Seeing the two children standing together in harmony, Zhang Zhiwei sighed, "Alas..."
When Zhang Chulan stood with this young man, his fate seemed to have changed, and it was developing in a good direction.
"In short, the existence of this child is beneficial to me for the time being, so... let's wait and see for the time being..."
Ranwen
Finally, the expression on Zhang Zhiwei's face returned to its usual calmness, and he turned and left.
"..."
Angre looked at the departing figure of the old Heavenly Master and was silent for a while.
Of course he heard what the other party said.
But it's good for this old guy, what the hell does Angers have to do with him?
"Sigh... That's why I hate dealing with these stinky Taoist priests."
For a long time, he was like a tool, used to help the other party judge something.
"never mind……"
Angers sighed and turned to leave the stands.
In fact, he didn't gain anything, at least he got the word 'beneficial' out of the other party's mouth.
With this vocabulary alone, he was probably able to rule out the possibility that this young man named Sun Haoran was the Dragon King.
Although he didn't quite understand what these cultivators were doing, since they practiced the 'Way of Heaven', they should be following the will of Heaven. After all, no fool would blatantly go against the 'Way of Heaven'.
The Dragon King is an existence that was born to destroy the world. It is not an exaggeration to say that it was born to act against heaven. It is completely opposite to the path that these cultivators should take.
Since it is beneficial to those who practice the 'way of heaven' like Lao Tianshi, then if nothing else happens, it shouldn't be something 'against the heaven'... maybe?
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"Hello? Oh, okay, let's cut right through."
Feng Baobao hung up the phone and waved to Sun Haoran and Zhang Chulan who had finished the competition, "Let's go. Xu San and Xu Si called us to go to their place."
"okay."
Sun Haoran shrugged and followed.
"Speaking of which, brother, how much strength did you use just now? One versus three!"
Zhang Chulan followed sluggishly and asked, "I almost broke someone's magic weapon!"
Zhang Chulan had only seen magic weapons like this in the equipment library of the Executive Department, and they were all low-level magic weapons. But even low-level magic weapons could not be underestimated in their improvement to strangers. If two people with similar strength If one of the strangers has a magical weapon and the other does not, then the one with the magical weapon will definitely win, and it is estimated that he will win more easily.
This is the value of the magic weapon.
Otherwise, the special existence of the weapon refiner would not be so valuable.
It is said that even if a weapon refiner who knows no martial arts at all wears a magic weapon, ordinary strangers will not be able to do anything to him. This is probably the so-called gap between old people and civilians.
"How much strength? I think I used my full strength, but those three guys are too weak, so I don't have any real feeling."
Sun Haoran thought for a while.
He did use his "full strength" in the competition just now. If he used more force, he would probably have to transform in a gorgeous way.
Judging from the situation just now, his current normal strength is enough to crush most ordinary aliens.
"You just blocked those two attacks, did you use the spirit of speech?"
Zhang Chulan came closer curiously and took a look at Sun Haoran's neck.
He could see clearly from the stands that the man seemed to be using a skill like the 'Eagle Claw Technique' to hit Sun Haoran's neck hard.
If it were him, even if he used the body-protecting golden light, he might not be able to block it so easily. However, Sun Haoran seemed to be fine now, and there wasn't even a trace on his neck.
"I remember you said that your Yanling was just a useless Yanling that was not worth mentioning..."
"It's really tasteless."
Sun Haoran nodded, "The effect of Word Spirit Steel is only to harden the surface of the skin. It was really useless to me before. After all, the skin of a mixed race who is not much stronger than ordinary people can't stop swords and guns no matter how hard it is."
"I wipe it? Wait..."
Zhang Chulan was stunned, "If you think about it differently, wouldn't it be... if the original skin is harder, the effect of this speaking spirit will be better!? The effect of your speaking spirit is judged based on the strength of its own ability!?"
"Well, that's pretty much it."
Sun Haoran nodded, "My physical fitness under normal conditions is also very strong now. Although it is not comparable to after the transformation, using the spirit of speech is much more useful now than before."
"You call this tasteless? This is the icing on the cake, okay?" Zhang Chulan looked confused.
Something like this, the icing on the cake, is a magical skill in ordinary games! Just like when strengthened armor reaches its limit and cannot progress, if such a skill is given to this piece of equipment, wouldn't it be possible to break through the limit of defense and reach a new height?
"The icing on the cake? Don't talk about being so emotionally intelligent..."
Sun Haoran sighed, "If I am always as weak as before, what use will this kind of icing on the cake be to me?"
"Brother, this is your ability to prepare for cheating..."
Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes, expressing great envy and jealousy towards the guy in front of him who was so blessed that he didn't know how to be blessed.
"The ability to prepare for cheating..."
These words made Sun Haoran stunned.
He thought about it carefully.
That seems to be the case.
After all, his bloodline and speech spirit were given by the system.
"So, I was clearly arranged by the system from the beginning?"
Looking at the white sky with some speechlessness, Sun Haoran felt very complicated at the moment.
He felt as if he was also a pawn in the chessboard of fate, controlled by some invisible hand.
For some reason, he suddenly recalled the dream he had had that night when he fused the 'egg'.
In the dream, the voice told him to resist.
"So...what do you want me to resist?" Sun Haoran murmured, following Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan like a wandering spirit based on his feelings.
"Yo, you guys are here."
As they walked, they arrived at the stands where Xu San and Xu Si were.
Xu Si's voice of greeting pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Why did you call us here?" Zhang Chulan asked suspiciously, looking at Xu San and Xu Si sitting in the stands.
"I'm not calling you~" Xu Si waved his hand indifferently, "Mainly Sun Haoran, don't forget, our purpose this time is to ensure that you, this guy, can successfully win the Luotian Dajiao Championship, of course we must provide the information Give it to the thug~"
"I?"
Sun Haoran was stunned, "Didn't I ask Sange Xu for information on players who need attention before?"
"Hate, the information is just information, how can it be real if you see it with your own eyes?"
Xu Si looked like a child who cannot be taught.
