War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

In the face of Zhen Pingfan's urgent inquiry, Duan Lingtian pondered for a moment before slowly opening his mouth, "If he didn't hide any means...sure."

"Even if he really hides any means, as long as it's not too exaggerated, so exaggerated that we can't imagine that... No matter how bad it is, it can still be a draw."

"Elder Zhen, please speak to Elder Yunfeng."

Hearing Duan Lingtian's last sentence, Zhen Pingfan, who was in the nearby mansion, suddenly lit up, and then responded with an excited tone, "Okay!"

Originally, after learning about Wan Chenghong's strength, he no longer had much hope.

But he didn't expect that after he told Duan Lingtian in detail about the approximate combat power he had raised in the first hundred years after entering the upper rank of God Sovereign, and now he said what he had heard about Wan Chenghong's current strength, Duan Lingtian still replied such a remark.

Duan Lingtian was about to tell him the word 'sure'.

At this moment, he thought silently in his heart...

Duan Lingtian, I hope you didn't cheat on me.

I believe you once.

If I lose, the old man in my family will rip me off even if he doesn't kill me!

never mind.

If it really doesn't work, then I'll take you to run along...isn't that loyal enough? Otherwise, if I run away, the old man has nowhere to vent his anger, so he might find you to vent his anger.

Taking a deep breath, Zhen Pingfan sent a message back to the Yunfeng line of Chunyangzong.

After Zhen Yunfeng received Zhen Pingfan's subpoena, the first sentence was, "Are you crazy?"

"Let Duan Lingtian and Wan Chenghong play against each other and bet on a half-soul high-grade artifact? Are you sure there is nothing wrong with your brain?"

"One more thing, believe it or not, I broke your leg?"

Zhen Yunfeng was really angry.

You said that if Duan Lingtian and the three boys from the Seven Killing Valley gambled against the half-soul high-grade artifact, that's all, the winning rate is basically 100%...

But now, his son seems to be gambling, and he actually wants Duan Lingtian to gamble with Wan Chenghong from the Wan Cheng family to bet on a half-soul high-grade artifact!

Are you my son, or Wan Tengjue's son?

Just in a hurry, want to give my half-soul high-grade artifact to that old boy Wan Chengjue?

"Father, listen to me..."

Zhen Pingfan was a little helpless, and he felt it was normal for his father to have such a reaction, "People from the Seven Killing Valley are not stupid... People from the Wancheng family are not stupid either."

"You should be clear about this."

"Seven Killing Valley is reluctant to gamble because they are not sure."

"But the Wancheng family, do you think they will be unsure?"

"Besides, with Wan Tengjue's temper, do you think that if I deliberately anger him, he will refuse this gambling fight?"

Hearing Zhen Pingfan's words, Zhen Yunfeng sneered, "Of course he won't refuse. If I were him, someone rushed to give me a half-soul high-grade artifact, why should I refuse?"

Zhen Yunfeng suddenly felt that he had spoiled his son too much in the past?

If he hadn't confirmed that this son was his own, he would have doubted whether his son was the illegitimate son of someone from the Wancheng family!

Has anyone done this?

Your father and I only have such a high-quality half-soul artifact!

"Father."

Zhen Pingfan smiled bitterly, "The situation you mentioned is the situation in which Duan Lingtian was defeated."

"But haven't you thought about it, what if Duan Lingtian wins?"

As soon as Zhen Pingfan said these words, Zhen Yunfeng was silent for a while, and then he spit out three words, "Impossible!"

Duan Lingtian stepped into the realm of the middle god emperor, he knew this.

If Duan Lingtian consolidates the cultivation of the median god emperor,

He believed that Duan Lingtian was expected to defeat the average high-ranking god emperor.

But the problem is:

Duan Lingtian has only two years to break through to the realm of the median god emperor. In two years, his cultivation base is probably just beginning to consolidate.

No matter how talented Duan Lingtian is, it will be difficult for him to completely consolidate the cultivation base of the median god emperor in less than ten years.

"Yeah, even your father thinks it's impossible, then Wan Chengjue and the people of the Wancheng family will definitely think it's impossible... In this case, how can they refuse the temptation of a half-soul high-grade artifact?"

This time, Zhen Pingfan was not giving his father a chance to speak, and he said all of his gains in the past few days, "In the past few days, I have basically grasped the situation of Wan Chenghong."

"And just now, Duan Lingtian also gave me a response... He said that if Wan Chenghong didn't hide his strength, he would be sure to defeat him."

"In addition, even if Wan Chenghong hides his strength, as long as the hidden strength is not too exaggerated, he is sure to draw a tie with Wan Chenghong."

"Father, you can't trust me, can't you trust Duan Lingtian? You told me earlier that although Duan Lingtian is young, he is more stable than me."

"Now, aren't you trying to deny what you said before?"

Zhen Pingfan said.

"Duan Lingtian really said that?"

Zhen Yunfeng was silent for a while before asking.

Duan Lingtian, although he doesn't get along very much, he can see that he is not a targetless person. With Duan Lingtian's character, he should not mess around.

"Yes."

Zhen Pingfan said with great certainty: "Otherwise, I'll go back now and exchange soul beads for you, so that you can get in touch?"

"That's not necessary."

