Han Ersan was helpless: "Why are you so stubborn!"
In his opinion, it was obviously the best of both worlds, but just because of such an empty and vague idea, he forced himself here, and both sides suffered.
It's really no brainer.
Mr. Gu outside heard the conversation between the two clearly and immediately became more and more relieved.
If he really had to face Han Twenty-san head-on, he really didn't have much confidence.
Even though he is a master from the Imperial Court, Han Twenty-san is the ancestor who has received incense offerings from Prince Han's Palace. This strength bonus alone is enough to put him beyond his reach.
In the current situation, what he fears most is that Lin Yi agrees to worship his ancestors, causing his plan to fall short.
On the contrary, as long as time drags on, the more luck he swallows up from his ancestors, the more the initiative will be in his hands.
"Be stubborn, just be stubborn for a little longer, and you can be buried here together."
Jin Yi looked me up and down: "He's looking for you?"
Mr. Gu immediately felt relieved.
But if it is interrupted, the royal court will be watching eagerly.
One sentence made the other person choke.
"Once the use value of his body is squeezed out, he will wait for us to cross the river and burn the bridge, waiting to be tricked to death by us."
We were not idle just now. We tried each one a few times and used every conceivable method.
"If he really turns out to be in the new year, he will fall into our trap."
The embarrassing thing for me at the moment is that the fate of the ancestors of the Han Palace is still being swallowed up. If the force is interrupted, there will inevitably be a violent backlash.
Wang Ting raised his eyebrows: "Divide the palace of King Han? But they asked you to be King of Han. If you can take it all for yourself, why should you share it equally with him?"
Wang Ting is just standing outside, doing everything, and Mr. Gu has already felt a great deal of pressure.
Mr. Gu choked up again, so Nima was completely following the routine.
Seeing the loss of their ancestors' luck faster and faster, the hearts of everyone in Prince Han's palace completely sank to the bottom.
"..."
However, Lin Yi still had no intention of agreeing to worship his ancestors.
The whole audience was stunned immediately.
After calming down his mind, Mr. Gu said in a deep voice: "Young Master Lin is honored to meet you. His style was admirable yesterday. If Young Master Lin doesn't have any intention, how about sharing the Prince Han's Mansion with him?"
After a long time of fussing, I am still like my helpers!
Mr. Gu's eyelids twitched: "Does he really want to go against you? Does it feel so bad to be a dog in Prince Han's house?"
Mr. Gu sighed and started talking: "It's a long story..."
A mid-level earth-level venerable.
Everyone couldn't help but look at Lin Yi again.
Han Jie was so angry that he dared to speak out, but in his heart he could not hold back his laughter.
Compared with my early-stage heaven-level venerable who is serious about the four classics, he is still far behind by a hundred and four thousand.
Not only the people in Prince Han's palace, but also Wei Baizhan and his own people all showed surprised expressions.
Wang Ting looked back at me and said, "You seemed to have said you were going out, right?"
A mid-level earthly realm venerable, no matter how much I underestimate him, is two realms lower than me. At best, he is still not at the level of an early earth-level venerable.
But the book realm is ultimately fake. It is a person's basic strength. No matter how weak his trump card is, he will naturally be restricted by the basic strength.
Wang Ting replied calmly: "I am a dog, and everyone else is a dog."
I originally wanted to take the opportunity to tell a story to buy myself some time.
Facts have proved that the small formation of ancestor worship is indeed a fake.
As a result, Wang Ting interrupted: "Stop talking about it."
If you can lose one point, then you will lose one point.
Illusion! It must be an illusion!
Even with our current level of strength, there is no solution at all.
The other thing is that at least Han Twenty-eight was definitely serious about coaxing Wang Ting to become the King of Han. Otherwise, he would not have caused so few troubles.
If you suddenly give me a hard blow, it will also make me vomit blood and even slightly damage my vitality!
Immediately, Jin Yi saw one foot in the door.
Although it is said that the book realm belongs to the book realm, for some monsters who regard level-level challenges as food and drink, their true combat power can definitely be measured by the book realm.
Then, I saw Jin Yi pull out the Demonic Sword.
Listening to the other party's earnest words, Wang Ting couldn't help but look strange: "His bad tone sounds like he is very inexperienced. What's the matter, he has also been tricked by us?"
Mr. Gu is particularly determined to give up.
Mr. Gu was secretly shocked.
The key is that monsters of this level will simply leave Lin Yi.
It's a pity that Wang Ting didn't intend to give me that chance.
"I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen someone as stupid as Jin Yi. They deserve to be unlucky when they meet such a pig teammate!"
Wang Ting looked at me: "It seems there is no story."
Who would have thought that Wang Ting would just walk out like someone in trouble.
Mr. Gu choked again.
Han Twenty-eight opened his mouth and asked blankly: "How could he walk out?"
When Han 281 rushes out, I think it will be a luxury to hope to get in from there.
What he said made no sense, but Han 281 actually said it right.
"Young Master Lin, he doesn't know what he is doing. Those old guys in Prince Han's Mansion are famous for being deceitful. How can our words have any credibility?"
Mr. Gu laughed strangely.
Who is looking for him?
Mr. Gu quickly panicked and took another look at the state of the royal court.
That is substantial aura pressure, not purely tangible psychological shock.
Not only when facing Han Twenty-san, but also when facing Lin Yi and the others, he was actually a little worried.
As a majestic early heaven-level venerable, I mean there are absolutely no opponents, but even in the outer and inner areas where monsters gather, Lin Yi, among all the monsters he has encountered, there are only a few who can make me feel that way.
There are several.
"ah?"
Seeing the royal court raising the Demon-Eating Sword, I can't help but sit back and watch.
What does it mean?
Even if he has great confidence in his own strength, if he really faces Lin Yi and the others, it would be nonsense to say that he has full confidence.
Mr. Gu was confused, and in his mind ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping past.
The only person who was equally stunned was the lonely gentleman inside.
As a result, when I finished laughing, the royal court suddenly moved.
Mr. Gu laughed and said: "For any force, especially at the level of a small prince's palace, digging people's ancestors' luck is a matter of death or rest. If you have a blood feud with me and Prince Han's palace, how can you take such a risk?"
A small risk?"
Since the Royal Court came out in 2018, it is a certainty that I will be interrupted. The only thing I can strive for now is not to delay the time and eat less of my ancestors' luck.
After all, the fortune of our ancestors waxes and wanes. The less I swallow, the more I will leave to Prince Han’s palace, and the smaller my chances of winning.
He could only endure the backlash, and while continuing to try his best to swallow up the ancestral luck of Prince Han's Mansion, he stretched out a hand towards the royal court.
After all, he also saw clearly the scene that happened in the Central Palace the night before.
Seeing Wang Ting walking towards the small gate of the ancestral hall, the twenty-eight people in Han Dynasty were all stunned.