However, there is not much difference between two sticks of incense and one stick of incense.
The Soul Realm Royal Family has no sincerity at all, but the forces of all parties have stopped and the situation has not continued to escalate. For a dragon soul grass, it is not worth it. What's more, the Soul Realm Royal Family also gave in symbolically, which is considered as giving face.
While Zhao Fan was waiting boredly for the announcement to begin, a voice from his soul drifted into his ears, "Let's get to know each other?"
"Um?"
With a thought, Zhao Fan sensed the source of the voice. It was the young man who was all white and without a single color. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Zhao Fan is a casual cultivator in the late Xuan Stage."
"Jiang Wuye, a casual cultivator on the ground level."
The white boy also imitated Zhao Fan's framework of accepting my introduction and said something.
"Jiang Wuye?"
Zhao Fan smiled and said: "Brother Jiang, if we are facing each other in the semi-finals, remember to play it safe."
"Brother Zhao is joking." Jiang Wuye's next words made Zhao Fan's pupils tremble suddenly, "Although it appears that he is in the late stage of the Xuan Stage, such a terrifying soul power amplitude is already comparable to the peak of the middle stage of the Earth Stage. ?”
"How did you find out?" Zhao Fan looked at the white boy in horror. Was he actually seen through? Unfortunately, I thought that my disguise was so clever that I could hide it from all the Earth-level peaks outside the venue, but I was completely stripped away by a quasi-Earth-level person!
"I was a little unsure at first, but now it seems that it is true."
Jiang Wuye said with emotion in his eyes: "I used to think that in terms of soul talent, in the entire Yuan Realm, I dared to be the second, and no one dared to be the first. I didn't expect that it was me who was ignorant. At least, I am not as good as you now. .Brother Zhao, how about making a deal?"
"If you have anything to say, just tell me. If you can impress me, I might consider it." Zhao Fan looked at the other party with some vigilance. This feeling was so unpleasant, being seen through, but not being able to see through the other party.
"Um."
Jiang Wuye stared at the nine-color light shield in the middle of the battle area. That was where the Dragon Soul Grass was. The one who won the championship would get it. Immediately, Jiang Wuye continued to send a message and said: "I came to participate in the battle for Dragon Soul Grass. My purpose is not to fight for the entire Dragon Soul Grass, but just for a random root of it."
He said thoughtfully: "So, there should be no conflict between our interests. One less root will have no impact on the numerical value of the increase in soul power amplitude. Even if it does, it will be insignificant. If nothing else happens, we will face each other in the semifinals.”
Zhao Fan understood, and he asked tentatively: "You mean, there is no need to fight, you give up, I will enter the finals, and I will leave a root of Dragon Soul Grass for you?"
"right."
Jiang Wuye nodded and said, "Only in this way can we achieve a win-win situation."
"What good does that do to me?" Zhao Fan said with a smile: "If we fight normally, I am confident that I can beat you."
Although he couldn't see through Jiang Wuye, he didn't feel any pressure from him.
"Now I am indeed no match for you." After Jiang Wuye admitted it unabashedly, he said analytically: "But my true combat power, even if it cannot reach the peak of the middle earth level, is still barely close. You and I If you fight with all your strength and fight for a while, the price that will follow will come, Brother Zhao, you won’t be clear about it.”
After Zhao Fan heard this, as if he had expected the former to say this, he snapped his fingers and said, "Deal, but Brother Jiang, you probably can't trust me, a stranger."
Jiang Wuye said with great courage: "I believe in Brother Zhao's character, so I just bet on my own vision and admit it even if I am wrong."
Zhao Fan's eyes were greatly surprised. He originally thought that the other party would add insurance measures, such as swearing, to ensure that there would be no deviation in the transaction, but he did not expect that it was really a verbal agreement.
Not only that, Jiang Wuye's true combat power also surprised Zhao Fan. In the Yuan Realm, besides himself, there are such monsters that defy the sky. The Quasi-Earth Level has reached the peak level near the middle of the Earth Level. Got it!
"make a deal."
Zhao Fan didn't stop talking nonsense. The other party was so happy. If he kept talking nonsense, he would look petty.
Then, Jiang Wuye revealed: "According to the information I have, the thirteenth young prince of the soul domain royal family, with the help of many external objects, the combat power is barely comparable to the strength of the middle-level earth level. Therefore, if you want to win the Dragon Soul Grass, I hope Brother Zhao will be mentally prepared as soon as possible."
Zhao Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. This and what senior sister Su Meiyu analyzed was not only the first time, but also too big. Before, the ultimate power of the thirteenth young prince was judged to be the peak of the early earth level, but now it has reached the middle level of the earth level. .
Zhao Fan said calmly: "Brother Ganqing Jiang wants me to be in the limelight."
"Roughly the same."
Jiang Wuye shrugged his shoulders. If it weren't for Zhao Fan's appearance, he would have fought for a root of the Dragon Soul Grass in person at the risk of being "focused on" by the entire Yuan world. But now, there is a better one. Choices, and everyone gets what they need.
"That's fine."
Zhao Fan didn't have any dissatisfaction. After all, without this deal, he would have faced the white boy, and his true strength would have been exposed. To say the least, no matter what, he would have faced the Thirteenth Little Prince in the finals without revealing his rank. If you don't have enough strength in the mid-term, you won't be able to win the first place.
But now, at the cost of a root of the Dragon Soul Grass, there was one less fight, and the Thirteenth Young Prince was unable to prevent it in advance.
