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Just when Long Zhanye was about to leave the camp, Masked Douluo stopped him.
His rough hands waved in the air, and his eyes flashed with a complex light.
His voice was hoarse and urgent, as if he was hesitating something or deciding something.
"You are interested in Dragon Pill. I really don't have the ability to get it for you, but I seem to know where to get it?"
Long Zhanye did not show any mood swings and asked calmly:
"Where?"
His heartbeat accelerated a bit, and Masked Douluo finally relaxed and was finally willing to tell him the information about Dragon Pill.
Masked Douluo smiled as he spoke, and that smile was full of cunning and calculation.
He didn't say any more, his voice stopped suddenly, and his smile was meaningful.
Long Zhanye knows what he means. This is to negotiate terms and bargain.
He said, "How many?"
Masked Douluo opened his hands directly, and the ten stubby fingers spread out in the air.
His eyes were shining with greed, and his smile was full of pride.
Long Zhanye looked surprised, his eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly.
"Ten?!"
"No, no, no, there are too many, I can't find so many..."
His voice was full of rejection and his expression was full of embarrassment.
Seeing Long Zhanye refuse, Masked Douluo gave in another step:
"At least six!"
He took back one hand, leaving only six fingers dangling in the air.
Long Zhanye shook his head again, his movements firm and decisive, his brows furrowed.
Six is still too many. He can't find that many women...
Masked Douluo saw this and said, "Don't shake your head in a hurry. I'll tell you first. It's not too late for you to think about it."
He put his mouth close to Long Zhanye's ear and whispered, his voice was very low, so low that only two people could hear it.
Long Zhanye had a complicated expression after hearing this.
That message was like a pebble thrown into a lake, causing ripples in his heart.
What Masked Douluo told him was not the specific whereabouts of Dragon Pill, but an ambiguous message.
The message seemed specious and vague, like looking at flowers in the mist or looking at the moon in the water.
He can't determine what's true or false, what's right or wrong, and what's wrong.
Long Zhanye said quickly after listening, his voice full of disappointment:
"What the boy wants is Dragon Pill, not your inaccurate information. I think it's better to forget it..."
His heart was full of disappointment, he turned around, raised his feet and was about to leave.
Seeing that Long Zhanye seemed a little uninterested, Masked Douluo grabbed Long Zhanye's arm.
His voice was full of urgency. "Two, two will be enough, right?"
Long Zhanye heard this and said, "One, at most one."
He looked directly at Masked Douluo, his eyes full of determination and unquestionability.
Masked Douluo didn't say anything after hearing this.
He let go of his hand, his face full of reluctance, and nodded his head stiffly and reluctantly, presupposing the deal.
Just now Masked Douluo told him that if anyone in this world can own Dragon Pill, then the person who owns Dragon Pill is probably the leader of Holy Spirit Cult "Zhongli Wu".
There is a Bone Dragon King Beast Spirit under him, which is his strongest Beast Spirit and also his most precious treasure.
That Bone Dragon King was a real dragon in life, and was refined into Beast Spirit after death. It has terrifying power, evil aura, and heavy coercion.
Since he can own Bone Dragon King, then he is very likely to own Dragon Pill.
That Dragon Pill may be on his person, it may be hidden somewhere, or it may have been used.
Long Zhanye stopped after the deal was concluded.
He stopped, turned around, and looked at Masked Douluo.
"When will your Excellency introduce me to the leader of your sect? I want to visit him personally."
Masked Douluo After hearing this, he quickly smiled and shook his head, and said, "The leader has a distinguished status and will not receive a junior like you.
"If it really doesn't work, I'll ask you again."
His words were obviously perfunctory.
Long Zhanye heard this and quickly shook his head and said:
"No, I want to see him."
Masked Douluo also shook his head and said:
"No, it's impossible."
Long Zhanye said in a strong tone, "No, I want to see him."
Masked Douluo saw Po Hongchen's stubborn look on his face, his brows furrowed and his eyes were full of embarrassment.
He said helplessly, "Spirit Master Tournament, the leader is very interested in it recently. Let's wait until the game is over."
"You can't see her now even if you want to."
Seeing Masked Douluo relent, Long Zhanye didn't take any tougher stance.
He nodded silently, knowing that this was the best result.
He can't push too hard, he can't ask for too much, he needs to wait patiently.
Then, he was leaving.
When Long Zhanye returns to the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy.
Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy Team posters and newspapers are posted everywhere in the college.
The walls, bulletin boards, and doors and windows of the teaching building were covered with colorful promotional materials.
On the poster, the portraits of Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen are lifelike, with their proud eyes and confident smiles vividly appearing on the paper.
The newspaper records in detail the results of each of their games, the information of each team member, and the details of each victory.
It seems that the entire college attaches great importance to this Spirit Master Tournament.
The students gathered together in small groups and discussed the competition enthusiastically; the teachers had smiles on their faces and eyes full of expectation.
Even the staff were busy setting up the celebration venue.
Long Zhanye ignored it. He lowered his head, his black robe fluttering in the wind, and walked straight to the teaching office in a hurry.
He greeted the dean of students "Lin Jiayi" several times, as if it was just a daily greeting.
Lin Jiayi's round face was full of smiles, and his eyes were full of relief and expectation.
He told Long Zhanye, Xiao Hongchen that they were in the lounge, and that the room was on the third floor, at the end of the corridor.
Then Long Zhanye went directly to Xiao Hongchen and the others.
He walked to the door, opened the door without knocking.
I saw seven people in the room leisurely, each relaxing.
There was a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere permeating the room. The sunlight poured in through the window, and the light and shadow were mottled and warm as spring.
Xiao Hongchen is standing with his legs crossed, his posture casual and lazy, and he is playing with a gun-shaped Soul Tool in his hand.
Meng Hongchen was leaning against the window, her long hair fluttering gently in the breeze.
When she saw Long Zhanye entering the door, she said with joy on her face and her voice was crisp and sweet:
"Grand Martial Uncle is here, welcome!"
Her eyes were full of joy and her face was full of smiles.
When the other team members saw that this was what Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen called Grand Martial Uncle, they all straightened up and gave up their seats to Long Zhanye.
His movements were respectful and natural, his eyes were awe-inspiring and curious.
They have long heard about this mysterious Grand Martial Uncle, know that he is Jing Hongchen's junior brother, and know that he is Kong Deming Grandmaster's closed disciple.
I also heard that he once defeated Huo Yuhao and sounded Sun Moon Divine Drum eleven times on Ming Capital Soul Engineer Elite Tournament.