Duan Ziqian was deeply surprised that the three additional conditions proposed by Gu Changxiao were not for his own benefit.
But soon, he reacted and said with a livid face: "Did you make a deal with Jiang Lin'an?"
Gu Changxiao said calmly: "Yes, it is a mutually beneficial transaction for both parties. I take the big share and he takes the small share. I really can't find any reason to refuse."
"As for the conditions, that's all."
"As long as you agree and swear by the catastrophe of a saint, I will rescue you immediately."
Duan Ziqian's anger sank into his dantian, and he held his breath: "Jiang Changnian, I can stay still, and Jiang's Immortal Clan, I can also forget about it."
"As you said, this is a personal feud between Jiang Lin'an and I. There is no need to implicate innocent people."
"But Suning..."
He sneered and said with a gloomy expression: "I can't keep this son, I will kill him."
Gu Changxiao asked curiously: "Why?"
Duan Ziqian said angrily: "If I guess correctly, when Jiang Lin'an's soul dissipated, he secretly gave his inheritance to Suning."
"The nine magical powers he has mastered, all kinds of magical arts, and all his memories."
"With the power of dragon and phoenix, Suning is the second Jiang Lin'an."
"If you give him time to grow, who can guarantee that one day he won't attack Prince Wen?"
Gu Chang smiled and said sarcastically: "That's it?"
Duan Ziqian lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Be prepared for a rainy day, you have to be on guard."
"Dian Wen suffered a catastrophe six thousand years ago and was criticized by thousands of people. It is really difficult to withstand the second heavy blow."
Gu Changxiao flicked the handle of the knife, making a crisp and sweet sound.
Duan Ziqian held the "Xunzi Deduction" and sincerely suggested: "Everyone take a step back?"
Gu Changxiao said resolutely: "No, in order of scoring when making a deal, Jiang Lin'an comes first and you come last."
"The catastrophe that belongs to Wen Palace will start officially now, and the other will wait until the day Suning enters the semi-sacred realm."
"It's up to you how to choose."
After saying that, he slowly backed up and walked further and further away.
Duan Ziqian laughed miserably and said with messy breath: "It's up to you."
"But I'll say it first. If I don't kill Suning, it doesn't mean that the entire Wen Palace will stay still."
"The dignified Martial Arts Ancestor, a being in the seventh realm of semi-saints, works as a bodyguard for ants in the animal world, hahaha..."
"Gu, you really opened my eyes."
...
Three days later, Wuchen Fairyland.
The house of a direct disciple, in a dark secret room.
Suning sat cross-legged on the futon, eyes closed, breathing and breathing.
In front of him, floating a wisp of "immortal power" as thick as a baby's arm, commonly known in China as "the air of creation".
Because of Jiang Linan's appearance, the hunting was suspended.
Not only did he successfully stay in the immortal world to practice, he also had the opportunity to wash away his mortal flesh and bones today.
"call."
Sighing out breath, Suning suddenly opened his eyes.
The light flashed out of his eyes, and his cultivation of the 18th level of martial arts was at its peak.
In the corner, Luo Chen, who did not hesitate to personally protect his disciple, nodded with satisfaction and said: "The injury has healed and the foundation is profound. It is time to break through to the true fairyland."
Suning solemnly stretched out his right hand and wrapped the air of creation with spiritual power.
"Buzz."
Golden light emerged, illuminating the entire secret room.
Under the touch of the fingertips, the air of creation seemed to be alive, seeping into the flesh and blood involuntarily.
The speed was so fast that Suning did not expect it.
"this......"
He was shocked and subconsciously wanted to control it.
Luo Chen stopped him and said, "Relax your mind and let everything take its course."
