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Chapter 721

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Time flew like an arrow.

Unknowingly, it had been half a month since Tetragon appeared on the stage for the first time in the Immortal One Area.

In the past half a month, this kind of thing happened every day in the City of Immortals. Of course, the most important thing was undoubtedly Tetragon's undefeated feat in the Wanxian League. In the past half a month, the arena in the Immortal One Area was full of people every time. The audience that could accommodate millions of people was at least twice as crowded.

The Grand Competition, which was originally distributed in countless venues throughout the city, was now concentrated in one place. The once spectacular arena had become narrow.

However, compared with the enthusiasm of people from all walks of life in the City of Immortals, the record of the Wanxian League was really terrible.

In the past half a month, they were defeated again and again. During this period, they couldn't even make a comeback!

Of course, at this time, people didn't know that according to the agreement between Tetragon and the Wanxian League, as long as the Wanxian League could win even one match, it would be a complete victory … However, the current situation was too embarrassing and ugly.

During this period, the Wanxian League had to deal with protests from all sides. In the face of people's angry questioning, they had to find excuses to shirk. At the same time, they had to constantly consult with the association to discuss new public opinion measures …

Trifling matters like these left everyone in a terrible state of anxiety. And Wang Lu, who was in the center of the vortex, was the first to bear the brunt. The problems that needed to be solved by him piled up like a mountain every day.

However, for the secretaries who worked with Wang Lu, their life in the past half a month was orderly, and the pressure was far less heavy than it seemed to others.

Because Wang Lu looked very relaxed. In the past half a month, even if something big happened, it was difficult to see even the slightest bit of worry on his face. It was as if he had a well-thought-out plan, and when he began to deal with the problem, he was also methodically and methodically.

With such a leader taking the lead, even if the work was busy and tense, it would not be tiring. In this regard, the secretaries were really convinced.

Among them, even the ones with the worst backgrounds were geniuses and elites from mid-rank sects. They were the center of attention in their sects. However, at this time, these sect elites had put down their cultivation because of a single order from the organizing committee to deal with all kinds of low-level chores with Wang Lu … In fact, this could easily arouse the frustration and injustice in their hearts. However, after witnessing Wang Lu's working attitude, they had to admit that they were impressed.

Wang Lu's way of doing things might not be the most brilliant. There was no lack of talents among the secretaries who were good at handling documents and handling affairs, but his mentality and boldness were hard to be compared to. He is just a King Pill Cultivator who has been cultivating for no more than thirty years, but he is calmer than most of the Perfected Cultivators in the Heavenly Sage Hall … In the past half a month, the Organizing Committee has been under so much pressure that many seniors and elders are worried, but Wang Lu is always as gentle and calm as a spring breeze.

In fact, the reason for his calmness was simple.

Wang Lu had long given up on this match.

"At this point, it doesn't matter whether I win or lose the Grand Competition."

This sentence was what Wang Lu said to himself half a month ago. So far, he had only mentioned it to a few people, not even to Hetu Daoren.

Because at this time, the Grand Competition had affected countless people. Although the form had changed dramatically, in most people's view, no matter how the form changed, as long as they won, the Wanxian League could fully accept the Tombs of Immortals and get the support of Dixian … The immortal cultivation world of Nine Regions would enter a new golden age.

Not many people could resist such a temptation. People's desire was like an unstoppable torrent, which could only roll forward naturally. During this period, anyone who tried to stop it would be crushed to pieces.

Of course, Wang Lu didn't want to be crushed to pieces, so he still did his superficial work in an orderly manner. And in the face of public doubts, such as why he refused to participate in the competition in person for half a month? Why did the previous unstoppable momentum suddenly disappear? Was it because of his personal relationship with Dixian? And in case of a failure, what should he do? Wang Lu's uniform answer was: no comment.

In fact, in the past half a month, the focus of Wang Lu's work had long changed.

Tetragon.

Of course, Tetragon was actually the focus of the entire Wanxian League. However, while the Wanxian League was thinking about how to defeat her, Wang Lu was thinking about how to further understand her. Of course, from another perspective, no matter who won the match, as long as they could defeat Tetragon, the result would be the same. However, what Wang Lu thought was even further than this.

The more he knew about her, the more Wang Lu found that she was a wonderful person. There were so many secrets hidden in her that people couldn't help but want to unravel them.

For example, the first secret: What was Tetragon doing in the past half a month?

In most people's view, she appeared on time every day in the Immortal One Area, won the competition in succession with unpredictable means, and suppressed the entire Wanxian League.

But in Wang Lu's view, Tetragon was clearly absent-minded in the past half a month. Although she did appear on the field, her mind had long drifted outside. It was a pity that her ability to borrow supernatural power was too strong. Even if she was distracted, she was still invincible on the field. In the past half a month, she defeated countless masters in a row. This absent-mindedness was well hidden. If Wang Lu hadn't traveled hand in hand with her and had a certain understanding of each other, it would have been difficult to find the abnormality. And a few practitioners with good eyesight in the Wanxian League might have seen something unusual, but they might not dare to believe their own guesses.

