Ling Tian smiled and struggled to stand up: "According to the agreement, you can no longer take action."
Agreement?
Yan Lige frowned, after ten moves, he did not kill the two of them, but made himself miserable. Huo Jingzhou grinned, but then he became worried.
It would be fine if it were someone else, but the person in front of me is Yan Lige.
The famous rogue God Emperor.
What could happen to him if he didn't abide by the agreement? Ling Tian also understood the key point. He never let go of the hand holding the halberd. His life was only in his own hands. He couldn't rely on the powerful God Emperor to do what he said.
Yan Lige glanced at the two of them: "Are you worried that I, the Emperor, will not keep his word?"
Ling Tian chuckled: "In the face of absolute strength, isn't your so-called promise pale enough?"
Yan Lige smiled: "Although I did a lot of bad things when I was young, I don't have to deceive you two little babies, and naturally you persisted in ten moves."
"I can promise to let you go, but I can only hold you for one stick of incense."
"When the time comes and the agreement is invalidated, I will still choose to take action and kill you."
When Yan Lige said this, his eyes were more sincere.
A stick of incense!
He has been able to do a lot of things. The two of them can take advantage of this incense to leave and find a place to settle down. At least they don't have to die. This is the biggest concession he can make.
In his heart, he felt even more sorry for Ling Tian and the other two. If such great talents could be accepted under his sect, they would have great achievements in the future. However, it is a pity that both of them are poisonous young men.
One of them is a descendant of Kowloon. No matter how you say their identities are very extraordinary, how can they become disciples of him so easily?
Isn't this funny?
The two of them were also stunned for a moment. If the others could see the Poison Sect and the descendant of Nine Dragons, they would probably kill them at all costs, but Yan Lige kept his promise, even though he only had one stick of incense.
but......
enough.
Huo Jingzhou came to Ling Tian and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Let's go."
Such a great opportunity, if you don't leave, it will be over. Ling Tian turned around and glanced at Yan Lige in front of him, then bent down and said, "Thank you, senior."
A big thank you.
Not false.
If this sloppy beggar in front of him had tried to kill them, they would have died several times already. Even though they had just agreed on ten moves, Ling Tian could feel that Yan Lige had not taken the first nine moves seriously.
Even as a last resort.
I'm afraid I didn't even try my best.
Yan Lige waved his hand: "Go away quickly, remember that this emperor will only give you one stick of incense. After one stick of incense, life or death will be judged separately."
After saying this, Yan Lige put away the long knife and sat directly on a branch of a tree in the distance. At this time, Huo Jingzhou and Ling Tian also looked at each other, and then they turned around and rushed out.
The two left, but Yan Lige smiled bitterly: "Two little babies, your journey has just begun, but you must be disappointed by me."
Yan Lige understood in his heart that it would be too difficult for him to gain a foothold in this world, no matter if he was a member of the Poison Sect or a descendant of the Nine Dragons, and just now Ling Tian was desperate to do his best.
I am afraid that countless strong men have already been rushing here.
Yan Lige was right. In one night, three surges of dragon power had already caused Qianhe City to completely boil. Su Yuetong in the city lord's palace was even more shocked by the dragon's roar, especially just now.
Under the sky outside the city, a golden dragon flew across the sky, which made Su Yuetong fall into expectation: "I wonder what the descendant of Nine Dragons looks like?"
"How dare you rely on your own strength to make an enemy of the entire heaven?"