Chapter 1382

BA Shengzi had given up borrowing the sword in his heart. As a result, Tang Lichuan's words raised a glimmer of expectation for him.

What is Tang Lichuan's strength? He lianwuwei and Mo Pengsheng, who have participated in the Taixu shenzang party, are bound to report the matter in the original. People in the supreme dragon city must know that Tang Lichuan has the ability to kill the strong of Wu Jun.

But if we don't fight for life and death and just let Tang Lichuan step back, doesn't he have such talents under the eight saints of Longcheng?

"Is the little prince serious?"

After all, Tang Lichuan is young and energetic. He seems to make a wrong decision when his head is hot. In order to speak out this kind of gambling agreement that is very unfavorable to him, the eight saints should certainly determine it.

"Ha ha, son of God, please don't worry. Tang said to me that one is the same. If I lose, the son of Kunwu divine sword can take it away now!"

With these words, Tang Lichuan took out Kunwu's divine sword directly from the heaven receiving bracelet and gave a meal in front of him. The brilliant sword light immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"What an extraordinary sword!"

Eight saints secretly praised him, and his face gradually became dignified and whispered, "are you sure, sir?"

The grey man who followed him silently took a step forward and respectfully said, "if you look at the description of commander Helian, I think I'm 40% sure I can step back from him, but when I see myself today, I'm afraid I have less than 30% confidence."

The grey Wu Jun didn't have that arrogant airs. After objectively evaluating the gap between him and Tang Lichuan, his answer seemed a little unsure.

"What? If you just step back from him, there is only a 30% chance of winning! Even the gentleman doesn't have absolute self-confidence. Can the son come forward?"

Eight saints were surprised when he heard the speech. I'm afraid the strength of the grey Wu Jun around him is no less than that of Mo's voice under the command of three saints, but he said he didn't have absolute confidence, and other experts under his command are even more difficult to be a big responsibility.

"Dare you ask the son who he has decided to send? If not, you might as well consider it slowly. As long as Tang is still a guest in Longcheng, this agreement will still be valid."

Seeing that the other party's face was uncertain, it was obvious that he couldn't get the strong one to fight with him for a while, so he made a ha ha and offered to postpone the agreement.

The longer this fight lasts, the more likely it will spread. When he wins in one fell swoop, his reputation will naturally be louder and his exposure rate will be higher. It's also good to avoid those stupid people who don't know who Tang Lichuan is.

From the standpoint of Tang Lichuan, I naturally hope that more people will pay more attention to this competition, but for the eight saints, borrowing Kunwu divine sword can only be preemptive and can not be delayed.

He doesn't borrow a sword. His imperial brother won't miss the opportunity to make great achievements.

"There is only less than 30% chance of winning. It's too low..."

But the failure rate is too high, which is undoubtedly a waste of the only chance to borrow the sword.

The eight saints muttered for a while, and suddenly whispered, "Sir, there is not a move to ban the art. If you show it, can you add a little chance of winning?"

"This... The son should know that this move can only be used once in the next life. It is the last means to maintain the safety of the son. I'm afraid it's inappropriate to use it now!"

The man in gray showed hesitation and said, "besides, even if I use the forbidden art, I can't guarantee 100% success. The son might as well choose another person."

When the words fell, a large group of people appeared at the other end of Qinfang garden. The first one had extraordinary demeanor and high crown, and walked quickly surrounded by a group of maid guards.

"I've seen brother Bahuang! I heard that the distinguished guest came here, so I came here nonstop. Unexpectedly, I was a step slower!"

The man first saluted the eight saints, then turned his eyes to Tang Lichuan and said, "this must be the new Lord of King Yu's house, little prince Tang! I'm the tenth saint of the Dragon City, long Qi. I've heard the name of the little prince for a long time. Today, I'm lucky to see the real face of the little prince. A small gift is no respect!"

As soon as he clapped his hands, he immediately walked out of a dozen palace maids holding a tray and respectfully sent the gifts to Tang Lichuan.

"Brother Shi Huang, don't you see that you have something to discuss with the little prince? It's rude to interrupt your brother's speech. Don't you step down!"

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao realized that the eight saints were most worried about someone competing with him. The ten saints followed his footsteps to see Tang Lichuan. It would be a simple visit of admiration. Presumably, the purpose was the same as him. They came completely for Kunwu's divine sword.

"Alas, brother Bahuang really wronged my little brother. When I came in, I heard that brother Bahuang didn't seem to make up his mind and was thinking about the agreement with the little prince. I didn't want to share my worries for him, so I came to recommend someone!"

What should be heard and what should not be heard were heard by the ten saints. With his wave, a dark and burly man stepped out of the crowd calmly.

The man's face was tattooed like a lizard, and his copper bell like eyes were frightening.

"Brother Bahuang, my servant has no other skills, but I am born with brute force! Since you can't make up your mind, why don't you try him?"

The ten saints smiled and said this. Their eyes pretended to fall on Kunwu divine sword at will. They suddenly added a bit of shock to their laughing look. The divine power of Kunwu divine sword is indeed more sharp than that in rumors.

"Nonsense! What's the occasion to get a cheap Kunlun slave? Doesn't it mean that there are no people under my noble son! Brother ten, I think you've gone too far since the eldest brother loosened his discipline on you!"

Cheng Yaojin killed a man on the way and wanted to rob him of his agreement with Tang Lichuan with a horizontal knife. He even came forward with humble slavery. It was just deliberately trying to make him stand down.

The strong and powerful under his command dare not promise to make Tang Lichuan step back. A humble slave boasted that he could do it.

"Since brother eight has moved out of the big brother, it can be seen that the big brother has always promoted talents and talents, regardless of his origin. If a person's ability is judged by his origin, how can commander Helian become the supreme commander in charge of the Forbidden Palace and guard?"

In a simple sentence, the ten saints said that the eight saints were speechless. In terms of origin, He Lian's fearless status was not much higher than that of Kunlun Nu, but even the eldest prince was put in important position. Did he dare to say that the eldest prince had made mistakes in employing people?

"I said you don't have to fight. Since both of you have prepared generous gifts, Tang is really sorry to favor one over the other! Time is limited, I don't think we need to worry about the small things of first come, first served. You send one person each and go together!"

The two holy sons are still talking about who should send someone to take this merit. Tang Lichuan is good. He opened his mouth carelessly and had to deal with two enemies at the same time.

Dugu Shi could not help frowning because of his big tone. He felt that he was blowing too much. The two martial princes could not retreat from him with a joint blow?

"Hahaha! The little prince is really cheerful, and the holy son won't refuse! Man Nu, go!"

Before the eight saints, the ten saints took the lead in opening a drink. The Kunlun slave took a step forward gently, and the whole Qinfang garden trembled for it. What an overbearing brute force!