Cute little jade rabbit: the fox king wants to hug

Chapter 261
On the second day, after arranging all the big and small things in the mansion, Mo Anu set out with all his equipment neatly dressed.

Today's trial, according to Yi Qing Daoist, is an enchantment set up by the fairy world.

And among the remaining nine spiritual practitioners, one of them has no spiritual power.

Moanu was a little strange.

But the strength should not be underestimated.

Daoist Yiqing didn't tell her the redundant words.

She was a little confused.

On the second day, I stood at the bottom of the 23rd peak of Chongtianmen on time.

Today's trial is to select a spiritual practitioner from the human world, so yesterday, when she returned home, the Heaven Realm and Chongtian Gate had already set up a barrier for the 23 peaks.

Mo Anu looked at the outfits of the other nine people, her eyebrows and eyes twitched slightly.

Nima, you are dressed like a horse!

The nine people were wearing black bodysuits, and their faces were all covered with gauze, looking particularly weird.

Those nine people were all female disciples, and their faces were serious at this moment.

These people all learned yesterday that in this trial, one of them was Mo Anu who shattered the Lingbi while testing the spirit root yesterday, and they looked at her with some hostility at this moment.

Daoist Yi Qing glanced at Mo Anu's attire, and frowned slightly.

Mo Anu was dressed in a bright red gown, which was particularly eye-catching.

The life and death form was laid flat on the table, and Daoist Yiqing glanced at Mo Anu's handprint on it, raised his eyes and said to everyone: "After three days, the last person who appears here will pass the trial. One battle at a time, each according to his own ability,

Casualty at your own risk! "

All the girls looked at the life and death status on the table with different expressions.

Mo Anu looked at the expressions of the nine people, and probably knew it in his heart.

Daoist Yiqing said to the crowd: "In today's battle, the casualties will be fatal. Come and pour wine!"

He didn't look at the slightly changed faces of the crowd, a disciple poured wine for the ten girls one by one and stepped back.

In the sunlight, Daochang's face was blurred and he couldn't see clearly.

He looked up at the top of the mountain and said in a deep voice, "Come back alive!"

From the beginning to the end, he looked at Mo Anu.

Moanu frowned.

What is this guy doing? !

Zhuo Qinglian, who was dressed in a black dress, had a slightly pale face. After glancing at Mo Anu, he looked at Daoist Yi Qing again.

The pink lips were slightly pursed, and he drank it in one gulp.

This battle to choose a spiritual practitioner is the only chance for her, and no mistakes are allowed!
Seeing Zhuo Qinglian drinking first, Mo Anu couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

After drinking, everyone found their own paths and flew away.

Seeing that they had already left, Mo Anu took a deep breath and walked towards one of the remote paths.

What the hell, why does it feel so weird?

What does the old man mean by this wine?
As she walked, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

Try to use spiritual power, well, no problem.

This guy won't poison himself, will he?

She rolled her eyes, looking at the high mountain top, feeling a little uneasy.

However, what is even more disturbing is the upcoming battle of spiritual practitioners.

According to what the old man meant, he didn't care about her life or death.

Fuck!what master!
Mo Anu didn't use his spiritual power and light work, and walked slowly towards a remote path on foot.

Although this road is rugged, no one has chosen it.

At this time, the sun is just right, and the front is visible to the naked eye.

She rolled her eyes, recalling in her mind that the expressions of the nine women when they were drinking just now were different, and they could not help but narrow their eyes slightly.

The one with a slightly slender figure had a determined expression, as if he wanted to fight to the death.

The other, who was slightly shorter standing beside her, was much more cautious.

Just after drinking, she saw that she was holding her breath, thinking about it, she didn't swallow the wine.

Thinking about the expressions of those people, Mo Anu frowned.

(End of this chapter)