432: C432 Negotiation Chips

C432 Negotiation Chips

Clothes?

The burlap sack was still a squarish one, but Bai Yi didn't know why, but when she saw the burlap sack suddenly disappear from Mo Yan's hands and suddenly appear on the other side of the platform, she had a strange feeling.

It was as if the burlap sack was worn by an invisible person...

Seeing that the axe was about to fall, Mo Yan still did not move, but the sack only flashed in the middle of the platform and disappeared again!

The most unbelievable thing was that the sack did not emit any Spiritual Force fluctuations!

There was no sound, no wind, and no Spiritual Force!

It was like a ghost! It was impossible to guard against!

When the sack appeared again... it was actually behind Zhong Yun!

It suddenly appeared out of thin air, and Zhong Yun did not notice it at all... Suddenly, he let out a strange cry!

"Ah -!"

Clang! The ax fell to the ground, but the sack seemed to have gone crazy. The black mouth on top of it swallowed Zhong Yun in an instant!

Zhong Yun stood on the high platform, and his head and shoulders were all swallowed by the sack, leaving only his hands to desperately pull off the sack, and his body twisted madly, but it was utterly useless, and the sack tightly coiled around Zhong Yun!

What sort of burlap sack spirit was this?

Among the surrounding crowd, there were also some people who were dumbstruck. They were frightened by the sudden appearance of the burlap sack spirit that could eat people.

"Aiyaya, what kind of magical artifact is this? I've never seen it before!"

"That's right, it's so inconspicuous. Why did it suddenly appear?"

"That's right, there's no Spiritual Force fluctuation at all? How are we supposed to defend against this!?"

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Seeing Zhong Yun's struggling getting weaker and weaker, Mo Yan had no intention of stopping. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the tall ship with his pale grey eyes.

"Humph, this is the bargaining chip of the negotiation." Bai Yi snapped her fingers and hugged her shoulders as she leaned against the chair and said with satisfaction.

"What do you mean?" Dongfang Yinqin asked.

Bai Yi lifted her chin and pointed at the situation on the stage. " The first time was a warning, and the second time was a win. Mo Yan wouldn't let this kid go so easily. This meant... If King of Myriad Spirits still did not come down to fight, then the third time... This brat must either die or be injured."

" So that's how it is! No wonder Elder Mo Yan still hasn't stopped... "

On the stage, Zhong Yun's body began to sway, and the audience below the stage became more and more nervous.

This photographer was also mischievous. At this moment, he actually projected Shebai's big face onto the big screen.

This old man's expression was calm, but it was still normal. He still had a smile on his face. When he saw himself on the television, he helplessly shook his head and smiled as he raised his hand.

With a whoosh, a green light shot out and headed straight for the gunny sack.

Although it was only a light movement, when the green light hit the sack, it could clearly feel a powerful shockwave spreading out in all directions!

"It's indeed different, it's interesting..." Bai Yi sat up straighter, "I am just afraid that Mo Yan is not a match!"

Shebai lightly jumped up and lightly jumped to Zhong Yun's side.

When Mo Yan's gunny sack was hit by the Spiritual Force, Bai Yi saw clearly that Mo Yan's entire body shook slightly.

Then, he immediately waved his hand and withdrew his magic. The gunny sack wobbled as if it was worn by a drunk person and returned to Mo Yan's ring.

Zhong Yun, who had just gotten rid of the sack, stopped his hands in the air. In a panic, he saw his father standing beside him, and his handsome face looked embarrassed. His face turned red and then white. "Father... child, child..."

"Forget it, you always feel that your magic weapon fighting technique is superb. Satisfied with yourself, now it's good, you've met an expert, right? If it wasn't for the fact that Elder Mo Yan wanted to give in to you, you would have already been eaten by that magical cloth bag. Hurry up and thank the elder, Mo Yan!"

" But, but my child... "Zhong Yun seemed to be unconvinced and wanted to explain something. However, when he saw Shebai's gaze, he immediately lowered his head." Yes! Thank you Elder Mo Yan, this junior has been taught!"

Mo Yan chuckled and nodded his head. He praised, "The young master of King of Myriad Spirits really lives up to his reputation. A tiger father does not have a dog son. Truly, the younger generation can be feared. In the future, his future will be limitless!"

Bai Yi curled her lips. This kind of official tone really existed in every world and era.

However, there was a saying that was right. Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes. The mouse's son could dig holes. Zhong Yun had grown up in the Myriad Spirit Palace, so he knew his father's behavior and temper. He had been influenced by his father. He had long learned how to control his emotions.

Looking at his young age, it was hard for people who didn't know the truth to not have a good impression of him due to his natural behavior.

Sure enough, the eyes of the melon-eating girls were filled with love...

In their eyes, winning or losing was no longer important.

Zhong Yun elegantly left the platform, leaving the battlefield to the main character.

Of course, Bai Yi was not satisfied.

"Mo Yan is definitely not a match for Shebai. If Divine Lord doesn't come..." He turned his head and looked at Zhiyan. "You still have to think of a way earlier."

Zhiyan's expression was solemn and resolute, "I'm afraid that the people of Tianji Pavilion won't give up. Even if Master has given the order..."

"We still have to think of a way!" Bai Yi interrupted, "They won't just sit and wait for death, will they? Do you really believe King of Myriad Spirits's words? If you disband them, what will happen to these small sects that attach themselves to the Tianji Pavilion? "

Seeing that Zhiyan did not reply, Bai Yi used her elbow to poke Linyuan, asking for his support. However, Linyuan pursed his lips and did not say a word.

His long white hair contrasted with Zhiyan's face and became even paler. He slightly narrowed his eyes and stared at the two people on the high platform.

Peng Qingran reached out her hand and gently held Zhiyan's cold hand. Zhiyan trembled slightly and turned his head to squeeze out a bitter smile.

"Aiyo... Why is it so bitter and deep-seated? At most... At most, let's run away! Leave now? What do you think?" Bai Yi suggested. "With our movement technique, we can hide far away in minutes!"

Although it was a joke, it still attracted Linyuan's ridicule. "Shut up."

"Tch, you don't have any sense of humor at all... But to be honest, we really can't run. We still have to think of a way to find out the last location of the seal..."

After hearing Bai Yi's words, Linyuan's expression became even more solemn.

Everyone focused on the two people on the stage. At this time, the two of them had finished their small talk.

King of Myriad Spirits, Shebai, emitted a Qi field that only had two words: Confidence.

Mo Yan, on the other hand, had an even more terrifying aura: a life and death struggle.

As the saying goes, a barefooted person was not afraid of wearing shoes. When fighting, one was afraid of meeting someone who did not care about his life.

Looking at Mo Yan's stance, it seemed like he was determined to fight with Shebai to the death!

"Alright..." Shebai looked Mo Yan up and down, "After so many years, I don't know how far your cultivation base has advanced."

Mo Yan sneered, it was an attitude of facing death without fear.

"Shebai, today will be the anniversary of Myriad Spirit Palace's death!"2

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