"Profit blinds the mind."
Zhao Yunlan smiled slightly, commenting in this way.
"I originally thought that a genius from a rural county like Su Han would be cautious to have reached this stage, but now it seems he's just so-so. Faced with greater benefits, he still loses his head."
"Could he really think he can win against me?"
He spoke indifferently, smiling as he looked at the tall man beside him, and continued, "Brother, you always tell me not to underestimate the heroes of the world, but no matter how I look at it, that Su Han doesn't seem like a hero."
The tall man took a sip of tea and replied calmly, "Yunlan, you can't judge things by their appearance. You're confident you can win, so you brought out the Heavenly Net Tempering Fruit. Then that Su Han may also be certain he can win, which is why he agreed so readily."
Zhao Yunlan shook his head: "Is that the same?"
He was born into nobility, a prince and son of the world. The blood flowing in his body destined him to be extraordinary, superior to others.
Only in this way was he qualified to look down on others and be confident of winning.
But a youth from a rural county, without careful consideration of his background, is still confident of winning, that's just not knowing his own limitations.
Thinking that he can look down on his peers based on his past achievements is just being a fool.
"Whether it's the same or not will be revealed tomorrow."
The tall man replied calmly, no longer speaking.
This was their family's way of education. There was no need to strike down a conceited junior. If they could keep winning, what did it matter if they were conceited? They should be proud. If they couldn't win, reality would slap them in the face.
People can't be taught by people, but they will learn from experience.
Therefore, it wasn't that he didn't have confidence in Zhao Yunlan.
He was just expressing his attitude.
So if Su Han lost tomorrow, it wouldn't matter. He would just let his younger brother be more youthful and vigorous. As for what consequences this would cause! He hadn't thought about it, and he didn't bother to think about it.
The Xuanwang Manor would take care of everything.
Many people initially dismissed this Xuanwang Manor with disdain.
After all, this was Su Han, the number one genius who had previously achieved amazing results, defeating many geniuses in a row and looking down on the crowd. How could anyone be so ignorant as to challenge him? It was simply absurd.
However, when someone explained the origin of this Xuanwang Manor, that it was a relative of the imperial family, many people were immediately frightened, and quickly changed their tune, their expressions grave, feeling that the outcome was uncertain.
Even more people directly declared that Su Han would definitely lose.
That was the son of a prince, the blood flowing in his body was genuine imperial blood, extremely special, even better than the general thousand-year-old family, a genius among geniuses.
Of course, if you carefully traced the source, you would also find that most of those who were pessimistic about Su Han were not local martial artists.
They were basically from Qingyuan Prefecture.
Having been suppressed by Su Han and severely defeated, they were naturally depressed and had to take this opportunity to vent their anger. Moreover, they knew the value of the son of a prince better than the local martial artists.
Once that special bloodline was activated, it would be incomparably extraordinary.
It was said that even ordinary spiritual bodies were inferior to it.
According to rumors, it was a gift from the Great Li's founding ancestor.
"Senior Brother Wunian, what do you think of this matter?"
On the Li family's pavilion, Ye Xuanji was a little surprised when he heard the news.
"Why bother thinking about it? Just obediently practice your kung fu, right? Could it be that you don't think we've lost enough face before?" Wunian sat cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, and scolded.
"Isn't it just curious to know who will win and who will lose?"
Ye Xuanji was embarrassed and scratched his head in response.
"Whoever wins or loses can't change the fact that we have already lost. Don't gossip behind people's backs. If you're so curious, just go and watch tomorrow. What's the use of guessing now?"
Wunian said lightly, closing his eyes again.
But his heart was indeed a little turbulent.
Zhao Yunlan, the son of a prince, versus Su Han?
That Su Han was indeed a bit dangerous.
Although he didn't know that Zhao Yunlan and hadn't fought him, he had once seen a martial artist with the Zhao family's dynasty bloodline take action, and knew the mysterious power of that bloodline.
Especially since this was the territory of the Great Li.
People with the Zhao family's bloodline could innately suppress others.
He sighed in his heart, thinking of the one who sat alone on the high throne in the capital, seemingly suppressing the country,
Protecting the peace of the four directions, but wasn't he also suppressing all the martial artists, preventing them from rising to the top?
In Anbang, people from the five surnames and seven hopes were staying here.
They were also waiting for the gradual emergence of the Eternal Underworld.
After hearing about this, they were all surprised and a little surprised.
"That prince actually came to this place? Also for the underworld?"
"Perhaps we should pay a visit."
"That's right, it's extremely good. I heard from the elders in my family that the Xuanwang Manor will have a big move, or it may take off one day and soar ninety thousand miles. It would be great if we could get in touch."
They didn't mention their opponent Su Han in their words.
It was because they already believed that Su Han would undoubtedly lose.
Under the whole sky, there is no land that is not the king's, and on the shore of the land, there are no subjects who are not the king's. For these words, these aristocratic families felt very deeply and knew the value of the Great Li Yan's bloodline.
The suppression of ordinary martial artists was simply too high.
Cui Qinghe raised his head and looked up at the sky, looking at the golden dragon of luck, frowning and thinking: What is the Xuanwang Manor here for? Is it for this underworld, or this dragon energy, or something else?
But no matter what, I am afraid that the sky will change again in Ping'an County.
This golden dragon of luck is also very likely to change hands.
You have to prepare early.
Ping'an County, on the fifth floor of a certain restaurant, the location is extremely high.
Shen Chenzhou drank the strong wine in his cup in one gulp, his cheeks slightly red, watching the guests at the next table mention this duel, thoughtfully, the son of a prince?
He grinned, took a new cup, filled it with wine, and respectfully toasted in the direction of the Golden Pavilion, then drank it all in one gulp, thinking, "Su Han, don't let us commoner martial artists down."
Thinking about it, he felt a little melancholy again.
How could he, a defeated opponent, be embarrassed to blame Su Han, the winner? But if Su Han, who defeated him, was defeated by the son of a prince, then wouldn't it be....:
He shook his head and didn't want to continue thinking about it.
"Brother, your heart is disturbed, are you also thinking about this?"
Suddenly, a handsome young man appeared next to him, quite familiar, casually took a new cup,
He started pouring wine, very leisurely and naturally.
Shen Chenzhou was a little dazed, where did this guy come from?
He looked out the window, this guy seemed to have come in from the window, it seemed to flash by, it shouldn't be, this is the fifth floor, the location is extremely high.
Seeing this, the handsome young man smiled slightly and said:
"If you want to know who will win and who will lose, I can predict it for you. Zhao Yunlan of the Xuanwang Manor has extremely heavy martial luck, and Su Han of the Golden Pavilion has unexpectedly poor martial luck."
Shen Chenzhou was a little confused by the alcohol.
But he didn't reach out to drive him away, and couldn't help but ask:
"So, Su Han is bound to lose?"
The handsome young man smiled slightly and shook his head:
"Not necessarily, martial luck is the most useless thing in the world."
"Just like the golden dragon of luck in the sky."
His smile grew stronger, this place was the right place to come, interesting.
Time passed slowly, like flowing water, and the next day arrived.
