Chapter 2472
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Under Rat's strong suggestion, Zhen Xiaoxiao looked deeply at Feng Suiyun's sincere face.
Then, the coldness on his face disappeared and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.
"Senior Feng's invitation is very tempting, but unfortunately, I am a man of my word. Before coming to this trial, I had already promised the seniors of the Hidden Beast Sect that once we enter the Three Middle Clouds, I will report to them."
What?
When did you agree to the invitation of the Hidden Beast Sect? How come I didn't know?
After hearing the white horse's confusing answer, Rat's heart slightly skipped a beat. However, his reputation as a playboy was not just for show.
Rat had never lost in swindling, deceiving, and pretending!
"That's right! How could I forget about this! This is too f * cking regretful! "Rat slapped his forehead and immediately revealed a pained expression.
Luckily, you are not stupid!
Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought you along!
Very satisfied with Rat's performance, the white horse also lowered its head with a dejected expression.
"The Hidden Beast Sect … a small place like that?"
Feng Suiyun was slightly surprised by the white horse's answer. After a moment of silence, he let out a long sigh and gently comforted the white horse and Rat with a conflicted expression.
"Forget it, my Spirit Race doesn't like to force others. In any case, once we reach the Three Middle Clouds, there will be opportunities to cooperate. At that time, when you need my little friend's help, just give me some face and don't refuse."
"Of course." Zhen Xiaoxiao's attitude was modest.
This kind of attitude was very pleasing to Feng Suiyun's heart.
Thus, when he waved his hand to open the entrance of the trial, he didn't forget to add one more sentence.
"Once you ascend to the middle three clouds, little friend, you will naturally understand that the Hidden Beast Sect and the Evil Beast Sect are merely a small force from the beast races of the Distant Flame Realm. My Spirit Abyss Pavilion originates from the Gentle Wind Realm. We are the true overlord of the Wind City Extreme Heaven.
Hearing these words.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's steps paused for a moment. He turned around and slowly nodded towards Feng Suiyun. Only then did he drag the severely injured Rat out of the Golden Lotus Pond.
"Quickly swallow the blue star in your hand. Don't let your injuries worsen!"
Once again standing under the dazzling sunlight of Wind City, Zhen Xiaoxiao took a deep breath of fresh spiritual energy. Only then did he feel that the suffocating feeling in the Golden Lotus Restaurant had left his body and his soul had become lively again.
"Just now, why did you reject Mister Feng's invitation? Do you know that although the number of Spirit Tribe cultivators is very small, their power is very terrifying in the Ultimate Sky Realm? "
Rat was quite obedient. While crazily swallowing the Blue Star in his mouth, he frantically asked Zhen Xiaoxiao for the reason.
"Hmph!"
It was better not to mention it.
At the mention of the Spirit Race and the Golden Lotus House, a sinister smile appeared on Zhen Xiaoxiao's face.
"Recruiting experts is a lie. They don't want anyone to pass the trial. If it wasn't for the fact that they were afraid that we might come from a powerful force, they would never have let us leave alive! "
"As for this, it's just a cover to shut our mouths!"
Waving the golden lotus token in front of Rat, Zhen Xiaoxiao threw one of the tokens into his chest.
"Why don't I understand? What are you talking about?" Rat caught the token with one claw, but there was still a puzzled expression on his face.
"Soul Harvest!"
"I can clearly feel that the cultivators who are under the illusion technique during the trial will have some of their origin power secretly taken away by something from their spirit bodies."
Only when facing Rat, Zhen Xiaoxiao would tell him everything he knew.
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