The Great Master of Picking Up Girls

Nearly a hundred decent masters on the stage were so angry that their lungs would explode, but their strength was not as strong as the opponent's, so they all stopped making a sound, and just stared at each other with angry eyes.

Magic Time sneered, and proudly said: "The anger of cattle and sheep is ridiculous. I am looking forward to your resistance, so that we can have a good meal. But I still want to tell you a fact, there are many super masters in our Demon Sect, such as me, One person can easily kill all 100 of you in less than a minute."

What is arrogance?

This is!

What is arrogance?

This is!

However, none of the decent monks dared to refute, and none of them dared to jump out to challenge the magic time, because none of them had the slightest chance of defeating the magic time, and if they jumped out, they would die.

Even Long Tong Jiang Yi didn't dare to jump out.

The way of time is mysterious and unpredictable, especially for the veteran nine-level master of picking up girls who has found the way of time and possesses the magic weapon of time, killing people is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

Seeing that none of the decent monks dared to make a sound, Demon Time laughed triumphantly, and the three hundred masters of Demon Gate also laughed contemptuously.

The faces of the decent monks are ashen, or pale, and their eyes are full of sorrow. Since the history, the decent monks have been the food of the demon monks. I don’t know how many people have resisted, but they have not succeeded, not even a peerless genius like Tathagata Bodhi. Success, even the Pangu Ice and Snow Emperor had to acquiesce in the existence of the Demon Sect, and they could only dare to be angry and dare not speak out, sadly accepting the fact that people are swords and I am fish and meat.

Mo Shi laughed for a long time before he stopped, looked at all the decent monks with contemptuous eyes, and said lightly: "The ginseng fruit tree has not produced fruit for many years, and it is all the credit of Guanzhu Town Huiyun that it can bear fruit this time. Therefore, My distribution plan is like this, [-] ginseng fruits, two of which are reserved for the spectator, one for herself to enjoy, and one for her chosen husband this time. I hope that her husband can be our demon cultivator We look forward to Guanzhu and her husband to continue to cultivate ginseng fruit and make outstanding contributions to our Momen!"

After a pause, he added: "What about the other 28 ginseng fruits? We will send out 28 people from each side. We will fight each other, and the winner will get a ginseng fruit."

The decent people were almost crazy with anger, especially Zhen Huiyun, who was so angry that he almost fainted. The other party's insulting words and plan to distribute ginseng fruit were simply deceiving.

There are too many masters in the Demon Sect, so many that they are frightened. Thirty masters have been carefully selected, and the decent monks will be thankful if they can win a game or two.

In other words, a decent monk can win at most two ginseng fruits. Although Zhen Huiyun can keep two, the Demon Sect probably wants to arrange Zhen Huiyun's marriage, otherwise, Demon Time would not say such meaningful words Come on, if this is the case, the two ginseng fruits will still return to the hands of the demon gate.

"No, we don't agree." Long Tongjiang shouted angrily, "I would rather die together than agree."

He has worked so hard to guard the ginseng fruit for so long, and his lifespan is about to run out, if he can't get a few more ginseng fruits, it will be difficult for him to get one.

"Disagree?" Demon Time looked at Long Tongjiang with a strange gaze, rarely getting angry, and said indifferently, "I have another plan here, that is, four monks will be sent out from my side, and each will pick up seven of you." If you win a game, you will get one ginseng fruit, and if we lose a game, we will lose seven ginseng fruits. As far as these two options are concerned, you should think about them yourself, our Demon Sect is sometimes very magnanimous."

A gleam of hope appeared on the faces of all the decent monks. If seven super masters were gathered to challenge one person and the rest were given up, they might be able to get seven ginseng fruits, but it was better than the first plan.

Their gazes were all projected on the face of the demon cultivator on the opposite side, observing carefully.

However, it is really difficult to see which of them are super masters.

"Let us discuss it." Long Tongjiang said.

"I'll give you two hours to discuss it carefully. Anyway, it's still a day and a half before the ginseng fruit is ripe." A big grin appeared on Mo Shi's face, and with a wave of his hand, all the monks of the Demon Sect sat cross-legged on the platform , Close your eyes and rest your mind.

The seven sect masters and all the super geniuses who found their way got off the platform, entered Wuzhuang temple, and began to discuss countermeasures.

The geniuses who found their own way and were invited by Zhen Huiyun are Long Tongjiang from Longmen, Great Monk Yanshe from Buddhism (more than 4 million years old this year, a super master who has found his own way), Li Xunshi from Taoism, and Li Xunshi from Taoism. Hongyi (he is a descendant of Hongjun, he is also a super genius who has found his own way, he is more than 5 million years old this year, but his combat power has not surpassed Li Xunshi), Feng Yaoxiang from Fengmen, Langchao from Langmen Hu is also the master of the Wolf Sect, and Yuan Kaishan of the Ape Sect is also the master of the Ape Sect.

Therefore, the number of people is not too many, a total of 11 people, counting Zhen Huiyun, a total of 12 people.

Grief and indignation appeared on everyone's faces.

Ming Kong was the first to ask, "Why didn't you see the Zombie King coming?"

Li Xunshi interjected: "The invitation has been sent over, but he didn't come, and no one from the Zombie Secret Realm came. Could it be that they are afraid of the magic gate and dare not come to participate?"

Feng Xiangyu said: "Impossible, the Zombie King is unbelievably powerful, he is definitely not afraid of the Demon Sect, he will definitely come over later, or maybe he doesn't want to alert the Demon Sect."

Sun Dongtian and Sun Mingxuan also nodded in agreement.

So people began to discuss.

After discussing for a long time, it was unanimously decided to use the second plan. Mingkong said expectantly: "As long as the zombie king comes over, the demon cultivator will suffer a huge loss. Maybe he can win two games." , then we can get 14 ginseng fruits."

Zhen Huiyun also showed a look of expectation on his face, and asked in surprise: "Is the Zombie King really that strong?"

The masters Long Wuwei, Li Xunshi, Lang Chaofu and others who participated in the Zombie King's ascension to the throne recounted Zhang Dong's heroic deeds with joy.

"Top Thunderbolt Blood Thunder? If he still has it, it can really play a big role. It is right to choose the second option." Zhen Huiyun felt relieved.

Then, they discussed in detail their respective combat strengths and the sequence of appearances to ensure that there were no mistakes.

Soon, two hours passed.

The demon cultivator who was seated on the stage opened his eyes at the same time, stood up abruptly, the chilling aura instantly filled the air, and the sky and the earth seemed to be trembling.

The decent masters also stopped the meeting, walked out of Wuzhuang Temple with heavy steps, and flew up to the stage solemnly.

Because, until now, the zombie king Zhang Dong has not appeared, nor has any zombie appeared, nor has there been any audio, which cast a shadow over their hearts.