"Impossible!"
Tang San refused to believe it—
"A Soul Saint can only absorb spirit rings over 50,000 years old, and most are below 70,000!"
"You're only a Four Ring Soul Elder. Even if you were stuck at the limit of level 50, your fourth spirit ring couldn't possibly be 76,000 years old!"
"This has to be a joke, right?"
"Haha! So funny!"
"So what exactly is the age limit?"
Di yihong chuckled.
He looked at Tang San as if he were looking at a clown.
Tang San's face gradually turned red, then purple, and finally black!
His face-changing skill was first-rate.
"God of Emotion": That felt good again! Hahaha! "God of Phoenix": Tang San is the typical petty man who can't stand anyone being better than him. "Nine Color Goddess": Correction: he's a hypocrite. "God King of Destruction 002": A fourth spirit ring at 76,000 years is indeed a little exaggerated. God of Phoenix's divine equipment played a crucial role. "God of Speed": Back then, when I tipped the previous host divine equipment, I shouldn't have given the Speed Cloak. I should've switched to a different Soul Bone slot. "God of Phoenix": Zhu Qing, don't stir things up! Can't I send it now? "God of Speed": Huh? Fatty's right. I can tip anytime. There's no restriction on tips. Host, I'll send one later. Can you pass it along for me?
The word "tip" kept appearing over and over.
God of Phoenix was probably stomping his feet in anxiety.
If not for the matter of the Self-Service Prize, Di yihong would definitely have caught on.
But now—
He knew perfectly well and pretended to be confused, nodding in agreement.
He simply refused to take the bait.
"Lao Shao, how old is your Seventh Spirit Ring?" Li Yusong asked.
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