Refining divine pills, controlling divine beasts, and the useless lady is so cool

Mu Qingli bowed to him and said, "I just entered the second floor today."

The leader of the Flying Tiger Gang nodded. Compared with their strength, this speed was considered average. Knowing that they were not lagging behind, the leader of the Flying Tiger Gang finally felt relieved.

After everyone gathered, Mu Qingli casually glanced at everyone.

There are ten gangs in the Exotic Forest. The Eagle Gang and the Iron Ox Gang are the two top gangs. Each gang has about three hundred people. Their strength is above the Spirit Saint, but few are above the third level of Spirit Saint. Their gang leaders are all at the first level of Spirit Emperor.

The Flying Tiger Gang and the other two gangs are medium-sized gangs, with about 400 people in each gang. There are about 50 Spirit Saints in each gang, but almost all of them are first- or second-level, and the gang leaders are all fifth-level Spirit Saints.

The remaining five gangs are the lowest forces. They have a large number of people but are weak in strength. Their leaders have barely stepped into the realm of spiritual saints.

After having a general understanding of these forces, Mu Qingli also had a rough idea in his mind.

"Everyone, the quarterly evaluation is coming up again. This time it's our Eagle Gang's turn to be counted. We are the first place winner."

The person who said this was the leader of the Eagle Gang. His tone was very arrogant, and he showed a hint of gloating when he looked at the leader of the Iron Ox Gang.

The leader of the Tieniu Gang snorted coldly, but did not refute.

The Eagle Gang leader continued speaking.

"Second place is the Iron Ox Gang, third place is the Hundred Flowers Gang, fourth place is the Flying Tiger Gang, and fifth place is the Full Moon Gang..."

When the leader of the Flying Tiger Gang heard that his ranking was actually behind the Hundred Flowers Gang, his eyes became a little gloomy.

The leader of the Baihua Gang was standing near the leader of the Feihu Gang. Seeing his expression, he gloated, "Oh, how did we get third place? Brother Zhao, I'm so sorry!"

The leader of the Flying Tiger Gang, Zhao Jianren, heard the taunts from the Hundred Flowers Gang leader and gritted his teeth. "Mei Liangxin, don't think I don't know what tricks you've pulled. You beat me once with those little tricks, and you can beat me a second time?"

Mei Liangxin picked up the fan and covered his mouth with it: "Zhao Jianren, look at your expression, it looks like I'm bullying you. Hurry up and put it away. No matter how unwilling I am, I am still third."

Zhao Jianren's face twitched twice, and his drooping fingers clenched into fists. However, he didn't know what he was thinking about, so he endured it and instead revealed a suspicious smile:

"Mei Liangxin, our two gangs haven't fought for a long time. Do you want to have a fight?"

Mei Liangxin showed suspicion on his face. According to him, Zhao Jianren should not do this. Could it be that he had come up with some new way to harm people?

However, Mei Liangxin also smiled like a fox: "Tell me how you want to compete?"

Zhao Jianren naturally saw through Mei Liangxin's subtle thoughts and immediately revealed his sincerity: "Don't worry, there is absolutely no conspiracy or trickery. We just recruited a few new people and want them to compete with you."

Mei Liangxin looked Zhao Jianren up and down. Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, he readily agreed: "It's a deal, just like before, life or death! The loser will also give the defeated party ten bottles of pills."

Zhao Jianren glanced back at Mu Qingli and the others, called them over, explained the situation to them, and asked, "I want you to fight one of them. Do you have the confidence?"

Zhao Jianren narrowed his eyes and looked very dangerous, as if he didn't want to hear the rejection from Mu Qingli and the others.

Mu Qingli cursed him in his heart, calling him an old fox, but Nian Shang obediently agreed: "We are new here, for the honor of the gang, we naturally have to go forward and give it a try."

However, from the angle that Mei Liangxin could see, Mu Qingli showed a hint of fear appropriately, which immediately pleased Mei Liangxin.

Mei Liangxin cursed them in his heart for being soft, but he looked at Zhao Jianren in surprise: "Brother Zhao, where did you get these people? They all look so heroic. I have to go back and make some arrangements..."

Although Zhao Jianren did not look happy, he looked down on Mei Liangxin even more because he had obtained 7 powerful spiritual saints for nothing.

Although the Flying Tiger Gang failed to defeat the Hundred Flowers Gang this quarter, he firmly believed that with the addition of Mu Qingli and others, he would definitely return to third place in the next quarter.

As for the bet with Mei Liangxin, he naturally would not let Mu Qingli and the others lose. He had plenty of ways.

The bet was hastily decided and the time was scheduled for the next day.

This gathering is certainly not just a simple announcement of the rankings. The gang that organizes this gathering is eligible to levy "taxes" on other gangs.

Zhao Jianren handed over half of the elixirs accumulated by the gang with great reluctance. After returning to the gang, he was furious.

After his anger subsided, he asked someone to call Mu Qingli over and stared at them with gloomy eyes: "You must win tomorrow's competition!"

Mu Qingli immediately lowered his head and nodded in agreement.

Seeing how obedient they were, Zhao Jianren snorted coldly and took out a box from his space bag: "Take this before the competition. It will increase your strength in a short period of time."

He handed the box to Mu Qingli, obviously realizing that Mu Qingli was the leader among them.

Mu Qingli took the box without hesitation and thanked him: "Don't worry, Gang Leader. We will definitely win. It's not only for our lives, but also for the reputation of our gang."

Zhao Jianren was delighted to hear this. He waved his hand and made another promise: "Don't worry, as long as you help me well, I won't treat you unfairly. I will give you a bottle of the elixir that comes tomorrow."

Mu Qingli already knew that medicinal pills were extremely valuable here, so he immediately expressed his gratitude: "Master, you are so kind to us! Don't worry, we will not let you down."

Zhao Jianren closed his eyes, perhaps because he was tired or something, and asked someone to take Mu Qingli and the others out.

The person who led them was an old acquaintance - Meng Feng.

At this moment, he said with some envy: "You are really lucky. Not long after joining the gang, you often see the gang leader. I have been here for three years and have only met him alone twice."

Mu Qingli smiled and changed the subject: "We have just arrived not long ago and don't have a place to live yet. How can we get a place to live here?"

Meng Feng's eyes rolled around: "You can build it yourself, or you can buy something else, but I have a house. The previous owner of this house died some time ago, and I got the house. You all want it, so I can sell it to you at a low price."

Mu Qingli raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is this house big? How much does it cost?"

Meng Feng glanced around cunningly, and when he saw no one else was around, he gestured, "There are eight rooms in this house, one is enough for each of you. I'm selling them very cheaply, just one bottle of Saint-level medicine."

Mu Qingli's face seemed to be filled with disbelief, and he raised his voice slightly: "Saint-level pill?"

Meng Feng panicked when he heard her voice. He glanced around nervously and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no one was paying attention to them. "Shh, keep your voice down. If it doesn't work, we can talk about it later."