The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 287 What do you want to do?
After dressing, Jun Moli and Bai Lan came to the front of the hall together.

Today is the competition among the disciples of Cloud Shadow Sect. They will give priority to choosing the person they like as their apprentice according to their ranking.

Standing in the crowd, staring at the temporary arena, I saw that the two disciples of the Cloud Shadow Sect master, Leng Zhou and Leng Muxiang, were ready.

He quickly scanned around the people participating in the competition, but did not find the figure of the old man.

"Strange, why didn't the smelly old man and the scholar come?"

Hearing the sound, Jun Moli frowned slightly, even if Bai Lan didn't say anything, she had discovered this.

Someone sneaked into their room last night and drugged them. Did that person not only target them, but also Master and Zhuo Hao?

Turning his head to look behind him, Jun Moli forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

Standing far away and waiting for a long time, just as she was about to leave and went to the dormitory area to look for the old man and Zhuo Hao, she saw their figures appearing around the corner.

They came quickly under her gaze, Zhuo Hao stopped beside Jun Moli, while the old man went straight to the ring.

"Oh, the old man overslept this morning, sorry sorry."

"Since the uncle is here, let's start now."

"Okay!" Turning his head to look at Pei Yunqing, the old man answered decisively.

Pei Yunqing nodded slightly, turned his gaze away from the old man, and scanned the participants one by one.

"In this competition, we will compare the potion production, and the final ranking will be based on the purity and grade of the potion. There is a time limit for one stick of incense." Raising his hand, Pei Yunqing moved his fingertips slightly, and the incense in the incense burner was immediately lit: "The competition begins!"

With a flick of his wide sleeves, an invisible airflow quickly swept towards the gongs and drums on the ring.

The gongs and drums were hit by the airflow, and there was a crisp sound of "bang", and the contestants on the ring immediately went to the place where the medicines were placed, and picked out the herbs they needed.

There are many varieties of medicinal herbs, but each has only one plant.

The production of many high-level potions requires repeated herbs, and this will test the contestants' familiarity and eyesight with potions.

In the arena, the contestants circled around the medicinal herbs. In order to snatch high-level medicinal herbs, they all wanted to fight each other.

However, among them, there was a relatively short figure standing aside, looking at them with a smile.

"Choose it, pick it. After you finish picking, the old man will use the remaining herbs, lest others say that the old man bullies the younger generation."

Seeing him standing still, Bai Lan frowned slightly, and sweated for him: "This old man, what are you waiting for? Isn't he afraid of losing this game?"

"Master's medical skills are very good, he must have full confidence to do this."

Listening to the conversation between Bai Lan and Zhuo Hao, Jun Moli looked forward indifferently.

She didn't think that Master, the old man, was confident enough to win this competition, so he stood leisurely aside.

In her opinion, the master didn't care about the rankings in the competition at all, as if he didn't worry about them being accepted as apprentices by others.

Time passed little by little.

The contestants in the arena selected the herbs they needed one after another, and returned to their positions to stand still.

After all of them finished selecting the herbs, the old man walked forward calmly, quickly scanned the few remaining herbs with his eyes, and selected a few mid-level herbs.

"Hey, this old man is so strange. Others choose high-level herbs. It's good for him, he only chose a few mid-level herbs. What exactly does he want to do?"

(End of this chapter)