Chapter 620

"This plan is very clever."

Facing everyone's praise, Xu Jie was calm.

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't say anything to those bald donkeys; it was all their own ideas."

This hand of empty-handed white wolf was played truly beautifully.

It not only solved the problem of ingredients but also had nothing to do with the Dao One Sect at all.

As for giving them a quota for competition, that didn't need to be cared about at all.

Anyway, what Xu Jie said was just giving them a chance to compete, but whether they could eat or not, that couldn't be guaranteed.

If your skills are inferior to others, then you can only blame yourself.

And to this, the Dao One Sect disciples had absolute confidence.

You look at the disciples of the Kumu Nunnery and you'll know; until now, except for Xiuling, who has eaten?

Their strength is still too weak, with no threat at all.

Even if the Putuo Temple disciples' strength is stronger, under the same realm, the Divine Sword Peak disciples have many ways to handle them.

So this is equivalent to doing nothing, and those bald donkeys will send ingredients continuously by themselves.

In a good mood, on the other side, the many disciples who left the Dao One Sect's encampment in a hurry had already arrived at the Putuo Temple's cowshed.

It was located at the very edge of the Putuo Temple, and usually, no one cared about it; after all, a group of ordinary plow oxen, to cultivators, was completely not worth mentioning.

Early in the morning, the several miscellaneous disciples responsible for managing the cowshed were repeating their daily routine work.

Their talent was not high, and they were destined not to have any great achievements in this life, unless they encountered a great opportunity.

In the Putuo Temple, they also belonged to the most marginal figures.

They were busy, when suddenly, a large group of Senior Brothers, and even elders, poured in overwhelmingly.

A group of miscellaneous disciples, when had they ever seen such a battle formation, immediately put down their work and saluted respectfully.

"Greetings, Elder."

"Greetings, Senior Brothers."

As for the crowd, looking at the plow oxen they usually disliked, their eyes were shining at this moment.

It was these plow oxen, perhaps out of animal instinct, that felt danger for the first time.

Moo...

This group of guys is not coming with good intentions; look at those eyes, look at those corners of their mouths, their drool is about to flow out.

"Cough, this seat wants to borrow a plow ox."

"What?"