"Wow, why didn't Xiao Xuan think of it?" Yue Xiaoxuan skillfully ordered another one, and under the action of Yue's gentle spiritual power, it bottomed out again.

The people present couldn't help twitching the corners of their mouths, is this still a stick of incense? It's obviously only three breaths, okay?

I've never seen such a pit person.

Everyone's eyes fell on Song Ren, looking at the increasingly pale face, they couldn't help but feel pity.

As long as people who have dealt with Song Ren know that he is a person, not only very forbearant but also very calculating, insidious and cunning.

The reason why Ximen Mad took a fancy to the Song family was because of Song Ren's shrewd head.

I didn't expect such a shrewd person to be so miserable by a milk treasure.

At this time, the small wooden sticks in front of Yue Xiaoxuan had already been piled up, not to mention four or five thousand.

And Master Shi, their faces were still as pale as paper, as if their spiritual power had not recovered much at all.

In the blink of an eye, it was a night, Yue Xiaoxuan was holding a short incense in her hand, blowing with her cheeks, there was no fatigue on her face, and her black and white eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

"10,000, mother, we have earned 90 billion gold." Yue Xiaoxuanle blossomed, "With Uncle Ximen's 30 billion, we have 120 billion." ”

"Xiao Xuan, the incense is almost gone!" The moon gently conveyed spiritual power, unhurriedly.

"Don't worry, mother, Xiao Xuan's inventory is sufficient, and it's no problem to make a trillion."

Yue Xiaoxuan's excited voice tightly bound Song Ren as if it had become a spell.

The Ximen family can't take out 30 billion, how can he take out 90 billion in the Song family?

Not to mention a trillion?

What to do!

Song Ren fell into deep anxiety, he kept pacing in the stands, muttering unconsciously.

"It can't go on any longer."

He suddenly raised his head, his figure flashed into the ring, and his feet stomped suddenly.

"Puff"

The intermediate array mages who were originally sitting cross-legged in the ring to recover their spiritual power spat blood one after another and woke up.

This face seems to be even more ugly than before.

"Master Song, you ......" Master Shi didn't expect that someone would disturb their spiritual power.

Originally, it was just an excessive consumption of mental power, but now it has become a traumatic mental power.

"Wouldn't it be nice to let you recover a little? Why don't you wake up for a long time? Song Ren interrupted the other party's words angrily, stared at the pile in front of Yue Xiaoxuan, and said, "Open your eyes and see clearly what the situation is now." ”

The mages' gazes swept in the direction of his finger.

Looking at the wooden sticks stacked in front of Yue Xiaoxuan, his face became even more ugly.

"How can there be so many?" Master Shi couldn't hide the shock on his face.

Song Ren's face turned blue and white for a while, he suddenly rolled up the incense in front of Yue Xiaoxuan, and said: "This kind of incense is also blessed and burned with spiritual power, how can there be so much time for one day and one night?" ”

Master Shi looked at the short incense in his hand and suddenly petrified.

"Mother, the big villain snatched the last incense of Xiao Xuan." Yue Xiaoxuan bit her sleeve, tears in her eyes.

"The last one?" Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, and her tone was slightly raised.

"Hmm!" Yue Xiaoxuan nodded vigorously, "Actually, Xiaoxuan only has 10,000 short incense sticks, all of which have been used up, and he is about to take out the long incense of the pit father." ”

"The last one? Is this the last short incense? Song Ren's face became hideous, and he suddenly clenched his fist, and the short incense in his hand suddenly turned into shatters.