Super Sect Development System

There was a dead silence in the field.

Everyone stared at the scene in front of them in amazement.

Before, even King Anlan had only eighty pavilions, which accounted for eight rows and a small part of the light curtain.

But now,

One thousand and eighty!

This is not doubled, nor ten times, but more than a hundred times!

After a long time, one person swallowed hard and reminded Hei Shou: "Daoyou Hei Shou, this result... is it wrong in the statistics..."

"Yes, it should be the formation that is wrong..." Other strong men also reacted one after another, thinking that this result must be wrong because of the formation.

"Yes, Daoyou Hei Shou, please check it."

And Hei Shou, with a bitter smile on his face, said: "This... To be honest, I have checked the formation three times just now, and I didn't find any problems."

"Maybe there is a problem with some hidden formation plates and runes, I will check it again..."

"One thousand and eighty, it's too exaggerated..."

As he said, he continued to pinch the formula to check the formation plate runes.

But at this moment, a voice interrupted him.

"No need to check, one thousand and eighty seats are real."

The voice was crisp and pleasant.

Hei Shou and other strong men subconsciously looked over and found that it was An Shuyao who had just stood up but did not speak.

"This girl... what do you mean? Now is not the time to lose your temper." Hei Shou said hurriedly.

"I admit that I was wrong to interrupt you before, but you don't have to lie to me with your eyes open.

An Shuyao smiled and said, "I am not against you, brother. If you don't believe me, ask other fellow Taoists, is this result of one thousand and eighty seats true?"

Hei Shou looked at others in surprise, "This... fellow Taoists..."

The others looked at Hei Shou and nodded in unison.

Hei Shou froze in place, and there seemed to be a thunder flashing in his mind: "This... are you serious?"

"Of course I am serious. "Sikong said seriously.

Jin Xiao also nodded: "I know this is hard to accept, but Brother Hei Shou, we really saw it with our own eyes."

"Alas..."

Hei Shou said incoherently: "But how did they achieve 1,080 seats..."

An Shuyao smiled mysteriously: "Why don't you ask the real master?"

Hei Shou's body was shocked, and then he remembered that the achievement of 1,080 seats was created by people, and he could directly ask the person who created the achievement.

"I wonder which Taoist friend has achieved the achievement of 1,080 seats, can you come out and explain it to us?"

Hei Shou, as well as the people behind him, all looked at the people of the spirit race expectantly.

The eyes swept over An Shuyao, Sikong, Huang Siyuan, Byron, Zhou Yaoqiao...

But no one responded to them.

But the next moment,

They saw An Shuyao turned around and said to one person with a smile: "Daoyou Li, do you want to explain to the Taoist friends how the 1,080 seats were achieved?"

"Ah! "

Everyone screamed in their hearts at the same time and started to go crazy!

What the hell!

Why is it him!

It's the person who was collectively mocked just now!

It's him who completed the record of 1,080!!

Ahhhhh, what should I do? How should I start? ! !

The scene was very embarrassing.

All the strong men had ugly faces, full of embarrassment.

Because just now, under the leadership of Hei Shou, they almost collectively laughed at Li Qingyun...

Of course, the one with the ugliest face was Hei Shou.

At this time, his eyes twitched wildly, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly: "This... I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect that this fellow Taoist created the record of 1,080. I was really disrespectful just now..."

Li Qingyun nodded gently: "It doesn't matter. After all, everyone present is a cultivator who is stronger than me. You can teach me a few words, and I will listen. ”

Being attacked by what they said, everyone present suffered 10,000 critical hits.

The heart, like a needle prick.

"Daoyou, Daoyou, don't say that, isn't that a misunderstanding..."

"Yes, yes, you hide so deeply, who knows you are so powerful..."

"We are just joking with you, no malice."

Everyone endured the pain of being ridiculed and began to practice Tai Chi to explain.

Li Qingyun: "Oh."

Everyone, once again suffered 10,000 critical hits, and their hearts, like toothpicks, hurt even more.

It was unbearable.

Hei Shou tried his best to organize his expression, and stepped forward to ask Li Qingyun: "Daoyou, can you explain to us how the result of 1,080 seats was obtained..."

Li Qingyun: "No."

Hei Shou: "I..."

Once again suffered 10,000 critical hits, and the heart was as painful as two toothpicks pricked together.

"I apologize to Daoyou. "

Hei Shou clasped his hands together and bowed to Li Qingyun: "I apologize to you for my previous neglect. Please forgive me."

Li Qingyun saw that Hei Shou's apology was quite sincere, and he hummed softly: "Yes."

Hei Shou continued to ask: "Can you tell me what I've been waiting for?"

"How did you achieve this result of 1,080?"

Li Qingyun had no expression on his face and said lightly:

"The reason is very simple."

"Because there are only 1,080 pavilions in your secret realm of the Underworld Palace."

The moment this sentence appeared.

Not only did everyone present fall silent, but even the air seemed to freeze.

Everyone's ears echoed with what Li Qingyun had just said.

Because there are only one thousand and eighty pavilions...

Only...

Heart, it hurts like a thousand sticks piercing my heart...

...

...

Half an hour later.

After eating their fill and being shocked, many strong men who came to help waved goodbye to Hei Shou and left Qingzhou.

King Anlan said goodbye to Hei Shou: "Fellow Daoist Hei Shou, the competition task of the four clans' Tianjiao is very close, and we have to rush to the next competition, so we can't drink with you."

"See you next time, I will definitely drink with you."

Hei Shou nodded: "Fellow Daoist Anlan has the task of the priest group, and I naturally understand."

"Just..."

He secretly glanced at Li Qingyun in the crowd: "Just Daoist Fellow, are you sure... there is still a need for the four clans' Tianjiao to continue the competition?"

King Anlan: "..."

"Goodbye!"

Turned and left.

Hei Shou: "..."

"Daoyou, calm down, Daoyou, calm down."

King Anlan ignored him and signaled to the four clans' geniuses. They all used their flying magic weapons, soared into the air, and left Qingzhou.

Hei Shou looked at King Anlan's back, raised his right hand and hesitated to speak:

"Alas... I was just telling the truth..."

"Why are you still angry?"

Boom!

The magic weapon called by the Hades suddenly activated, making a huge noise, and left with a bang.

Hei Shou: "..."

It's over, I complained and was heard.

I split.