"If in the end, my disciple won by a fluke, the first twenty bottles of pills will belong to my disciple."

"As for the victory of the Chinese, we will do as we please."

Just listen, Xinluo, a middle-aged swordsman, goes straight to the point.

Obviously, this time, the middle-aged swordsman is also well prepared. He has already made all the preparations in advance. He can even tell the name of Wu Mingsheng in a word.

From this point, it is not difficult to see that the two people of Xinluo who came here were typical of 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 cultivation of Silla was powerful, it was only for sixty-four years that the inheritance of Silla was there.

Moreover, Xinluo was a subsidiary of China before.

Therefore, they naturally did not have such a profound existence as alchemists.

It can be said that in a sense, their pills in Xinluo are more rare and precious than those in China.

What's more, Silla is just a small area, not as big as a province in China.

Therefore, there is no doubt that the total number of practitioners of Silla is far less than that of China.

If this time, the two swordsmen in Xinluo could get the 25 bottles of pills from the Chinese people.

Then, for the twenty-five practitioners of Silla, their combat effectiveness will also get a qualitative leap!

Now that the matter has come to an end, the old man in black can't help feeling a bit hesitant at this time. From his point of view, he naturally doesn't want this Xinluo to get the 25 bottles of precious pills.

Although, China has always been a country of rites and rites, the Chinese empire is also known as the birthplace of Xiuzhen.

But now, if he refuses, the black robed old man's action is obviously detrimental to the dignity of the Chinese spiritual world.

It's like that the Chinese Xiuzhen world is really afraid of their so-called Xinluo Xiuzhen world.

They are so talented and talented that they have no courage to fight against a tiny country like Silla? It's funny. It's ridiculous.

Zhang Xiaofan, who was directly under the challenge arena, had no intention of concealing or covering up the group of people. He was very magnanimous and spoke out loud.

Although Zhang Xiaofan also saw all this in his eyes, especially when he saw the hesitation of the old man in black, he could not help but smile in his heart.

Ha ha ha...

what is there to be hesitant about? Good ink?!

If Zhang Xiaofan had been changed to Zhang Xiaofan, he would have pulled out Tiancong cloud sword and had the heads of these two swordsmen in Xinluo be cut off. How could he have been grinding with him here? What nonsense?

As for the state of rites and ceremonies, what is the Heavenly Kingdom?!

All of these are appellations without any gold nutrition, and have no substantial value at all.

Only a truly overwhelming fighting capacity is the key to determine one's status in this international practice world and the right to speak!

This is roughly the same as that of the "stepfather" of Silla when he attacked Persia www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!