The chaos in the Lingyun Sect lasted for a good ten minutes until the senior brother, with superior skills, finally won the portion of braised chicken rice, albeit with a few injuries inflicted by his junior brothers.
Seeing the triumphant expressions of Zhang Menglong and others, they finally realized they had been tricked! Such a low-level strategy would never have fooled them under normal circumstances. But in this tired and hungry state, who could keep their brain as calm as before?
"Senior brother, it's my fault."
"Junior brother, it's the senior brother's fault!"
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"Brother Zhang, I never thought in my life that a portion of rice could push people to such an extent."
For a portion of rice, the Lingyun Sect disciples ended up with three seriously injured and more than twenty lightly injured, almost matching the effect of a bomb.
