Yu Huan had a dark face, said "Humph..." and put away his fork. Anyway, the chicken heads were gone, so why bother to fight? If the quarrel continues, the person named Long will only benefit.
Cunning people share the same interests!
If there is no benefit, who would fight for life or death?
"What fight? Brother Long got it wrong..." Centihuang dropped the sentence, retracted the word "Lian" decisively, and glared at Yu Huan fiercely, as if the previous fight between the two had never happened.
Looking at the hidden spirit tombstone so close at hand, my eyes kept changing, and I felt a hint of regret. I should have made it clear who this thing belonged to when I was at Yunding Tiangong.
But it didn't expect that an escape would lead to the near extinction of more than two hundred heroic spirits, and only four of them were left in the end.
If there were more people, it would be possible to gather all the races together, but now, with only a few people, it is a bit unrealistic.
But let it follow Long Wenzhang...
Why? Everyone has the same strength and level, and their identities are almost the same. They are all heroic spirits. Why do they need to find a father for themselves?
It's not one of those mindless things.
However, if they don't go with Long Wenzhang, they have no way to go. After all, they have no physical body and have to rely on the hidden spirit tombstone.
Seeing Centihuang and Yu Huan, they kept exchanging glances. Hu Sanhou, who was standing not far away, just smiled and did not get involved.
Even it could see that there was something fishy between the two people. How could it not be possible with Long Wenzhang's brain?
I saw it smiled, its eyes moved, and in an instant, a dragon pattern split in front of everyone, and then it said calmly: "You two must be thinking if you join forces, can you suppress me?"
"
"It's a pity that there are so many people, so it seems of no use to me. My Great Splitting Technique of the Heavens, not to mention Eternal Invincibility, can at least split into three or five clones of comparable strength. It's not that difficult."
Centihuang's pupils shrank suddenly: "When... did it master the Great Splitting Technique of the Heavens?"
Not just it.
Yu Huan's expression was extremely ugly, and his fists were clenched so loudly that they "bang" and "bang..." kept ringing.
Under normal circumstances, if the two of them join forces, not to mention killing Long Wenzhang, it would not be difficult to overpower him.
But now...
After seeing the weirdness of the Great Splitting Technique of the Heavens, this kind of thinking was completely extinguished.
Not to mention the two of them joining forces, even if Hu Sanhou is added, they may not be able to get an advantage.
Seeing that the two of them were silent, Long Wenzhang slowly put away his avatar and said: "I want to go to the Demon Clan to take control. Are you willing to come with me?"
"What?"
"Go to the demon clan..."
boom!
Except for Demon Oyster, the expressions of the remaining alien races changed dramatically. They felt like they were stepping on the horse to help the dog. However, the other party was a super ninth-level existence. Not even Centipede Huang and Yu Huan were suppressed.
Are you staying?
No matter how dissatisfied they are, they dare not say anything at this moment.
I can only curse Long Wenzhang in my heart to give birth to sons without PY, and trick them into defecting to the Psychic Society, but I don't want to burn the bridge afterward...
"I wish your mother..." Centihuang cursed secretly, but on the surface, he was pretending to be difficult, saying: "Brother Long, this is not good. In order to help us get out of trouble, they all risked their lives."
, wouldn’t it be unfair to other people to only go to the Demon Clan?”
All the aliens were ecstatic.
But they didn't dare to nod. After all, they didn't dare to interrupt easily when the boss was talking.
"I also think it's not fair..." They didn't dare, but Yu Huan had no problem. He smiled and said: "Logically speaking, there are three hundred heroic spirits, but now there are only four of us left. No matter what,
We should all be united."
"But we are all colleagues. It is not good to have to be divided into masters and subordinates. In my opinion, how about we each choose a clan and take turns to stay? Whichever clan's turn it is, let it decide. That way
It doesn’t hurt your kindness either.”
"Sanhou, what do you think?" Long Wenzhang turned his head and asked casually.
"I'll go with you..." Hu San roared.
Its goal is not only to restore the body, but also to find the ancestral land of the president.
Naturally, I don’t want to be separated from Long Wenzhang.
But these words sounded different to Centihuang and Yuhuan. Just a dragon pattern Zhang had already made them afraid. If there was a tiger three roars added to it, what could the horse do?
fight?
Seeing the faces of the two people, it was extremely difficult to see. Long Wenzhang also knew in his heart that the two people who would rather be chicken heads than phoenix heads definitely did not want to stay with him. Instead of being on guard at all times, it was better to let them go.
.
What's more, it had already thought about it when it was in Yunding Heavenly Palace. If most of the heroic spirits were there, it could take the lead and gather all the races outside the sky.
But now, there are only four people left, and it has no such intention. Even if Centihuang and Yuhuan desperately want to follow it, it will not agree.
After all, it may not be possible for a mere demon clan to provide for itself, let alone four super ninth-grade ones.
You know, if they want to restore their physical bodies, a few resources are not enough.
Just when Centihuang and Yu Huan were worried, worried that the other would force them to go to the Demon Clan together, Long Wenzhang suddenly withdrew his gaze.
Looking at the tombstone with hidden spirits behind him, he said: "The president often says that forceful melons are not sweet. In this case, there is no need for us to force ourselves together."
"There is only one tombstone. If we don't put it together, what will the rest of the people do?" Centihuang and Yu Huan immediately became vigilant...
It seems that they are worried that Long Wenzhang will suddenly attack.
After all, in their view, only by getting rid of other people can they enjoy the hidden spirit tombstone alone...
Although no one would care about this thing once it has a physical body, but before it has a physical body, they still need the protection of this thing.
Seeing the vigilant looks of several people, Long Wenzhang said "Humph!" "This is very difficult, just break him."
"Can you break something that can... grow?" Centihuang said dumbfounded.
"Sanhou, come on." Long Wenzhang said with a smile.
How does it know...
What am I good at?
Hu Sanhou's pupils shrank, but he didn't refuse. He nodded silently, and under the shocked eyes of Centihuang and Yu Huan, he walked step by step towards the hidden spirit tombstone.
"What is it good at?" Centihuang asked secretly.
"How...how do I know?" Yu Huan rolled his eyes and said angrily.
"Just break it into four pieces." Long Wenzhang said.
"good!"
After Hu San roared, his aura suddenly condensed, and he instantly transformed into a tiger body, and smacked the tombstone of the Hidden Spirit with his paw.
There was only a loud "Bang!" sound, and the tombstone that had been placed in the Psionics Society for who knows how many years was actually slapped into four pieces.
Seeing that, both Centihuang and Yu Huan's eyes almost popped out, and their faces were full of horrified murmurs, saying: "It's so... powerful, probably comparable to the puppet bird raised by the president.
Bar."
Hu Sanhou shook his head: "Compared to it, I'm still a little worse..."