Shao Haoxun and Su Xueyan looked at Yu Zhongjiang in front of them and bowed.
"There are only the last two stages left in the Seven Sects Competition. With your strength, you must get the top two positions no matter what. Whoever loses to Sima Qianming, I will personally go out...to practice with you."
Yu Zhongjiang said, his eyes a little colder.
If he were allowed to practice sparring in person, the two of them would either be half dead or seriously injured. In short, it would be very terrifying.
How could his disciple Yu Zhongjiang be worse than the prince in the dynasty?
Yu Zhongjiang stood with his hands behind his hands. At this moment, he had an immortal demeanor and full power, with a vague aura of terror coming out.
"Yes, Master!"
When the two of them heard the last part, their bodies trembled slightly and then they nodded in agreement.
Yu Zhongjiang didn't say anything more and waved his hand to signal the two of them to leave.
The two bowed respectfully and exited.
Phew~
After exiting, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, as if they were surviving a disaster.
Huang Fu, who had just returned to his residence, had not sat down for half an hour when there was a knock on the door.
Although he didn't want to pay attention to the increasingly louder knocking on the door, as the knocking sound became louder and the intervals became shorter and shorter, Huang Fu immediately opened his eyes, with thick anger on his face.
His brows could not help but frown.
Opening the door, the visitor's hand, which was about to knock on the door, was caught by Huang Huan's thick palm, and was suspended in front of him, with their eyes looking at each other.
After a long time, Huang Hui spoke up.
"You'd better have something important to say, otherwise you'll either be injured or the spirit stone will be missing."
Huang Fu said coldly.
It would be displeasing for anyone to be interrupted while he was meditating on the exercises, not to mention that the person in front of him was just a little bit of a friend.
Leng Wushuang saw Huang Fu's eyes that looked like he wanted to kill someone, and his face immediately changed slightly. Then a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, and Leng Wushuang pulled his palm back helplessly.
Then he lowered his head and said in a gentle tone: "Huang Hui, I beg you to do me a favor."
Huang Fu didn't move, just looking down at her coldly like he was aloof.
To be honest, Leng Wushuang felt a little timid. It was obvious that he had come at the wrong time and seemed to have made him angry because of his knock on the door just now.
After a long while, Huang Hui spoke up.
"What's available and how dangerous it is."
Hearing what he said, Leng Wushuang was immediately happy, but she did not show it on her face, but replied seriously:
"If you succeed, you can get at least three magic weapons and spiritual swords, a thousand high-grade spiritual stones, and even my Xuehan Palace's exclusive skills."
Obviously, Leng Wushuang had something to hide, but even a Golden Core cultivator would be moved by these things. However, Leng Wushuang still paid attention to the changes in Huang Fu's face before deciding whether to continue what he said next.
Seeing that Huang Fu's expression remained unchanged and he remained silent, neither agreeing nor rejecting, Leng Wushuang tried to say something dangerous again.
"As for the degree of danger, you only need to fight a monk at the third level of the Golden Core."
Leng Wushuang looked at Huang Fu, whose expression remained unchanged, and finished speaking bravely.
After hearing what she said, Leng Wushuang sighed in his heart when Huang Huan didn't move for a long time.
"Also, who dares to fight against a third-level Jindan in front of a realm that is not even a first-level Jindan?"
Just as Leng Wushuang was thinking about it, she was shocked when she saw Huang Huan's next move.
At this time, Huang Fu stretched out his hand and said to Leng Wushuang: "Your words don't count, at least you must show your sincerity first."
Seeing Huang Fu stretching out his palm, his meaning was obvious.
That is to ask Leng Wushuang for spiritual stones or other things, otherwise it would be a waste of time just to talk about Taerya.
"There are five hundred pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones here. I will give you the rest after I finish them."
In fact, Leng Wushuang is still very nervous.
People like Huang Fu would only take action when they see benefits. She didn't know if Huang Fu could make the move with these five hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, but she already knew it deep down in her heart.
As for this, you are just believing your own deception.
"Please come back. Next time you come, remember to bring more good things."
Huang Fu retreated into the house, ignoring Leng Wushuang outside the door, and closed the door.
With only 500 middle-grade spiritual stones, he wants to fight against a strong man from the third level of the Golden Core. Could this Leng Wushuang of Xuehan Palace think that he is stupid?
Huang Fu stopped thinking about it, went back to the bed and sat down cross-legged, continuing to meditate on the "Qinglian Pagoda Zhenyuan Gong" with gusto.
"No? It seems we can only wait."
Leng Wushuang looked at the closed door, clenched his fists in his heart and whispered secretly.
Although she is anxious, her realm and strength are still very weak at the moment, so she can only wait.
In a restaurant box.
"Elder brother, my talent is too weak... Hiccup, plus what happened this time... Hiccup, I, I'm afraid I'm stuck in this realm, I
What to do...hiccup..."
A voice sounded, with unwillingness and anger in his tone.
The owner of this voice is none other than Omo.
At this time, his face looked like a monkey's butt, and his eyes were wandering. Even his eyelids were only slightly drooped. He was obviously drunk.
"It's okay, junior brother, the talent is originally determined by fate... Hiccup, although I can't do anything now, senior brother, I believe there will be a way in the future... hiccup...
..."
Zhang Minwen on the side was also drunk alone. It was obvious that the wine they drank was not ordinary wine.
Of course, because he has been able to win during this period, and now that he has a net worth of tens of thousands, he naturally wants to treat him to a drink, and Zhang Minwen was not stingy when he came, asking for the best wine here with a wave of his hand.
And these wines are not ordinary wines. These wines are brewed from spiritual materials and spiritual fluids. The spiritual energy in the wines is not weak. Even the Golden Core Realm monks dare not guarantee that they will not get drunk after drinking too much.
Both of them were in the foundation building stage, so naturally the alcohol power could not be refined, so the two of them got drunk like this.
"Elder brother...Hiccup, wait until later...Hiccup, I'm afraid I won't have a few decades to live, unless I have incredible luck..."
..Hiccup, otherwise I would just end up in the grave like ordinary civilians... burp..."
As soon as Ou Mo finished speaking, Zhang Minwen stood up in a hurry, patted his chest and said: "Junior brother... hiccup, don't worry, I will find a way for you no matter what, no need...
....”
Before he could finish speaking, the door of the box was opened, and a woman with a voluptuous figure, spring light on her chest, and bare feet pushed the door in.
The formation in the box to prevent outsiders was not triggered. As for the person behind her, there was a corpse in waiter's clothes, but it turned into a mummy and fell to the ground.
He is not dead, and it is impossible for her to kill people in public here. After all, there is an elder from the Lingyun Sect sitting here, and if she wants to take action, she will wait until the elder from the Lingyun Sect leaves.