Two hundred million in debt? I relied on metaphysics to make my debut and become a top-notch person!

Cuijuan was somewhat silent under the fiery gazes of the dragon guards. She grabbed the corner of Shi Sang's clothes and said the words Shi Sang had taught her in advance: "Do you want autographs and photos?"

After the dragon guards smelled the breath of the saint, they couldn't help but reveal their burning star-chasing gazes.

Cuijuan jumped onto the stairs, took out the pen she had prepared in advance, and said softly, "Line up, one by one."

Mo Yu's blood boiled as he watched from the side. This was the Saint. Only a Saint could comfort the tribe members in such an orderly manner, unlike that fake Saint who knew nothing.

Shi Sang yawned, his attitude somewhat nonchalant: "How did you compete with these jackals and become the maiden of the saint?"

Mo Yu held his head high and said, "In the Dragon Clan, whoever can curb the fanatical pursuit of the Saint Girl can be qualified for the position of a personal maid. Without a doubt, I stand out."

Shi Sang couldn't help laughing.

Who says dragons are simple-minded? The fact that they can design such an election shows that there are still smart dragons among them!

The signing is complete.

Mo Yu was stopped by the dragon guards.

"I'm sorry for the offense just now, former leader, where did you find the saint?"

"The former leader is very magnanimous. Please forgive us!"

"The Saint has been wronged. We will report this to the emperor and expose the fake Saint's identity together!"

Mo Yu waved his hand and rejected the dragon guards' high-profile approach. After the reincarnation of the Saint, the dragon clan is not as united as it seems.

The clan leader was idle all day long and did not care about anything, which led to the clan being divided into two factions. One faction was led by the clan leader and the saint girl, and the other was led by the clan leader's wife.

A human being had overcome all difficulties and thrived in the dragon clan. If it were appropriate, she would applaud the clan leader's wife and write a biography of him.

Mo Yu finally persuaded the enthusiastic dragon guards with all his might, and walked back to Shi Sang, wiping the sweat off his face.

Shi Sang praised: "What a passionate young man."

Mo Yu: “…”

Passion is good indeed.

But being passionate for 365 days out of 365 days in a year makes her very tired.

Before the Saint was reincarnated, she could still suppress these dragons. But as soon as she was reincarnated, these dragons were like crazy. If it weren't for the patriarch tying them tightly with a rope, they would have reincarnated with the Saint long ago, leaving an empty island to the outside world.

and so.

Mo Yu could understand very well why someone would want to impersonate the Saint. After all, getting the Saint was like getting the dragon.

Shi Sang looked at Cuijuan, who was admired by everyone. No wonder she had a feeling that Cuijuan would be her "thug".

There is a group of little dragon brothers who only care about you. In the fairy world, they either walk sideways or jump around.

Rong Chunhua held the hilt of the Que Di Sword and narrowed his eyes: "The Qian Kun Bracelet has been born."

I don’t know if it’s because he is the agent of Heaven, but the Heaven in the world of cultivation is also learning from the Heaven in his world to give him a warning, reminding him that the Qiankun bracelet is coming out and the fake saint is about to wear the bracelet on her wrist.

Mo Yu obviously didn't understand: "Ah! Something happened? What happened? Did it break? That shouldn't be the case. The Great Elder said that the bracelet he made couldn't be broken without the power of God!"

Shi Sang and Rong Chunhua had no intention of explaining too much. She waved her sleeves, and the wind carried them across the sky to the Wanbao Pavilion where the dragon clan placed the Qiankun bracelet.

Mo Yu saw the clan leader taking out the bracelet from afar, and suddenly became extremely anxious: "No, that bracelet is prepared for the saint, and can't be given to a fake one!"

Shi Sang smiled meaningfully: "You won't be able to say anything even if you stand there. I have a way to make the fake suffer the consequences and push your saint up there."

Mo Yu: “?”

Rong Chunhua lowered his eyes to glance at Cuijuan who was tugging at Shi Sang's sleeve, with an unclear expression: "Take her to the chessboard."

Cuijuan shuddered inexplicably. She quickly withdrew her hand and pulled Mo Yu into Shisang's chessboard as if escaping for her life.

Rong Chunhua was in the Dragon Island of the Immortal Realm. Although he did not have much cultivation, his eyes were as peaceful as water. He only smiled when he looked at Shi Sang: "Go ahead. I will stay here to block their retreat and eliminate future troubles."

Shi Sang then dispelled his invisibility and walked towards the crowd.

The immortal stood to one side, quietly watching the Dragon Clan leader take out the Qiankun bracelet and put it on the fake saint's wrist. He smiled in his deep voice: "Soon."

Shi Sang walked to the fairy messenger and nodded: "It's almost time. The fake saint is about to shed a layer of skin."

The immortal suddenly looked at Shi Sang.

Shi Sang adjusted her sleeves that looked like flowing water. She hadn't worn such a long robe with long sleeves for a long time, so she was still a little uncomfortable with it.

The immortal noticed the divine aura on Shi Sang, and his pupils shrank. He mistakenly thought that the visitor was from the new sect of the Immortal Venerable, and secretly communicated with Shi Sang: "Wulian Tianzun."

Shi Sang was silent. Her fortune-telling ability did not improve. When facing gods, it would sometimes work and sometimes not. Now it was not working at all. She had no idea what the secret code was.

The immortal messenger was full of surprise. As a member of the immortal sect, it was impossible for him not to know the secret code. Just when he thought Shi Sang was not an ally, Shi Sang stopped the fake saint.

Shi Sang added a curse to the bracelet and said bluntly: "This bracelet cannot be suppressed by your strength."

The fake saint was dressed in luxurious clothes, and her face was exactly like Cuijuan's, but she was rebellious: "Who are you?"

Shi Sang said shamelessly: "You can call me a good mind, I am just reminding you kindly."

The fake saint thought Shi Sang was the one who stopped her: "I don't understand what you are saying. This bracelet was given to me by my father, so why can't I wear it?"

She wanted to use the Dragon Clan leader to put pressure on him.

Then heard.

Shi Sang nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Then wear it, don't say I didn't remind you."

The Immortal Envoy risked being exposed and sent a second message: "What does the Qiankun Bracelet say?"

Shi Sang began to act, and said in a voice transmission: "Fool, do you really think the Dragon Clan leader is so easy to fool? If you just find someone to pretend to be his daughter, will he believe it? The bracelet is a test. If you don't believe it, see if she will be in excruciating pain when she wears it."

Her half-true, half-false message successfully stunned the immortal messenger.

The clan leader lowered his eyelashes. He was surprised at how Shi Sang got in and how all the dragons were unaware of his entry. The clan leader's silence was seen as consent by the fairy messenger.

The false saint was about to put on the bracelet.

The immortal was afraid that what Shi Sang said was true, and he was very afraid that the fake saint would be exposed, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot, so he could only keep a close eye on the fake saint.

After putting on the bracelet, the fake saint let out a scream as if her soul was torn apart. She inexplicably lost her strength and fell to the ground in a mess, covered in dust. Her forehead was tense and she gasped for a long time without catching her breath.

The curse on the bracelet caused the fake saint's bones to crack like an iceberg collapsing. She was not yet the evil dragon that killed all the black dragons. She rolled on the ground in pain, looking a bit like a half-grown child.

The fake saint prostrated herself on the ground, stretching out her hands to ask for help: "Save me."

The clan leader blinked at the sudden turn of events.

The other dragons present felt their hearts twitch violently.

The great elder of the Dragon Clan scratched his head in confusion: "That's not right, I didn't add this stuff when I refined the bracelet!"

Shi Sang smiled slightly and said to himself: I added it.