But Long Zhanye second thought.
What if Masked Douluo is deceiving himself?
Those Evil Soul Master talk about deals, but what they think about in their hearts is how to eat you up.
With his strength, who can be sure that he is really dealing with him?
Maybe he just wanted to trick a few women for fun, and then kick him away when he was done.
He even refined himself into the soul in those staffs.
So Long Zhanye dare not make a rash decision.
He had to test the waters first, explore the road, and see how sincere Masked Douluo was.
First find a few women who look good and see if Masked Douluo is really doing business with you.
If he is really making a deal, then his next step is to start with Shrek.
If you just deceive yourself, you won't lose anything, it's just a few women.
I actually came to the Sun Moon Empire, Long Zhanye wanted to see what kind of sect the so-called Bright Jade Sect is?
His dead fiancée was a disciple of the Bright Jade Sect. I had heard of this name in chats with Jing Hongchen, but I had never been there.
Bright Jade Sect is a Soul Engineer sect, established in Ming Capital.
Although he is not famous, he is somewhat close to the Mingde Hall.
Moreover, the talent of his sect disciples is not weaker than that of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy students.
It is said that the founder of the Bright Jade Sect was once Level 8 Soul Engineer of the Mingde Hall.
Later, when he became famous, he set up his own business, recruited apprentices, and passed on the soul guidance skills.
Although it cannot compare with the scale and foundation of the Mingde Hall, it can be considered a force in Ming Capital.
So, Long Zhanye dropped by Ming Capital to visit the so-called Bright Jade Sect.
The Supersonic Bionic Wings was set up directly behind him, and those bone-white wingspans were very frightening.
He injected Soul Power, his wings suddenly fluttered, and his whole body turned into a stream of light, flying into the sky with a whoosh.
The night wind whistled in my ears.
The lights of Ming Capital flickered under his feet, and he flew very fast and high, like a night-flying eagle.
Soon he came to the Bright Jade Sect.
He first scanned the structure of the entire sect from a high altitude. This sect was not that big, just the size of an ordinary Soul Master Academy.
Viewed from the air, the entire sect is square in shape and surrounded by tall walls.
The walls are covered with Soul Guidance Detector, always monitoring the surrounding movements.
But its architecture is also very technological, with its silver-white pavilions, glass curtain walls, and suspended Soul Guidance Lamp.
Although the automatic access control system is quite different from the Mingde Hall, it looks far more luxurious than those colleges at the Heaven Dou Empire.
It has lost the architectural appearance of a sect in the traditional sense, with no cornices or carved beams.
There are no bricks or tiles, they are all various soul guidance devices, all metal and glass, all the latest technology.
Rather than saying it is a sect, it is a soul guidance research base.
Long Zhanye flew to the Bright Jade Sect's tallest building.
It was a pavilion twenty meters high, all silver in color, with a circular platform on top, and a tall flagpole standing on the platform.
The flag of the Bright Jade Sect is flying on the flagpole - it is a bat with spread wings, shining brightly in the moonlight.
Long Zhanye landed on the platform and looked at the entire sect.
Under his inspection, the entire sect could be seen at a glance.
His Double Pupil scanned every disciple coming and going.
He also scanned every plant and tree in the sect, as well as the soul defense systems hidden in the dark.
His brows gradually wrinkled.
Long Zhanye found that Bright Jade Sect's overall strength was weak, and the strength of the sect disciples was uneven.
It doesn't look like a sect at all, it's like a vegetable market with people of all abilities.
Some disciples seem to have just awakened Martial Soul not long ago, and they don't even have Soul Ring.
Some disciples are already Soul Ancestor of the third and fourth rings; some disciples are competing and competing on the training ground, and some disciples gather together in twos and threes to chat and play.
Most of the disciples are concentrated between the second and sixth rings, and the seventh ring Spirit Master only has a few digits.
But those seven-ring Spirit Master already look very old.
He was at least sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and a staggering walk.
As for the Soul Engineer Badge on their chests, the highest level is only level six, not even a Level 7 Soul Engineer.
Long Zhanye lay on the pavilion with a leisurely expression.
He put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and looked up at the blood-red Full Moon above his head.
The night wind blew by, bringing with it a hint of coolness, brushing against his cheeks and brushing against his clothes.
His Double Pupil squinted slightly, watching the moon pass through the clouds and the stars twinkling in the night sky.
He yawned, and the sound was particularly clear in the silent night sky.
Then he fell asleep on the pavilion, as if this was not the highest point of a strange sect, but a tree in his own backyard.
After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard a noisy sound coming from below.
Someone was talking, someone was shouting, someone was pointing.
He turned over and wanted to continue sleeping, but the sound became louder and closer, making him unable to sleep again.
He opened his eyes and looked down.
Under the pavilion, the disciples were already surrounded.
They raised their heads and looked at this uninvited guest lying at the highest point of the sect, their faces full of surprise, curiosity, anger and confusion.
Some people were whispering to each other; some were pointing and talking.
Others have already shown Soul Tool, ready to take action at any time.
Long Zhanye rubbed his eyes, yawned, and then slowly Youyou sat up.
He looked down at the disciples below, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile that was half a smile.
There was a bit of laziness, a bit of playfulness, and a bit of disdain in that smile.
Under the observation of Long Zhanye.
The number of disciples in the sect exceeded two hundred, and they were gathering in darkness under the pavilion, looking up with their heads raised.
They were all talking, and their voices were as noisy as a flock of sparrows exploding their nests.
"Who is this? Why did you run up to the pavilion?"
"It seems that he is not from our sect. I have never seen this person before."
"Look at how he's dressed, how does he look like one of us Bright Jade Sect?!"
Then someone spoke up, a voice shrill and angry. "Get down!"
"Hey! Who are you? Get off the top!"
Voices sounded one after another, some angry, some curious, and some with a bit of excitement.
They shouted at the leisurely figure on the pavilion.
The shouts of ordinary disciples cannot disturb Long Zhanye at all.
He was still looking at the group of disciples below leisurely, with his legs crossed and his hands behind his head. His posture was as casual as possible.
He even yawned, as if the two hundred or so people below were just a group of noisy cicadas.
But then as things got louder and louder, the commotion became louder and louder.
Some people started throwing things on the pavilion, some showed Soul Tool, and some were already preparing to climb up.
The noisy sound spread throughout the entire sect, alarming more people.
Several very old-looking people came out of the sect, they should be Elder of the sect.
Their steps were steady, their expressions were cold, and their bodies exuded powerful Soul Power fluctuations.
There are three people in total, and they are walking together. Their auras should all be above Soul Saint.
The one walking in the front has white beard and hair, a thin face, and eyes like an eagle.
The one on the left is short and fat, with a rosy complexion and a smile on the corner of his mouth; the one on the right is tall and thin, with a gloomy face and says nothing.
The auras of the three people are different, but they all carry an indescribable coldness.