Because Jun Mohuang deliberately hid his strength in order not to attract attention.
In Elder Yu's view, Mo Ranchen is the most powerful among all the disciples of the Second Peak, and his current strength is around the late fifth level of the Yuan Zun Realm.
So what, if the strength is less than the third level of Yuan Zun Realm, everything is in vain.
"Seventh Junior Brother, come on!"
The five senior brothers started to cheer Mo Ranchen.
In fact, what they want to say more is, Junior Brother Seventh, fight Elder Yu, this bad old man, to death!
Mo Ranchen glanced at Jun Mohuang helplessly. This girl, obviously her current strength was higher than his own, and she could easily do it, but she still wanted to push him out.
Mo Ranchen walked under a gray water mirror spiritual root designated by Elder Yu.
Amid the expectations of the five senior brothers and the contempt of Elder Yu, Mo Ranchen stretched out his slender index finger and placed it under the water mirror spiritual root. Seven strands of white spiritual energy, thinner than cotton thread, overflowed from his fingertips, floating in the air. Drifting, drifting into the spiritual roots of the water mirror.
The next moment, the color of the water mirror spirit root, which was constantly getting darker and darker, stopped changing immediately and stabilized at a gray tone.
One second passed, two seconds passed, and until ten seconds passed, the color of this water mirror spirit root remained stable.
"Wow, wow, wow, it worked. Junior Brother Seventh is great!"
The five senior brothers clapped their hands, their eyes burning with excitement and excitement.
The seventh junior brother actually did it!
This means that Elder Yu has to apologize to them and admit that he is looking down on others.
The key is that it was Elder Yu himself who suggested that he looked down upon others.
The thought of the aloof and extremely arrogant Elder Yu personally admitting that he is a dog made the five senior brothers feel relieved.
It was worth being ridiculed by Elder Yu for so long!
"No, no, how is this possible, how can this happen!"
Elder Yu looked at the water mirror spirit root with a stable color, and his turbid old eyes were so wide that they were about to fall out.
Every wrinkle on his face was filled with expressions of extreme surprise and disbelief.
It is absolutely impossible if your strength is less than the third level of Yuan Zun. This is an unchanging truth in the Bafang Xuanjie and applies to every cultivator in the Bafang Xuanjie.
Mo Ranchen's strength is only at the fifth level of the Yuanjun realm. Where did he get the control to separate the spiritual energy into tiny bits.
Elder Yu couldn't figure out all this, no matter how hard he thought about it.
He would never have thought that Mo Ranchen's true identity was of the spirit clan's bloodline. Practitioners from the Bafang Xuanjie could not do this, but it was easy for the spirit clan.
"How about it? You saw it, Elder Yu. Hurry up and fulfill your promise and apologize to the five senior brothers."
Jun Mohuang's eyes were filled with teasing as he urged Elder Yu.
Why does she think Elder Yu's face looks so pleasing to the eye now
The five senior brothers looked at Elder Yu with burning eyes.
Elder Yu said nothing, with a gloomy face, even uglier than his dead father.
How could he be asked to apologize to these five losers and admit that he looked down on others
If he doesn't apologize, if he doesn't say these words, his blood oath will be fulfilled again.
If because of these rubbish from the second peak, his strength could not be improved further, and he would have to die a good death, wouldn't it be a big loss
At this time, Elder Yu was caught in the dilemma of whether he should have strength or face.
In the tangle, Elder Yu wished he could turn back time, wished he had never said such words or sworn such a blood oath at that time.
(End of chapter)