"If my disciple wins by chance in the end, the first twenty bottles of pills will belong to my disciple."
"As for you Chinese, if you win, we will do as you please."
Just listen, the middle-aged swordsman in Silla comes straight to the point.
Obviously, this time, the middle-aged swordsman also came prepared. He had made all the preparations in advance. He was able to break the name of Wu Mingsheng with a word.
From this point, it is not difficult to see that the typical two men of Silla came from the 25 bottles of pills in their hands.
After hearing this, the black robed old man's face was slightly stiff. He had already expected that although the Xiuzhen kingdom of Silla was strong, it was only sixty-four years because the Xiuzhen inheritance of Silla had been there.
Moreover, Silla used to be a subsidiary of China.
Therefore, they naturally did not have such a profound existence as alchemists.
It can be said that in a sense, in Silla, their pills are more rare and precious than those in China.
In addition, Silla is just a small area, not as big as a province in China.
Therefore, in terms of the total number of the practitioners in Silla, naturally, they are far less than Huaxia, which is beyond doubt.
If this time, the two swordsmen in Xinluo can get these 25 bottles of pills from the Chinese.
Then, for the 25 practitioners in Silla, their combat effectiveness will also get a leap!
At this point, the old man in black robe could not help feeling a little hesitant. From his point of view, he naturally did not want to let Silla get these 25 bottles of precious pills.
Although China has always been a land of etiquette, the kingdom of heaven is also known as the birthplace of cultivation.
But now, if he refused, the black robed old man's move was obviously harmful to the dignity of the Chinese cultivation world.
It's like that the Chinese spiritual world is really afraid of what they call the Silla spiritual world.
How could they not even have the courage to compete with a tiny country like Silla and fight together? This is too funny, too ridiculous.
And Zhang Xiaofan, who was right under the challenge arena, didn't want to hide or hide his words from these people. He was very magnanimous and said it directly.
Although Zhang Xiaofan also saw all this, especially when he saw the hesitation of the old man in black robe, a sneer could not help but emerge in his heart.
Interesting.....
What's the hesitation, the ink?!
If it were Zhang Xiaofan, he would have pulled out the Tiancong cloud sword at this time, and let people directly cut off the heads of the two Silla swordsmen. What nonsense is there with him?
As for the state of etiquette, the kingdom of heaven?!
All of these are just some terms without any gold content. They have no substantive value at all.
Only the real overwhelming combat power is the key to determine one's position and discourse power in the international practice world!
This is roughly the same as when Silla's "stepfather" once attacked Persia