"Little master, can you calculate it more carefully and see if there are any omissions?"
"Yes, it was just three days ago that everything was going well. What's the 'opportunity' to win? And we all have a 70% to 80% chance of winning!"
"Why did you suddenly change your mind now and your odds of winning have more than doubled?"
Hearing the questioning, the handsome little monk's expression, which was originally quite "kind", suddenly flashed with a ruthless look: "What you two mean by these words is that you are questioning my divination."
Fa?"
"Humph, in that case, please take the two people with you and leave as soon as possible!"
"According to the blood oath we made before, if you and I meet again after three days, don't blame us for not remembering our former alliance and killing each other."
At the end of the sentence, the young monk, who was called Master Kongyun, waved his hand angrily: "It's better to leave without seeing him off!"
Looking back on what happened in the past three days, this handsome "little master" always had a kind face and had never been angry or blushing with anyone.
But now, his sudden tough attitude caught them both off guard!
"No, no, no, I don't mean that."
"Yes, yes, I also never thought about leaving our large army. I was just a little anxious, so I made a mistake and said the wrong thing. I hope my little master..."
"Oh no, I hope Master Kongyun can bear with me?"
The main reason for the great change in the attitude of these two people was the young monk's miraculous divination method.
If they really leave the team out of anger, after the three-day "blood oath protection period" has passed, Master Kongyun will be able to easily figure out their specific location with a pinch of his fingers.
The two of them believe that when the time comes, they will never be like the little monk said, "If we meet again by fate, don't blame us for not remembering our former alliance and killing each other." The correct statement should be
——
"When I figure out your specific location, don't blame us for not remembering our former allies, hunting you down, and plundering resources!"
No matter how impatient and fiery those two people are, they would never dare to use their own meager combat power to go head-to-head with the behemoth united by more than a dozen sects...
After admitting his mistake, the young monk Kongyun's expression softened a little: "Amitabha, if you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good~"
After he finished reciting this mantra, his whole temperament no longer had the slightest bit of gloominess, and he returned to his previous compassionate and gentle state.
The speed and depth of this change of appearance really opened everyone's eyes!
"Um... Master Kongyun, as you just said, our chances of winning have plummeted from 70% to 80% at the beginning to about 30% now. So should we continue? Or should we change the original plan and redraft the strategy?
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"Haha~"
The handsome young monk chuckled lightly, and then said: "Don't ask the young monk about this matter, you should ask more about your own hearts."
"Uh...ask our own hearts?"
"Hey, why can't I understand something? What do you mean?"
"Master Kongyun, please give me some advice?"
The young monk smiled calmly: "Amitabha!"
He held one palm upright, holding it in front of his chest in the shape of a knife. After reciting a Buddhist sound, he said casually: "As the poor monk said before, in this competition on the ancient battlefield, he won the title of 'Nine Titles'."
Your 'opportunity' to win is all here."
"As long as you can seize this opportunity, at least one of your sects will be able to reach the 'Nine Ranks'."
"According to the blood oath we made, no matter which side finally obtains the ninth title, they must try their best to support the ally sects before the next Bosuo Ancient Battlefield begins. It is tantamount to achieving both glory and glory!"
"However, this 'win chance' is not easy to grasp. For you and me, we only have a 30% chance of winning."
"The poor monk wants you to ask yourselves: Is it worthwhile to use a 30% chance of winning to win a 'nine titles'?"
"The answer you give deep in your heart determines whether we will continue to move forward..."
Everyone suddenly realized——
"Oh, so that's what it means."
"Well, speaking of it, the 30% chance of winning is not high, but if you look at the winning rate of the 'Nine Titles' and the entire Whirlpool Ancient Battlefield, the 30% chance is extremely high!"
"good."
"Even if we don't fight for this 30% chance of victory, we will fight and fight on our own. If we want one force to reach the 'Nineth Rank' in the end, I'm afraid we will have to pay a huge price, right?"
"With a little less luck, it's not impossible for the whole army to be wiped out!"
"This is exactly the reason, so I decided to fight this time!"
"Yes, as long as we can overcome this current disaster, there will be a bright future for us."
"If other general sect forces knew that we have about a 30% chance of directly aspiring for the 'Ninth Rank', I'm afraid they would all be so envious that their eyes would turn green, right?"
"Well, if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cub? Just do it!"
Soon, the eighteen sects had reached a consensus, and with renewed vigor and blazing fighting spirit, they headed towards the Yuxian Ice Palace's destination.
After a while, the group of ice palace female cultivators who were waiting solemnly appeared in the soul perceptions of the sects from all sides.
Many people raised their eyebrows: "Hey? What a powerful enemy our Tao is. It turns out to be the Yuxian Ice Palace?"
"If I had met them in the last Whirling Ancient Battlefield, my heart and hands might still be trembling."
"But in this session... the Yuxian Ice Palace has already been severely damaged by the Huashen Water Palace. What do some female disciples mean?"
"Hahahahahahaha, it seems that this fierce battle to reach the 'Nineth Rank' is much easier than imagined?"
Under the impact of this sudden "good news", many male cultivators couldn't help but burst with desire: "Hey, hey, hey, the female cultivators of the Ice Palace opposite, please listen to me. I have sworn a blood oath and am willing to be a slave."
, to save your life!”
"Yes, those who disobey and disobey will be killed without mercy!"
Only the handsome little monk looked suspiciously, thinking to himself: "It's weird, how can a mere ice palace female cultivator give me, the combined forces of the eighteen sects, only a 30% chance of winning?"
"Could the other party have an ambush?"
"No, that's not right... I just made a divination a hundred breaths ago, and there is no ambush here."
"What exactly is the problem? There has never been a 'miscalculation' in my divination method!"
At this moment, a roaring sound that could not conceal its excitement stirred up in all directions: "Ha, the Nether Blood Blade in my hand just shouted that it is thirsty, so so many people took the initiative to 'send blood'?"