The three of them used washing socks as a wager.
Whoever has fewer battle achievements has to wash for the others.
Seeing that Liao Qing won, Meng Chuan nodded silently.
This monk is usually low-key and unobtrusive.
But his strength is the opposite, truly impressive.
As for the wager among the three monks, why didn't they include him?
How could they compare with him?
They weren't foolish after all...
"How much, Brother Meng?"
After Liao Hai asked, the eyes of the remaining two monks all turned towards him, full of curiosity.
In the demon nest, especially when they first entered.
At that time, when the Celestial Demon Alliance Army blocked the entrance, Meng Chuan was like a madman on the battlefield...
"I guess... twenty thousand?"
Liao Hai wondered.
Liao Chen waved his hand and said disdainfully:
"That's too little. The Buddha thinks at least twenty-five thousand."
"From what this humble monk sees, it's at least thirty thousand points!"
Liao Qing said loudly.
