After the cannon fodder junior sister went crazy, the entire sect begged to be let go

In the past few days, apart from the magic water that had been used to injure the Bai disciples, Hua Ci had collected six more.

When Yan Li spoke like this, Hua Ci was too embarrassed to refuse.

So Hua Ci took out three and gave them to Yan Li, leaving the rest for Wen Dao.

"Thank you! You must come to the Zhu Clan when it's over!"

The results of the competition were to be tallied in a moment, and Yan Li was no longer polite. He took the three magic water given by Hua Ci and went to find the four people from the Zhu clan.

Hua Ci looked at the various tribes, some were discussing, and some were asking about the number of other tribes.

After hearing the news, they also gathered in the crowd and socialized with all ethnic groups.

[Wen Dao: How much magic water have you collected? Lend it to me first, in exchange for equal value. ]

[Chen Qiu: I have collected a lot of magic grass, but only one piece of magic water. ]

[Nan Xing: I have three here. ]

[Wen Dao: Okay, I'll go get it from you later. Where's the flowers? ]

[Wen Dao: Where is Hua Ci? How many do you have there? ]

[Hua Ci: There are three left. ]

[Wen Dao: Are there any left? Three? I'll pick it up in a moment. ]

Hua Ci stood aside and watched Wen Dao walking through the crowd and saying hello. Among them, he walked up to Nan Xing and Chen Qiu and stayed for a short while.

It seems that the situation of each tribe has been basically understood, and now the demon water is put away.

"Why only three?"

Wen Dao floated to Hua Ci, with a normal expression and a somewhat confused tone.

"Three of them were taken away by Yan Li."

"Oh, their clan is indeed smaller."

After saying this, Wen Dao quietly stretched out his hand, and Hua Ci handed the storage bag containing the devil water to Wen Dao.

"Normally speaking, one person can collect six or seven on average, but we don't rule out the help of other tribes. The Xuan tribe should be the one with the most."

Wen Dao whispered.

"Didn't you also collect some? Give them to other tribes."

"I alone am not enough to divide the three clans. As long as the difference is not too big and not too ugly, it will be fine."

After Wen Dao finished speaking, he floated back to the heads of several clans.

"How's it going? Are you all ready?"

When Wen Dao was talking, Hua Ci saw that Yan Li was still talking to other disciples of unknown tribes.

This competition is not only about the performance of the disciples of the four tribes in the Fengqi Secret Realm, and the Heavenly Demon Water they can obtain, but also the invisible power that each tribe can win over.

Finally, it is up to Wen Dao to balance it as much as possible.

I don’t know what the outcome will be this time.

"Ready."

Linnong of the Qing tribe stood aside and responded to Wen Dao.

"Okay, then the clan leaders of each clan will hand over the collected demonic water to me. I will check it and put it in this cabinet, and finally reveal it together."

Wen Dao said, pointing behind him.

There is a long table behind him, with a row of crystal cabinets placed on the table, and the cabinets are covered with gauze.

The disciples of all races in the audience looked expectantly at the row of half-person-high crystal cabinets.

After a while, the Heavenly Demonic Water collected by each tribe will be placed in the cabinet. When the veil is lifted, the total amount of Heavenly Demonic Water from each tribe will be displayed in front of everyone.

The test results are directly visible.

"Do you think which clan will be the largest this time?"

"Who knows? Anyway, it won't be small tribes like us."

"I think it might be the Bai tribe. I saw a few injured people from the Bai tribe in the secret realm a few days ago. They looked like they were fighting hard."

"If you get injured on the first day, won't you have the energy to collect the Demonic Water later?"

"I think it might be the Xuan clan. I also heard that their clan has high prices..."

The disciple lowered his voice as he spoke, and before he could finish speaking, the people around him also showed understanding expressions.

Hearing the news, he went on stage and stood behind the cabinet.

Ye Tianming was the first to go on stage. Because of the cabinet, the people in the audience could only roughly see Ye Tianming handing the things to Wen Dao.

After hearing and inspecting it, I put it in the cabinet with my own hands.

There are shields all around the cabinet so that no one in the audience can see it. After hearing the news, the veil was put down, and Ye Tianming could no longer see the magic water in the cabinet.

People who come on stage later will naturally not see the amount of magic water in other cabinets.

After that, several small clans came on stage one after another and checked one by one after hearing the news. Finally, four tribes are left.

"Head of the Xuan Clan?"

Wen Dao looked at the leader of the Xuan clan in black clothes and white beard below the stage.

The head of the Xuan Clan came to the stage upon hearing this and handed the Heavenly Demon Water to Wen Dao.

"Why hasn't the expression of the Holy Son changed? I still want to judge who is more and who is less among the tribes based on the degree of surprise of the Holy Son!"

"That's right! The amount of demonic water produced by this Xuan clan must be greater than that of the previous smaller clans. The Holy Son should also have some emotional changes! I beat the Xuan clan in the gambling shop with forty magic stones!"

"As long as I can press it before the reveal, I want to press it before the curtain is unveiled! I can't tell that!"

The demon disciples in the audience murmured, and some kept staring at the cabinet in front of them that contained the demonic water, as if they wanted to see through it.

But the gauze on the cabinet is a magic weapon that the demons often use every time they vote or compete. How could anyone casually see through the contents inside?

After hearing the news, he put the Xuan Clan's Heavenly Demon Water in the cabinet, and the Xuan Clan leader stepped down.

"Bai people."

Wen Dao looked at the Bai people in the audience.

Although the leader of the Bai tribe was also an old man, he walked with great energy. He walked onto the stage in a few steps, raised his head and threw the magic water to Wen Dao.

Wen Dao smiled and checked.

Put it in the cabinet.

"What does the Holy Son's smile mean? The Bai clan leader seems to be very confident?"

"I just said that the Bai people may be the most numerous!"

"Could the Holy Son's smile be a mockery? Are you laughing at the Bai people less than the Xuan people?"

"Huh? Even if you think the Holy Son would show it so obviously? Don't over-interpret it! I think it's just a friendly smile!"

"Yes, the Holy Son often smiles like this when he sees the clan leaders."

"Even if several clan leaders make him angry, he still smiles like this."

"If you put it this way, the Holy Son is so scary."

"..."

Without waiting for Wen Dao to call the next one, Yan Li walked lightly onto the stage.

People in the audience watched and saw Yan Li talking to Wen Dao while drinking Tian Mo Shui.

Although the disciples in the audience stood not far away, no one could hear clearly.

"Then why does the leader of the Zhu clan keep laughing? And he's still talking to the Holy Son."

"What are they talking about?"

"It's probably the leader of the Zhu clan who is asking about other clans. The Zhu clan is famous for inquiring."

"should be."

"But the Holy Son will definitely not tell her! And even if he knows, what's the use? The Holy Son won't take other clans' belongings out of the cabinet and put them in the Zhu clan's cabinet."

"That's for sure. We don't know the amount of devil water in each tribe, but each tribe knows it. How could it be possible to do that!"

"I just said it casually, who made the Zhu clan leader smile so brightly, and the Holy Son also smiled."

"Who doesn't the Holy Son smile when he sees him? The last time I saw the Holy Son on the street, the Holy Son also smiled at me."

"..."

After Yan Li came down, Linnong of the Qing tribe slowly walked up the steps.

Wen Dao took it.

"The Holy Son has no expression!"

"The leader of the Qing clan laughed!"

"What do you mean?! Who should I suppress? Forty magic stones!"

"If you don't place your bet, the result will be revealed soon!"