Zhen Yunfeng was silent for a while, and said: "Tell me, what you have learned about Wan Chenghong's situation, I will learn more about it here... As for Duan Lingtian, you can also ask him about his situation, so I can do a good job. Compared."

"If it's not too risky, it's okay to gamble."

At this moment, Zhen Yunfeng was obviously moved, but he still wanted to confirm it for himself.

After all, it was also related to the ownership of the top-grade half-soul artifacts in his hands.

This high-grade artifact of his has been conceived for many years before giving birth to a half-soul...

Thinking about giving birth to such a high-grade artifact is hard to beat.

Perhaps, before such a high-grade half-soul artifact was conceived, he would not be able to survive the thousand-year calamity that followed, and his death would disappear.

"Okay."

Zhen Pingfan knew his father's prudence, and he didn't write anything when he heard the words. He told his luck about his investigation, and then asked Duan Lingtian about the situation on Duan Lingtian's side.

When he heard about Duan Lingtian's situation, Zhen Pingfan's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he took a deep breath and looked at it, "You brat, no wonder you are confident."

"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect..."

...

In the blink of an eye, it had been half a month since Duan Lingtian and his party came to the Valley of Seven Kills.

On this day, Yu Zhanglian, the elder of the Seven Kills Valley, once again came to the valley where Duan Lingtian and other people from the Chunyang sect were located, and prepared to take a group of people from the Chunyang sect to the trading conference site.

The trade conference will last for three days.

Three days is actually not a long time, but it is enough for the five top god emperor-level forces in Dongling Prefecture to complete some transactions.

This time, the people of all major forces brought a lot of things, ready to sell or exchange for other things they need.

"Elder Zhen, Elder Ye, let's go."

After Zhen Pingfan took everyone from the Pure Yang Sect including Duan Lingtian to the sky, Yu Zhanglian greeted everyone with a smile. This time, Yu Zhanglian came alone, without his disciple Daowei.

At the same time, Duan Lingtian saw that Yu Zhanglian's gaze suddenly shifted and landed in the distance, above another valley.

There, there is also an elder of the Seven Kills Valley, who is preparing to set off with a group of people.

"Elder Zhen, Elder Ye, and the members of the Wancheng family are also preparing to go over... Let's go over to say hello to them, and then go over together, how about?"

Yu Changlian smiled and asked Zhen Pingfan and Tibetan Yimai Jingxu for their opinions.

"Okay."

Zhen Pingfan heard the words, looked at Yu Zhanglian with deep meaning, and then took the people of the Chunyang Sect, under the leadership of Yu Zhanglian, to join the people of the Wancheng family.

This time, nearly a hundred people came from Chunyang Sect.

On the other side of the Wancheng family, nearly a hundred people came, and they were all in a mighty crowd.

However, after seeing Duan Lingtian's group approaching, the group of people on the opposite side, the people who had just left, stopped with the leader of the Seven Killing Valley elders.

"Elder Wan Cheng."

After Yu Zhanglian took the initiative to greet the burly old man headed by the Wan Cheng family, Zhen Pingfan also said hello to the other party, "Master Wan Cheng, it's been a long time since I saw you, your style is still the same."

A burly old man, wearing a loose dark golden robe, with a resolute and majestic face, facing Yu Changlian and Zhen Pingfan took the initiative to greet him, just glanced at Yu Changlian lightly, and then looked at Zhen Pingfan, a stiff and determined one. A faint smile appeared on Zhang's face, "It turned out to be Senior Nephew Zhen Pingfan."

"This time, on the side of Chunyang Sect, is Zhen Pingfan leading the team?"

The burly old man, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is the golden seat elder of the Wan Cheng family, Wan Cheng Jue.

"Won't wait."

Now, Duan Lingtian was standing in the crowd, and a look of pity flashed in Wan Zhaijue's eyes.

Is this the person who was hated by the elder Yu Zhanglian for more than 30,000 years?

"Yes."

Zhen Pingfan responded with a smile, and at the same time looked at the young man in silver robe who was walking side by side with the other old men behind Wan Chengjue, his eyes suddenly lit up, "This one, I think it is your genius great-grandson, Master Wan Cheng. right?"

The young man in silver robe, with a stern and handsome face and a cold temperament, was staring at Zhen Pingfan in the face of Zhen Pingfan's glance.

"Hong'er, this is your Uncle Zhen, the first person under the middle god emperor of Chunyang Sect."

Wan Chengjue spoke, although he didn't turn his head, he was obviously talking to the young man.

Hearing the words, the young man squeezed out a faint radian on his stern face, and slightly cupped his hands: "Wan Chenghong, I have seen Master Zhen."

"good."

Zhen Pingfan nodded, then said with a smile, "It's really a talent."

"but……"

"Compared to Duan Lingtian of our Pure Yang Sect, it's still a bit worse."

No one expected that Zhen Pingfan would suddenly say the following sentence, which was abrupt and obviously out of time, causing everyone present except Duan Lingtian and Yu Zhanglian to be sluggish for a while. .

"Zhen Pingfan, what do you mean by that?!"

Just when Wan Chenghong's complexion changed, the faint smile on Wan Chengjue's face disappeared instantly, and when he looked at Zhen Pingfan again, anger rose in his eyes.