If the old woman wanted to choose a guardian between Wang Hao and Ao Ting, it would be difficult for the old woman to do so.
Wang Hao has unlimited potential and knows him well. He will definitely do his best to protect her granddaughter on the road to immortality. And the old woman was a little confused. This person's cunning was too deep.
But Ao Ting's strength is too strong. If he has his protection, Yun Nianming's safety will be greatly guaranteed on the road of immortality.
Seeing that the scene was so stalemate was not a solution, Wang Hao stepped forward and said, "Aoting Ancient Saint Son, I only need a cocoon that is one foot square, and I will give you all the rest."
The master said that it would be enough to have a cocoon of one foot square. So, he didn't mind taking a step back, as this would be a step to Ao Ting.
When the old woman saw Wang Hao make concessions, she felt a little relieved. If Ao Ting agrees, it will be a happy situation.
Unexpectedly, Ao Ting shook his head and said unquestionably: "No, I need all the cocoons!"
"Is it okay to take a small step back? The little princess's butterfly cocoon," Wang Hao looked at Yun Nianming's height and said, "It should be about 1.67 meters, I only need one foot, a very small part.
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"This is nothing to be discussed!" Ao Ting was very determined.
Wang Hao tsk his mouth and frowned.
Ao Ting was unwilling to give in, and the situation in the field became tense again.
Neither the Lord of Yunyue nor the old woman made a statement and chose to watch, as if they wanted to let the two of them solve the problem on their own.
Wang Hao felt that Ao Ting was too strong. He only needed to be one foot square, but Ao Ting was not willing to give in at all.
"Brother Wang Hao..."
Yun Nianming wanted to speak again, but was interrupted by Wang Hao's wave.
He knew that this little princess should be talking to her, but that would inevitably offend Ao Ting.
If Ao Ting takes revenge on the road of immortality, Yun Nianming will be in danger.
So let Wang Hao do the things that offend Ao Ting!
Wang Hao thought for a moment and said to Ao Ting: "Since you don't want to give in, let's talk based on your strength. When the little princess turns into a butterfly, we can fight, and the cocoon belongs to the winner."
This method is the best way, not to offend Ao Ting, nor to affect Ao Ting becoming the guardian. This is exactly what the old woman and the Lord of Yunyue Palace hope to see.
The old woman nodded slightly and murmured in her heart: "This kid has a conscience and has led to trouble on her. I haven't seen anyone wrong!"
Yun Yueshen nodded with agreement, but Wang Hao was probably not Ao Ting's opponent.
Not only her, but the others in the field also had the same thoughts, and their eyes were slightly strange looking at Wang Hao. Who gave you the confidence that you actually wanted to fight with the ancient Saint Son of Ao Ting?
"Do you want to fight me?" Ao Ting smiled, his smile as if a strong man had received a challenge from a three-year-old child.
Wang Hao nodded: "Not bad."
"Young people, not everyone is qualified to fight me." Ao Ting's momentum changed, full of arrogance that looked down on the world. "If you take my move, I will only use 50% of my power. If you can
Next, I will be qualified to fight me.”
If Wang Hao wants to fight him, he still needs to be qualified. If others say these words, they are obviously too arrogant. But from Ao Ting's mouth, no one thinks there is anything wrong with this.
Because Ao Ting is an ancient sage son of nine thousand years, and he is enough to look down on the world's outstanding genius!
Wang Hao was not angry either. He did have the ability to say this.
He smiled and said, "Then, please let the Holy Son of Ao Ting take a move."
"You are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers!"
Ao Ting's smile is stronger and his posture is more arrogant, as if he is looking down at the God King in the world. "Although it is only 50% of the power, it may also make you die on the spot. Young man, you have to think clearly!"
"Come on when you come, and if you don't come, you will pull it down and let out the cocoon!"
Wang Hao smiled coldly, do you really think he is easy to bully? So what about the 9,000-year-old saint son?!
"Haha, since that's the case, I won't care what the consequences are."
A cold look also appeared on Ao Ting's face. He slowly raised his right hand and his five fingers formed claws.
The next moment, Wang Hao's pupils suddenly condensed, and Ao Ting's right hand swelled five or six times, covering it with dense scales, and finally turned into a huge dragon claw.
The green dragon claws flashed with a peerless and sharp light, which seemed to be able to tear everything apart. The pressure emitted on it was even more amazing, directly shocking the eleven guardians!
"The power of the divine beast, this is a real dragon claw, it's so scary!" Blood Spear was shocked.
"Everyone says that Ao Ting has half of the divine blood in his body, is it dragon blood?"
"Ao Ting is too strong. Even if he is not the ancient saint, his bloodline is still against the will of heaven!"
“Lord…”
Jiang Chen became worried about Wang Hao.
At this moment, Wang Hao was the only one left in the center of the field, facing the pressure emitted by Ao Ting's dragon claws.