It’s not a loss.
However, Zhao Fan planned to get to know the white boy, so he smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Jiang, you said that I suffered such a big loss and hid you. Do I need to make some compensation?"
"Oh? What does Brother Zhao want?" Jiang Wuye's expression was as dull as an iron rooster.
"I want to know about you."
Zhao Fan said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "For example, your origin."
Jiang Wuye hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Brother Zhao may have never heard of the Lingxu Clan."
"Ling... Lingxu clan?"
Zhao Fan immediately rummaged through the inheritance messages. Immediately, the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably. There was indeed something about this race in it, but not much was mentioned.
The Lingxu tribe is a rare race. Until the destruction of the Beast Temple, the number of confirmed Lingxu tribe members was less than that of the Dragon Soul Grass. There were only seven in total!
But those seven are all extremely powerful.
However, some heaven-level saints have deduced more detailed information about the Lingxu Clan. One person in the Lingxu Clan is a clan.
What is this concept?
In other words, it is impossible for two or more Lingxu tribesmen to exist in the entire Yuan Realm at the same time.
The next Lingxu tribesman will not appear until one person dies, and it may not necessarily continue in time. It may be a seamless connection, or it may be separated by many eras or even time units of ten thousand years.
It is worth mentioning that the above does not mention the external characteristics of the Lingxu clan, and the last Lingxu clan fell half a million years ago...
"I have indeed never heard of the Lingxu Clan."
Zhao Fan shook his head to express his embarrassment. In order to avoid causing trouble, he planned to pretend not to know.
And Jiang Wuye had no doubts. After all, the other party's life force was only thirty years old, so it was impossible to know about the Lingxu clan. Moreover, the external characteristics of the Lingxu tribe are not exactly the same as snow-white. They have all kinds of characteristics. The only racial characteristics are in the soul.
"Brother Jiang, have you joined the force?"
Zhao Fan asked with a smile.
"Not yet." Jiang Wuye said solemnly: "I am a matter of the Lingxu Clan. It doesn't matter if Brother Zhao keeps it a secret, but please don't tell anyone about your strength, because I also know your true strength. There’s no point in hurting each other.”
"good."
Zhao Fan agreed immediately.
Apart from the ancient saints who stood at the top of the Yuan Realm, very few people in the Yuan Realm knew about the Lingxu Clan, so Jiang Wuye really didn't care. What's more, those former Lingxu clan members also provoked some terrible beings.
Just like that, the extra time of burning incense ended unknowingly.
The battle for the top 16 continues.
The thirty-two strong combatants were all in position and ready to go. Among them, Su Yue was the only exception, but he was barely holding on to the ground with one hand and could not stand up at all. However, as the pride of the soul domain royal family, She was not allowed to admit defeat.
next moment.
That mysterious sound from outside the world reached the ears of many soul path geniuses, "Start!"
Zhao Fan's opponent is a young man from the soul domain royal family named Liang Chu.
Liang Chu looked at Zhao Fan with an unkind expression, "Boy, you hide it very deep."
"Do the soul domain royals like nonsense so much?" Zhao Fan said with a smile. He was too lazy to look at each other and looked at the distant scenery outside Xiaotao City as if nothing had happened.
Liang Chu realized that he had been ignored and was immediately furious. He and the Thirteenth Young Prince had the same pure blood, and were respected wherever he went. When had he ever received such treatment?
"It's too crazy. It's not a good thing after all."
Liang Chu said in a fierce voice: "If you are interested, jump off the fighting platform immediately, because even if you defeat me, you will not be able to defeat Brother Thirteen."
"Well, do you have anything else to say?"
Zhao Fan asked in a nonchalant tone.
Liang Chu was so angry that he stormed off. He unleashed his soul offensive in all directions. With his dual sources breaking through the ranks, his soul power and Yuan power were indistinguishable from each other.
However, Zhao Fan raised his palm, slapped it with the left hand, and fanned it with the right hand. His posture was like driving away annoying flies, smashing all the soul offensive from Liang Rui.
"Weak, too weak. With just this little weight, you still have the nerve to call yourself a royal family in the Soul Realm."
Zhao Fan shook his head with disdain and sighed, and said: "Originally, I was particularly yearning for the Holy Land of Soul Cultivation, but today I am very disappointed."
After Liang Chu heard the words, his eyes seemed to be covered by fire. He wielded the soul weapon and exerted his ultimate power at all costs. However, the extremely arrogant late-stage Xuanjie was like a hard stone, and his own The method is like a fragile egg, it will break if thrown over, and it will not hurt at all!
Those viewers who continued to pay attention to Zhao Fan's counterattack were once again in a rage.
"That Liang Chu, the young prince of the Soul Realm royal family, is actually jumping up and down at this moment..."
"A late-level Xuan-level man treats a genius from the Soul Realm royal family like a monkey. Do you dare to believe this unless you see it with your own eyes?"
"Now the knot is getting bigger, it's like a slap in the face of the soul domain royal family."
"Isn't it surprising that Su Yue, the former member of the Soul Realm Royal Family, also looked like he was going to chop that genius girl alive from the Great Luo Ancient Sect?"
"It is said that this late Xuan-level man has an ambiguous relationship with the genius girl."
…
Battle stage.
"continue."
Zhao Fan yawned out of boredom, his voice was encouraging, "It's not even scratching an itch."
At this moment, Liang Chu completely lost his mind...
