Chapter 62: There’s no emotion at all, it’s all acting "Ah, ah ah, don't come over, don't come over..."
Peng Wanli, who had been so arrogant just now, was completely frightened now. His eyes were full of fear, and he collapsed to the ground and kept retreating.
The Suzaku Goddess stayed where she was, as if she had been frightened out of her mind.
Lin Beihe's fists were stained with blood as he slowly approached.
step.
two steps.
Every step seemed to step on Peng Wanli's heart.
If it is lucky enough to escape from here, it will never step into Zhongzhou again, let alone appear in front of this killer star again.
"Elder, save me!"
Finally, Peng Wanli couldn't bear it anymore, and its psychological defense completely collapsed.
"Young man, stop here."
Seeing that his son of God was about to be killed, the elders of the demon clan who were hiding in the dark couldn't sit still at all.
Show up quickly.
But before he could make any move.
"Crossing the line."
An indifferent voice came out.
The voice was calm, without any strong pressure, just like an ordinary person's words.
But it made this demon clan elder stiff, unable to move under the invisible aura.
Suddenly, its forehead was covered with cold sweat, and even its voice became trembling.
"Senior, I don't mean to offend, I just want to save my clan's son of God."
"According to the rules, he should die if he loses."
Jiuli Shen narrowed his eyes towards the old man and said calmly.
The demon clan elder suddenly fell silent.
It is not easy to re-train a son of God. As a protector, if he chooses to ignore it at this time, the ethnic group behind him will not let him go.
"You want to save your son of God, that's fine."
Jiuli God smiled at the old man and put forward two conditions.
"This one will be exchanged for the Kunpeng Technique."
The old man pointed at Peng Wanli.
"Well, let's redeem it with the wind and fire fan."
The old man pointed at the Suzaku Goddess.
"impossible."
The demon clan elder decisively refused.
Are you kidding me? The Kunpeng Technique is the supreme treasure of their golden-winged roc clan.
And the Wind and Fire Fan is the inherited sacred object of the Suzaku clan, how could it be handed over to others so easily?
It's like a lion opening its mouth.
"It seems that you don't care much about your son of God."
The old man smiled slightly.
next moment.
bang.
Half of Peng Wanli's shoulder exploded without any warning, there was no powerful fluctuation, everything was so sudden.
"I give."
The demon clan elder's eyelids jumped, and he no longer dared to hesitate, for fear that the next second, their god's son's head would explode.
"I have the Kunpeng Technique, but I have to go back and ask the leader of the Suzaku Clan about the Wind and Fire Fan."
It said with some anxiety.
"It's okay. Before you deliver the things, let this girl follow this boy. You won't suffer any loss."
Jiuli God looked at the Suzaku Goddess with a half-smile towards the old man.
"It's… okay."
In the end, the demon clan elder agreed and warned Lin Beihe: "Young man, don't blame me for not warning you. The Suzaku clan is famous for its bad temper, and any flaws will be reported. Don't go too far."
that's it.
Under the control of this old man from the Jiuli Divine Dynasty.
The elder of the Golden-winged Dapeng tribe used the Kunpeng technique to take away his divine son, while the Suzaku goddess stayed with Lin Beihe as a maid.
Lin Beihe naturally had no objections to these two demon clans would not be of any benefit to you.
On the contrary, it will also provoke the powerful ethnic group behind the two demons.
Now, I have earned a Kunpeng Technique that is not inferior to the Divine Skills. As for the Wind and Fire Fan, I don’t know what its use is.
But being as famous as the Kunpeng Technique, it should also be a valuable treasure.
"Thank you, old man."
Lin Beihe is not an ungrateful person. This old man from the Jiuli Divine Dynasty has never been famous to him, but he is willing to offend the Golden Winged Dapeng Clan and the Suzaku Clan for him.
Without the other party, he would never have been able to achieve such a rich harvest.
Just one Kunpeng Technique makes this trip to the Yuhua Divine Dynasty worth it.
Lin Beihe bowed seriously.
"Hahaha, young man is so polite. If you really thank me, just come to Jiuli Shenchao to chat with me and drink tea with me in the future."
The old man from Jiuli Divine Dynasty smiled and waved his hand, then turned and left.
In this way, the event finally came to an end.
Lin Beihe became the biggest winner of this event.
Not only did she gain a peerless treasure, she also gained a Suzaku Goddess as a maid.
It can be said that he gained both fame and fortune.
……
After the grand meeting, Lin Beihe received an edict from the eldest prince of the Yuhua Dynasty, Yu Wenhao.
"I heard that your ancestor died unexpectedly not long ago, and his only descendant also died in the Amaterasu Dynasty for no apparent reason."
This is an elegant room.
The decoration is simple, simple and elegant.
Yu Wenhao was dressed in white and looked like a handsome gentleman.
There was a chess game in front of him, and he seemed to be immersed in the art of chess.
His voice was gentle, but it revealed the majesty and dominance of a superior.
"Yes, I hope the eldest prince can make the decision for our true martial arts sect. The bones of my junior brother are still cold, and my ancestor was also brutally murdered..."
Lin Beihe was filled with grief and anger, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked like a hero crying.
"Sect Master Ye, I can understand how you feel."
When Yu Wenhao heard this, he sighed softly: "It's just that the day when our ancestors will undergo the catastrophe is approaching. It's a troubled autumn, so there shouldn't be any more wars."
Although he said so, Lin Beihe didn't see any sympathy on his face.
As a powerful and treacherous minister, observing people's emotions is a basic skill.
From his words, it can be known that Yu Wenhao does not intend to care about this matter at all.
Sure enough, his previous guess was correct.
If he wants to provoke a war between the Yuhua Dynasty and the Amaterasu Dynasty, he needs to start from other aspects.
The most painful thing is when the knife falls on yourself.
Lin Beihe knew this truth very well, and his face was still full of pleading.
"Alas!" Yu Wenhao finally couldn't help but sigh.
"Let's do this. In order to show sincerity, Sect Master Ye can choose a heaven-level skill or a top-grade spiritual treasure from the treasury of our Ascension God Dynasty as compensation."
Sure enough, only the children who can cry can eat candy.
Lin Beihe secretly laughed in his heart, these two people were killed by him, how could he feel sad.
There's no emotion at all, it's all acting.
Lin Beihe still had a sad look on his face, "No, I must avenge this!"
"Sect Master Ye, don't my words work?"
Yu Wenhao frowned.
"But Your Highness..." Lin Beihe deliberately hesitated for a moment.
"Don't worry, Sect Leader Ye, we will help you avenge this, but not now."
Yu Wenhao's tone turned cold, "Does Sect Master Ye doubt our ability to embody the divine dynasty?"
Lin Beihe quickly shook his head in denial.
"Alright, in the near future, it will be the day when I will become a god and go to Taizu to overcome the tribulation. Sect Master Ye, you should also prepare well. This palace has high hopes for you."
Give him a slap and a sweet date.
Yu Wenhao patted Lin Beihe's shoulder, said something serious, and left with everyone.
(End of this chapter)