need to repair it." ”

"Hey, the old man ignored this," Elder Mo was slapped with joy by this invisible flattery, "It's still you people who work under you to think carefully, by the way, what is your name, the old man looks at your ability and attitude, and you are also qualified to be a master." ”

Announcing his name with a blank face, the deacon was smashed by this piece of cake that suddenly fell from the sky, and his brain was a little dizzy.

This deacon didn't expect to be promoted to one level so easily, from deacon to director, not only the status and power of the promotion, but also the welfare treatment.

As if it was a celebration from all over the world, Elder Mo casually sent out a wave of benefits, and didn't care about the overly surprised deacon, patted him on the shoulder casually, and walked past him towards the inside.

Looking at Elder Mo, who was in a good mood, the Ying Tian disciples who followed him, especially Zhou Zhihao, couldn't help but move their minds.

Thinking of the 20,000 spirit stones that Chen Yuan entrusted him to bet on before the competition, and the income of five times the odds, Senior Brother Zhou was itching in his heart.

Summoning up his courage, Zhou Zhihao asked tentatively, "Elder, don't you know that the disciples can withdraw the reward worth 10,000 spirit stones in advance?"

Mo Cangxing looked at these disciples who were for the sect and added glory to his Mo Cangxing's face at this moment, and he waved his hand without thinking about it: "The points promised by the sect can only be fulfilled after returning to the sect, but the 10,000 spirit stones, it is nothing to send them now, you can go to the treasury to register and receive them if you need it." ”

Senior Brother Zhou's purpose of wanting to withdraw this ten thousand spirit stones in advance is self-evident, watching Chen Yuan show his power on the stage, Zhou Zhihao's trust in him at this moment has reached the point of blind worship.

What's more, having crossed the two mountains of the Medicine God Sect and the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, Zhou Zhihao couldn't imagine anyone else who could cause the slightest trouble to the final victory of the Heavenly Sect.

In this case, why not take the opportunity to get a handful, but it's a pity that he is shy in his pocket, so he started the idea of the reward that has not yet arrived.

It's just that Zhou Zhihao's careful thinking is destined to fail, somewhere five streets away from Ying Tianzong's station, which is where the casino that opened the gambling game this time is located.

Zhou Zhihao is not the only smart person, since the competition between Ying Tianzong and Ten Thousand Swords Sect has come to an end, there has been a surging crowd of people coming here.

These people are either holding gold, silver and jewelry, or holding spirit stone storage bags, rubbing shoulders and squeezing into sweat, with only one purpose, that is, to quickly bet on Ying Tianzong, after all, no one is too much money for nothing.

But when these people crowded into the casino, they got bad news.

"Why, this Ningcheng argument is obviously not over yet, why are you sealing the plate?"

The manager of the casino rolled his eyelids and said angrily, "Which side are you going to bet on?"

The person who asked was overjoyed, thinking that things had taken a turn for the better, and hurriedly said, "I bet on Tianzong, a hundred spirit stones." ”

After that, he thought about it, and with a ruthless heart, he actually pulled out a gold tooth in his mouth, slapped it into the spirit stone pile, and said, "Add this!"

The steward ignored him, pointed to another person and asked, "What about you, which one do you want to bet?"

The person who was hit was overjoyed, and said urgently: "I also bet on Tianzong, this is my spirit stone, and the title deed of a shop on Fuyuan Street......"

"So, you, you, and you," the steward pointed his finger around and pointed to everyone present and said, "It's all about Ying Tianzong, who is still betting with you?"

The warrior who had even pulled out his teeth before said angrily at this time, "Then why don't my golden teeth crush other sects?"

But he hurriedly continued: "But my hundred spirit stones still have to be charged to the Heavenly Sect." ”

Hearing this, the steward felt a pang of annoyance in his chest, and then remembered the huge bet of 100,000 spirit stones owed before, and his heart was even more unhappy, and he said angrily: "Get out, get out of here, don't you understand if the gambling game is not opened, is it a welfare gift?"

It's like a casino with the background of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has decided that there is no suspense about the champion, just like the ruthless character who pulled out his teeth seems to only be divided between Ying Tianzong and other sects, and no one will care who wins and who loses in the other semi-final.

In the eyes of everyone in Ningcheng, no matter who the winner of the other game is, it is just a background on Ying Tianzong's way to winning the championship.

Everyone was just waiting, waiting for the moment when Ying Tianzong entered Ningcheng.

At the residence of Ying Tianzong, Elder Mo was writing a report to the sect master.

At this time, someone knocked on the door and came in and reported to him: "Another competition between the Spirit Refining Gate and the Yueying Gate was very stale, but in the end, the Spirit Refining Gate won." ”

Elder Mo didn't even raise his head, but replied softly, "Got it." ”

Elder Mo forgot about this news when he heard it, and he didn't take it to heart at all: joke, as a Holy Land Sect, how could he take an ordinary sect to heart, not to mention, this has never been an example of the Holy Land losing to an ordinary sect in the more than a thousand years that Ning Cheng has been arguing about the Dao!