On such an occasion, she dared to be distracted? How many people would believe such a thing?

Wang Lu would. He was now very curious about what Tetragon was thinking.

Secondly, what was the principle behind Tetragon's ability to borrow other people's supernatural power? How could she casually use other people's things? How could there be such an overbearing supernatural power in the world!? Even if she was the King of Dixian, and the whole world belonged to the King … there must be a premise: the person whose supernatural power was borrowed must recognize her royal power. And if this was the case … in the past half a month, many of her victories were very thought-provoking, because the supernatural power she borrowed was really strange.

Thirdly, Tetragon's attitude towards Xuan Mo and the others was a bit unreasonable. As for Xuan Mo and her group of exiled opposition members, they were obviously feeling a little guilty. This made people even more curious. What were they feeling guilty about? Did they do something wrong, or did they have an accident? At the same time, more than half a month ago, when Tetragon had just been Resuscitation, his overbearing power left a deep impression, and his posture when he killed Jiesaurus with his bare hands was really powerful. But after that, Tetragon stopped and never chased after the rebels in her eyes. What was the reason? Was it because he was injured at that time and consumed too much energy?

Fourthly, the question that extended from Tetragon's secret was: what was Black doing? As the biggest enemy of the Wanxian League before Tetragon's Resuscitation, Black once received the highest level of attention from Wang Lu. He led a team of secretaries headed by Hai Yunfan to conduct a comprehensive analysis and research on Black, and determined this person's ability and threat.

But after Tetragon's Resuscitation, Black fled with serious injuries and stopped. Although it could also be explained that he was seriously injured by Tetragon and could not act freely. However, Wang Lu always felt that with Black's means, he should not have lost so quickly and so thoroughly. And if he was secretly brewing a comeback, then his existence must not be ignored at this time. Black was likely to become the core of the next change in the situation.

The above four questions were the focus of Wang Lu's thinking for half a month. Of course, there was no conclusion at present, but Wang Lu had found some clues.

In the next half a month, he believed that he should be able to find some answers.



No matter how good or bad the world was, life always had to go on, and business always had to be done.

For the businessmen in the City of Immortals, this sentence was the best portrayal of today.

After the change in the form of the Grand Competition, the ones who were most affected were actually these businessmen.

Although those contestants were the most directly impacted, their daily training basically remained unchanged. Although most of them could not appear on the stage, in the current situation, it was a good thing that they did not appear on the stage …

Only the businessmen seemed to have been struck by a bolt from the blue. The Organizing Committee issued an order to greatly change the format of the Grand Competition, but how could the businessmen recover their early investment?

Of course, the Organizing Committee would not make any compensation. Of course, there was also a reason for not making any compensation. When businessmen took advantage of the Grand Competition to make money, the Organizing Committee did not raise the price of taxes and rents. Now that the situation had changed and the business lost money, naturally, there was no reason to make compensation.

Wasn't the risk and benefit of doing business coexisting? After enjoying the benefits before, now it was time to take the risk.

Of course, at any time, there would always be a few geniuses among businessmen who could go against the current and make a lot of money when others lost.

For example, a large business that had recently risen in less than a few months, once again became the winner who had the last laugh in the astonishment of countless people.

"Boss Shu, this time, your shop is going to become the number one shop in the City of Immortals. When the new shop opens, don't forget to invite your brothers for a drink."

"What are you talking about, Boss Ma? You are a highly respected senior, don't flatter me to death …"

While the businessmen were toasting each other. Shu Si was suddenly in a trance. He felt that everything in front of him was so unreal.

The fat old Ma, who was trying to flatter him, was a famous big shot in the business under the Mysterious Sky Mansion. He was born as a mortal, but he had a firm foothold in the immortal cultivation world. Now, with the help of a Twelve Layer Spirit Root Powder and a steady stream of medicinal pills, he had become a Daoist Master of King Pill, which made countless cultivators envious.

Accompanying Old Ma was Wen Fangbo, a businessman who was once insufferably arrogant in the City of Immortals. He had two daughters who were as beautiful as fairies, and each of them had a good marriage. However, now his business was in jeopardy, and even the marriage contract had been returned. He was really dispirited. Fortunately, Old Ma was loyal enough to reach out and pull him up. Now, at the banquet, he had become a guest.

And he … had become a big shot who was qualified to drink at the same table with many celebrities and rich businessmen? And this was just because he had been acting honestly according to someone's instructions.

Dead Face, you … who the hell are you?

(Let me tell you, the warship girl Sheng Jianri, after unremitting efforts, finally got out of Richelieu. Here is the metaphysics formula: 40050650130. Good luck to everyone.)

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