A Good Romance
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Ling Han and the Empress walked out, and saw that there were actually a great many strangers on the battleship, but all of them were peerless in their generation, possessing an astonishing aura.
The prodigies of the various great sects and clans.
They were definitely all king tiers, and none of them was weaker than Fu Gaoyun in terms of aura, having the confidence of invincibility.
"Fu Gaoyun, I heard that one of your subordinates restored an ancient technique for Fairy Rou. I have a follower who is unconvinced, and wants to seek guidance from that subordinate of yours," a young man said.
Ling Han recognized him. He was Qianzhao Tian, the first to jump out a few days ago and say that he wanted to see Bewitching Maiden Rou.
This name was not good.
Ling Han subconsciously disliked this person, and now that he heard the other's words, he couldn't help but feel even angrier.
Fu Gaoyun waved his hand, and said, "Ling Han is my brother, not my subordinate," he corrected seriously.
"Hehe." Everyone did not believe him. For king tiers and heirs like them, if they wanted to make friends, they had to be worthy in terms of status. According to the other members of the Fu Clan, Ling Han was only a minor character in a subordinate force of the Fu Clan.
"Gaoyun, since everyone wants to see that Ling Han, why don't you ask him to come out?" one person said to Fu Gaoyun.
He was Fu Cai, so he was naturally a member of the Fu Clan, but he belonged to Fu Xiuping's branch. Previously, Fu Xiuping's branch had not made any trouble, but now they suddenly showed their sword.
Whether it was Fu Xiuping or Fu Bingbing, they naturally wanted nothing more than for Ling Han to disappear immediately. Only then could the four great heirs return to their previous state of balance. At least, no one had absolute confidence that they would win, and they could still compete before the current clan leader decided to abdicate.
Fu Cai was the leader of Fu Xiuping's branch on this trip to the Hidden Dragon Mystery Realm. He was at the peak stage of the fourth severance, and had already tempered at this cultivation level for tens of billions of years. His battle prowess was incredibly frightening, definitely not weaker than any king tier of the same cultivation level. In fact, he might even surpass them.
There was nothing that could be done. He could not advance to the Dividing Soul Tier, so he could only desperately increase his battle prowess on his original foundation. in any case, his lifespan was unlimited, so he could increase it no matter what.
Fu Gaoyun's expression was ugly. These outsiders were already giving him a headache, and he, as one of his own, not only did not help him, but actually took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire. This was really too detestable.
He really wanted to slap him to death.
"Haha, who wants to exchange pointers with me?" Ling Han strode over. When it came to battles, who was he afraid of?
"Ling Han." Everyone's gaze focused on him.
They had all heard about what had happened that day. It was probably Bewitching Maiden Rou who had purposely released it. Otherwise, even if they had not said it, Ling Han and Fu Gaoyun would not have spread it everywhere. Then why would these people target Ling Han?
This demoness is biting the hand that feeds her!
Was he really going to take her in and spank her every day?
Ling Han couldn't help but recall this scene in his mind, and he actually felt a little excited.
His heart shuddered. Though he had suppressed Bewitching Maiden Rou's charm that day, her Nine Revolutions Charm Physique was not just for show. Furthermore, she had also cultivated a charm technique, so it had still left a deep impression in his mind.
As expected of a Divine Fetus, it was able to subtly influence him.
Ling Han stood proudly and said, "That's right. You lined up to see me. Why the hell?"
Line up to see you.
Everyone couldn't help but explode with rage. Which one of them wasn't a king tier, a Holy Son or a successor of a three-star force? Putting aside Ling Han, even Fu Gaoyun wasn't qualified for them to line up to meet him.
"What a madman," someone said coldly.
"He needs to be taught a lesson."
"Then let's play!"
These people all requested to send their subordinates to spar with Ling Han. Of course, they couldn't personally participate. With their status, they had to be reserved.
"Hmph, this is my Fu family's warship, and it's not your turn to be so unbridled," Fu Gaoyun said unhappily. Did they really think he was just a decoration?
