In the final analysis, Ma Zhuan's muddled move was only a bright moment, and the confusion brought to Wu Zhe was only temporary.
Although the defect of her inflexible moves was listed, Ma Zhuan's mixed moves were not coherent and could not threaten Wu Zhe's single routine.
The current situation is that Wu Zhe cannot use the method of prediction to gain an overwhelming advantage, and it is also difficult for Ma Zhuan to open up the situation with mixed fights.
After there is no winner in terms of moves between the two, it depends on the difference in profound energy.
Wu Zhe's mysterious energy super engine evolved the body, which determines that the mysterious energy will not suffer in terms of durability.
As a big man, Ma Zhuan is not durable enough...
Therefore, fast men are not popular with women. This is destined to make Ma Zhuan already a loser in the eyes of others.
The suzerain and the others saw this problem.
Although Ma Zhuan had been fighting her four or six times now, it was becoming more and more difficult to use his profound energy, and if he had another fifty or so moves, his profound energy would be exhausted.
"Disciple, stop!" The suzerain shouted lightly.
The suzerain's words were infused with profound energy and slowly oscillated forward.
Wu Zhe stopped his moves when he heard the words, drew back and stood still.
However, Ma Zhuan's body was shocked, and he froze for a moment, and then he stopped and stood up.
The gap between the two people's skills stabilizes the surname, and the difference between the two is judged.
Wu Zhe's evolutionary body has never been timid about things like this kind of mysterious force.
"Okay, Brick Boy, let's admit defeat here." The director of Bo channel said loudly.
Ma Zhuan, who had stopped, wanted to open his mouth to refuse to admit defeat, but he really lacked confidence in his heart.
His arrogance was hit by Wu Zhe a lot. Although the last boasting slap was not slapped just now, the previous ones had already made his face hot for a long time, and he had to think a lot.
There are people in the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. Ma Zhuan also had to admit in his heart that Xiao Ruoyao's talent was higher than his own.
The suzerain smiled and nodded: "You are selling my boss's face. In fact, you may not lose."
The prince applauded and said, "It was a wonderful fight, even if I lose the bet, it's worth it."
All the guards also applauded the field.
Wu Zhe bowed his hands in thanks for the cheers from the sidelines, Ma Zhuan blushed a little, and thanked him too.
"Senior brother, thanks for your advice." Wu Zhe changed his smile just now, and saluted Ma Zhuan with a serious face.
Ma Zhuan quickly replied: "Where does this come from? Junior sister's memory technique amazes Xiaodao. When I have time in the future, I will discuss it again in the future."
Who is free to say? No time! Don't even think about it! Wu Zhe was thinking wildly.
The two are off.
Bo channel leader said: "Old Mumu, the apprentice you recruited is very good, but my Brick Boy is not far behind."
"That's true." The suzerain nodded: "Ma Zhuan adapts to the situation and is not under Xiao Ruoyao. But after all, he has just accepted apprentices. After I teach for a year, it will be hard to say."
When he said this, Taoist Master Bo and Master Ma Zhuan looked at each other, and suddenly realized something together: it seemed that Xiao Ruoyao had just learned the magical skill of freedom. The suzerain just accepted disciples today, so he hasn't taught them yet!
Obediently! The apprentice who just started is so powerful. If it was taught by the Sect Master of the Sword Fighting Sect again, wouldn't the entire Central Plains be walking sideways
Ma Zhuan felt panicked when he thought about it, would he dare to fight her in the future? The gap between people is too big...
Both master and apprentice admired Wu Zhe's talent, so the prince invited them back to the hall and held a banquet.
All the guards divided the bets between Bo Daochang and Shizi at Li Daochang's, and they were very happy to receive foreign money.
The head of the Bo channel is Zuo Guoshi, so naturally he doesn't pay attention to Yinliang.
Shizi didn't take this bet money seriously.
He also expressed some praise for everyone's handling of Wu Guo's day-student blocking the door and provocation through Li Daochang's mouth: no Wu-guo day-student was injured, which saved a lot of trouble. Of course, my own side didn't suffer a loss, and ended a small disturbance with zero casualties. Good job!
The prince bet on this money, making it clear that it was to give bonuses to his subordinates.
While waiting for the banquet, the Sovereign, Elder Bai and Wu Zhe returned to the inner hall of the Sword Fighting Sect in Tianbo Mansion.
Wu Zhe took the initiative to wink with the suzerain: "Hey, is the master betting on the apprentice?"
"What are your plans, girl?"
"Have a meeting." Wu Zhe said with a hippie smile, "Just now Daoist Li sent you a few hundred taels of silver, right?"
"You have obtained the Heaven Viewing Pill, but you are not greedy enough?" The suzerain pretended to be angry.
"I want to buy some elixir, such as Wuwei Ningqi Pills, which I mixed together and dedicated to Master." Wu Zhe immediately put on a face of being wronged by being thought of as a donkey's liver and lungs with good intentions: "You will not miss my delivery of Wuwei Ningqi Pills Information?"
"..." The suzerain slapped his hands: "By the way, I forgot that you are still a medicine stone worker. I will ask Neiku to send you a hundred five-flavored qi condensing pills tonight."
"Wait, you can't treat me as a pill production machine!" Wu Zhe protested.
The two masters and apprentices bargained for a long time like a preoccupied businessman, and finally settled the deal with the agreement of thirty Wuwei Ningqi pills and eight Qiwei Ningqi pills. Oh, by the way, there is also a processing fee of five hundred taels.
Wu Zhe is sure that the success rate is close to two-thirds, so he may be able to make a net profit of ten Qiwei Ningqi Pills
"Damn girl, you haven't lowered your profile at all. You pretended to be a modest lady on the outside, but now you're showing your true colors." In the eyes of the suzerain, Wu Zhe is a little fox wagging his tail.
Wu Zhe laughed and said, "It's low-key. It's just that I treat you as one of my own, so I can show my true colors."
This Xiao Ruoyao is really not a fuel-efficient lamp, Elder Bai shook his head beside him. She kept a low profile on the outside, but she was still kind of listless in essence.
In Wu Zhe's words, it is a typical representative of a lady with a black belly on the outside. Uh... No, the appearance is sometimes quite feminine...
Then the words of one old and one young will return to the topic.
The suzerain did not ask Wu Zhe about his memory skills, but told him as a teacher: "Ruoyao, you have entered the sect, and you will officially disclose your identity in public at the sect meeting in the next month, and set up an incense altar for your personal disciples to pay homage to the sect. ceremony."
"Disciple Glory." Wu Zhe cupped his hands.
"In the competition just now, it is obvious that you can memorize the tricks, but you can't mix and use them skillfully. This is due to your lack of experience. If you don't rush, I will guide you slowly." The suzerain said again: "Before that, I I want you to do two things."
Sure enough, if there is something, the npc will send the task. Wu Zhe complained a little in his heart.
"First, you have become a direct disciple, you need to assist the son, and I suggest you become his guest minister."
Wu Zhe agreed after a little thought. The son is not annoying, at least he is lenient and generous.
"Second, after becoming a direct disciple, the reputation is getting better and better. Parents and relatives should be taken back to the sect or Qidu from their hometown to protect them in case of accidents."
Upon hearing this sentence, Wu Zhe was petrified. (To be continued.)