Yipindan is just a matter of waving his hand for Wu Meng, and there is no difficulty at all. Therefore, the speed of her refining was very fast, and she had refined a furnace in less than two quarters of an hour, and it was usually the best of the best.

In this regard, Wu Meng has long been sad and joyless. handed over the pill, and went to draw a lot, it was still a pinpin, and then it was a pinpin, and it was still a pinpin. Ten furnaces have been refined in a row, all of which are one product.

Wu Meng frowned, how can they all be a good product? Won't all of this lottery holder be a first product? As soon as this idea came out, a spiritual light crossed Wu Meng's mind, "Housekeeper take a look at the pills in this lottery holder are all one product?"

The stick holder is isolated from the divine sense, but it can't be isolated from the housekeeper's scanning, and even if it is isolated from the scan, you can still let the nanobot take a look.

"Yes!" The housekeeper's speed was fast, and the voice fell and sounded again, "Meng Meng, Meng Meng, you are right, all of them are one product." ”

'It's all one product?' Wu Meng's face suddenly changed. Although it has not been publicly said what the proportion of Danfang in this is, it is absolutely impossible for all of them to be of the same quality. I didn't expect that someone's hand was so long that he could reach into the sect.

So she drew the first round of Sipindan, whether it was also arranged. Is it because seeing her refining the Pulp Cleansing Pill so well, she feels that the Four Pins Pill is embarrassed and doesn't talk about her, so she changed her strategy again?

Who is it?

Is it Wen Linghua? Wu Meng suddenly thought of the fact that she was framed for embezzling ink spiritual liquid when she participated in the sect's mission three and a half years ago. At that time, the person in charge of Wen was Wen Linghua. So is there something to do this time?

Wu Meng was thinking, and suddenly an impatient voice sounded. "Is there a lottery or not?" said the monk in charge of the drawing.

Hearing this, Wu Meng raised his head and looked this monk up and down, with a medium appearance, ordinary people who were thrown into the crowd could not be found, wearing the blue and white disciple clothes of the outer disciples. This is a very ordinary outer disciple. It's just that there was a strange light in his eyes, and Wu Meng lowered his eyes slightly to look at his hand that was a little white because he was holding the bamboo stick hard.

There's something wrong with this man!

Wu Meng was even more sure that he was calculated.

This disciple was a little uneasy by Wu Meng, and because he had already done something wrong, he was even more worried in his heart. In order to hide the uneasiness in his heart, he Taisha shouted, "Look at what you see! If you don't smoke, give it to others." ”

Wu Meng was not annoyed, but smiled, "Are you sure you want other people to draw the lot in this lotter?" When he said this, Wu Meng's hand had already pressed the lottery, in case this person took the opportunity to change it.

"What do you mean?" the man was shocked, and forced himself to calm down, but he himself did not notice a flaw in his voice.

The corners of Wu Meng's mouth are slightly hooked, and sure enough, people who are thieves are easy to show flaws. "I've smoked 10 times in a row, and I'm thinking, will this lottery be full of Yipindan?"

Sure enough, after the other party heard this, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes that could not be ignored. "Hehe, how is that possible. This stick holder is made by Dandian, and there are one to four products. However, one of them has the most, so it's normal for you to draw 10 times. ”

As he spoke, he wanted to take back the holder. But Wu Meng's hand was pressed on the stick.

"Really, but I still feel that something is wrong, what should I do?" Wu Meng's subordinates pressed the stick holder on the table even harder. They looked at each other with bright smiles.

Wu Meng and the other party's ink naturally caused dissatisfaction in the queue behind. After all, time is of the essence.

"That's what you're doing, hurry up and smoke it!"

"yes, we're all in a hurry, if you don't smoke it, you can let us smoke it first. ”

The denunciations continued, Wu Meng smiled apologetically at them, and said loudly, "Elders, the disciple suspects that someone has done something on the lottery!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent, and they all looked at Wu Meng.

"What's the matter!" the elder on the judges' bench looked at Wu Meng with displeasure.

The monk in charge of drawing lots was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Elder, this person is deliberately making trouble! He himself is unlucky, and after drawing Yipindan ten times, he feels that someone is doing tricks!" His hand tried hard to pull away the lotter, but Wu Meng's strength was greater.

Wu Meng glanced at him with a sneer, he was so uncontrollable, it was really the life of cannon fodder. He looked at the elders earnestly. "Elders, the disciples suspect that someone has tampered with the lottery. ”

The elder's face was a little bad when he heard this, after all, whether it was true or not, he was slapping Dandian's face.

"You say someone has tampered with the sticks, and what evidence is there?" said one of the rich-looking middle-aged monks.

"The proof is this holder. Wu Meng looked at the stick holder that his subordinates were pressing. The monk in charge of drawing lots was even more panicked, his mind was a little unstable, and he grabbed the lottery holder with both hands. However, Wu Meng had already taken precautions and used spiritual power. "What are you doing?

Wu Meng's voice was very soft and soft, but it was like a basin of cold water, poured on his head, making him sober up instantly, and after realizing his behavior, he suddenly panicked, quickly took away his two hands, and took two steps back, as if he was in a hurry to get rid of the relationship with this lotter.

Seeing this, Wu Meng couldn't help but sympathize with the other party, and his heart quality was so poor, so he shouldn't do bad things in public.

The people present are all human spirits, and there is something they don't understand when they see this scene.

"Elders, here is the evidence! Wu Meng walked directly to the elders with the sticker holder and poured the bamboo stick on the table. He added, "The signs of this lottery holder are all Yipindan." There is no need for her to say the next words, these old people naturally know what is going on.

"How can this be reasonable! He is so bold and dares to do such a dirty thing in my sect, and this matter must be strictly investigated. Come on, drag that rebellious person down and interrogate him severely!" said the head of the elder.

"Yes!" the man in black who had never known what appeared from there took off the disciple who was in charge of drawing lots from before.

The elder said, "But now that the sect is in the middle of the big competition, it should be mainly based on the big competition, and it will be dealt with after the big competition." Senior Brother Baiyun, what do you think?"

"Well, no problem, as long as no one is doing anything on my holder. Wu Meng nodded, she didn't want to waste her time.

"Senior Brother Baiyun, don't worry!" the elder said. "Now keep playing. ”

"Retire!" Wu Meng arched his hand and turned to leave.

"Wait!" A clear voice came, Wu Meng turned around, and looked at the owner of the voice, dressed in white, handsome. It's this inner disciple. To be able to stand on the judges' bench is at least Jindan.

"What's the matter?" Since he is an inner disciple, he is a generation younger.

"How did you find out that the sticker was tampered with? Is it just that you smoked Yipindan 10 times?" he looked at Wu Meng with questioning eyes.

When the elders heard this, their originally angry hearts calmed down, and their heads returned to thinking. Yes, it's normal to smoke 10 times of Yipindan! It's not uncommon for some unlucky people to smoke 20 times.

So their gaze at Wu Meng also turned into questioning.