Fanatic of Martial Tao

"Didn't you say there are two things to do during this trip? What's the other one? Just say it and get out of here!"

Now that you have turned your face, there is no need to be as polite as before.

Nanrentong thinks so.

The old man in red also thinks so.

'hum.';

The red robed old man snorted coldly, and his face sank like a watercourse: "Dean Nan is really a noble man who forgets things. Have you forgotten that another month will be the day of the three families' big competition."

"Three clan Dabi?"

Nanrentong was stunned.

If the old man in red hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten it.

Once every ten years, there will be a big competition among the three ethnic groups.

The three races refer to the human race, the demon race and the half demon race.

The three clan Dabi is a great prosperity of Hongmeng world.

At the same time, it is also a great prosperity of the human race.

If we can get good results during the three races' big competition, it will definitely play a decisive role in the development of the Terran in the next ten years.

But if you lose again and again.

I'm afraid it will be very disadvantageous to the development of the Terran in the next ten years.

Because the big ratio of the three ethnic groups is actually a bet between the three ethnic groups.

Win and return with a full load.

Lose, lose heavily.

Before nanrentong thought about it, the old man in red robe spoke again and said with a sneer: "if I remember correctly, during the three clan big match, the representatives sent by your forty-three domains have failed to reach the top 100 for two consecutive times? According to the regulations of the divine Pavilion, they have failed to reach the top 100 for three consecutive times. In the future, when the divine Pavilion allocates resources, it will be halved on the original basis, and then halved again."

"Really?"

Nanrentong returned to his senses and said with a slight smile, "thank you for your reminding. However, I believe that I can definitely get a good result in the forty-three regions during this three ethnic competition."

"Oh?"

The red robed emissary frowned, and then said with a sneer, "Dean Nan is very confident. It seems that you are a wonderful person in the forty-three domains."

"Average, average."

Nanren Tong said, "you can get into the top five."

"Talk big."

Before the old man in red robe opened his mouth, the green bull beside him laughed and said: "even if the son of God and the goddess can't guarantee to be in the top five, just you? Still in the top five? It's not that the old bull despises you. If someone in your forty-three domains can be in the top five, no, as long as someone in your forty-three domains can be in the top ten, the old bull will eat his own shit in front of all the three families during the big competition."

"Are you sure?"

Nanrentong immediately looked at qingniu.

"What's uncertain? If you have the ability to gamble with the old cow, you win. The old cow will eat it by himself. If you lose, you will eat it by yourself. How dare you?"

"Why not?"

"Well, make a contract."

"It's a deal."

As a result, nanrentong and qingniu made a bet contract directly in front of the old man in red robe and the strong man in the holy courtyard, one for each person, and a bet contract recognized by the Shenge.

"Ha ha."

Looking at the contract in his hand, qingniu was full of playfulness and abuse.

The same is true of nanrentong.

In the past, nanrentong naturally dared not gamble with qingniu.

After all, with the strength and inside information of the forty-three regions, it is difficult to get into the top ten, even the top 50 and the top 100 during the three races' big competition.

But this time is different.

The three races' big ratio is just a contest between the three races' road robbers.

Dao robbed the territory.

Nanrentong thought of yebufan at the first time.

Cultivation of Dao Jiejing.

The Holy Spirit's seven or eight heavenly powers.

This is a bug.

If King Ye goes to the three races' big competition, he will definitely push and crush all the way.

Fifth?

Those are the more implicit and modest statements of nanrentong.

In his opinion, King ye will not participate. Once he participates, he will be the first.

Who can fight against the Holy Spirit without coming out?

Even the Holy Spirit may not win the battle.

Nanren has a strong sense of communication.

All the strong men in the holy courtyard were also full of bad smiles.

They naturally understood what nanrentong thought. It was nothing more than preparing King ye to participate in the three races' competition on behalf of the forty-three regions.

With the strength of King Ye.

Top ten?

Stop teasing.

If King Ye is the second, who dares to be the first.

And gambling.

This shit, you big stupid cow, is doomed.

The reaction of nanrentong and the strong members of the holy courtyard made the red robed old man frown slightly. He always had a very bad premonition, as if his green cattle had been bitten by nanrentong.

But he soon gave up the idea.

The three races are in the top ten?

Forty three domains do not have this capability at all.

What nanrentong is doing now is just trying to save face and suffer.

But that's fine.

It will make you even more ugly.

The old man in red robe laughed in his heart.

Then he looked at nanrentong and said unkindly, "in that case, I'd like to ask President nan to call up the candidates for the three ethnic groups' competition. Later, I will take them to the God Pavilion in person."

"This..."

Nanrentong hesitated slightly.

"What?"

The red robed old man's eyebrows coagulated: "President Nan is not worried that I will harm you on the way to rob Tianjiao in the forty-three regions?"

"That's not true."

Nanrentong smiled and said, "it's just that I'm going to send a person to participate in the three ethnic groups' big contest this time, and this person happens to be not in the holy city."

"Really?"

The red robed old man didn't believe it at all, so he said leisurely: "it doesn't matter. I can wait. Just ask him to return to the holy city as soon as possible."

"This..."

Nanrentong hesitated and said, "well, I'll invite him now."

"Well?"

The red robed old man's eyebrows coagulated.

Please?

You are the dean of the holy court, and the strong one of the Ninth Heaven of the Holy Spirit. Do you invite a junior in Daoist realm?

Who are you fooling.

Things go wrong for a reason.

The old man in red didn't believe nanrentong's statement.

Then he said: "just in time, being idle is also idle. I will go with you to meet this young Tianjiao in your forty-three regions."

What I want is your words.

Nanrentong laughed to himself, but said, "it's not very good. You are also the messenger of the divine Pavilion. He is a junior in Daojie. How can you invite him in person?"

"What is that called?"

The red robed old man said with awe inspiring righteousness: "if the man you mentioned can really rank among the top ten of the three families, he is a meritorious man of our people. If he is such a meritorious man, why don't I invite him in person."

"Well... OK."

Nanrentong agreed with some embarrassment.

"Let's go."

The old man in red walked out.

The green bull followed.

Nanren Tongze slipped a jade slip into the hands of one of the vice presidents nearby, and then followed the old man in red out of the hall.

The vice president looked at the jade slips in his hand.

It's not something else. It's the messenger jade slips left by the king Chu ye to his Dean.

As an old fellow who has worked with him for decades, the vice president naturally understands that nanrentong wants to contact king ye and say hello to him first.

What for?

It is obvious that nanrentong wants to collude with King ye and join hands with the messenger of the divine Pavilion.

Tut tut.

God Pavilion messenger?

I'm afraid it will be cold