"Haha, what's wrong with exchanging pointers?" Fu Cai laughed.
"That's right!" Two other members of the Fu Family agreed. They were the leaders sent by Fu Tonghai and Fu Bingbing.
Three to one. Even if Fu Gaoyun was the successor of the clan, his objection would be ineffective.
Ling Han laughed heartily and said, "It's fine if you want to spar with me, but I never fight for nothing. How about this, we'll bet with Pseudo-Immortal Metal. If you can't take it out, then scram. I won't be accompanying a pauper. "
It was a rare opportunity to make a fortune, so it would be a waste not to slaughter these fat pigs.
Qianzhao Tian and the others naturally wouldn't cower. Though they wouldn't personally act, they had prodigies that had been carefully nurtured by their clans and sects. They had been stuck at the peak stage of the fourth severance for who knew how many years, and even they had to admit that they were inferior to them in battle prowess.
And this still couldn't deal with Ling Han?
"Then enter the Black Rain Platform to battle." A young man tossed out a small box. It grew as it landed, but it was only the size of a chessboard, just like a tournament stage.
This was a tournament stage that had been refined by an elite, forming a Spatial God Tool that could battle inside. Even the battle ripples of Severing Mundane Tier elites couldn't possibly leak out, and could be said to be the best place to spar.
"Then I'll show my incompetence first." Qianzhao Tian smirked coldly, turned around, and said, "Grandpa Yuan, I'll leave it to you."
Behind him, a middle-aged man nodded, his expression cold.
His name was Qianzhao Yuan, and he was Qianzhao Tian's senior of who knew how many generations. Very, very long ago, he had already advanced to the fourth severance, but after more than 10 billion years, he still hadn't broken through to the Dividing Soul Tier, but in the Severing Mundane Tier, he could rank in the top three in the Zhao Clan, and even Qianzhao Tian was no match for him.
At least not until Qianzhao Tian reached the peak stage of the fourth severance.
Qianzhao Yuan's figure leaped, landing on that "chessboard". When he neared the chessboard, his figure was also continuously shrinking. When he landed on the chessboard, he had already shrunk several tens of thousands of times, and was like an ant on the chessboard.
"Ling Han, it's your turn!" Qianzhao Tian said to Ling Han. He was very displeased. At the time, it was he who had first requested to see Bewitching Maiden Rou, and that was why Bewitching Maiden Rou had suggested testing him with an incomplete cultivation technique. Who would have thought that it would be Ling Han and Fu Gaoyun who would be able to have a rendezvous with Bewitching Maiden Rou?
Ling Han chuckled. "Where's the wager?"
"Humph!" Qianzhao Tian flung out his hand, and a few pieces of Pseudo-Divine Metal were tossed into the chessboard, which similarly turned into infinitely small pieces.
Ling Han did not move, but instead said, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me? If there is, hurry up and place your bet. Otherwise, I won't accept it later! Also, once you place your bet, you can't take it back!"
"Can you pass the first round?" Beiyu Xiong asked darkly.
"You don't have to worry about that. Even if I am beaten half to death, I will still accept the second round, and the third round," Ling Han said deliberately. Otherwise, if others knew of his strength, would he still be able to earn any wager?
Immediately, a few people who were displeased with Ling Han all threw down their Pseudo-Divine Metal.
Ling Han broke into a grin. Pseudo-Divine Metal had to be forged from at least two kinds of top-grade Godly metal, and this amount could not be small, either. Otherwise, how could its toughness reach the requirements of "Pseudo-Divine Metal"?
Thus, a piece of Pseudo-Divine Metal was at least comparable to 1,000 portions of Godly metal of the same size!
"Is there anyone else? Is there anyone else?" He shook his head and looked around. He was going to earn enough in one go.
Unfortunately, no one paid any more attention to him. They felt that he would be more or less dead after being beaten up four or five times, so there was no need to waste any more time on him.
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