PFC Chapter 555 Wu Yuanbao enters the stage
Chapter 555 Wu Yuanbao enters the stage
As he said that, he took out a digital bamboo stick from his body and handed it to Zhao Sen.
"This is a monk from Yuzhou. His cultivation is only at the eighth level of Nascent Soul, and he has just broken through not long ago. With his cultivation, he should be able to break through the first round!"
Ye Wusheng did not forget to look at Wu Yuanbao beside Zhao Sen as he spoke.
Only then did Wu Yuanbao react.
This is to change the number plate.
"Mine is sixteen!"
Wu Yuanbao said hastily.
Zhao Sen didn't say anything but just took the bamboo stick from Ye Wusheng's hand, and the number on it was twenty.
"Yuan Bao, give him yours!"
Zhao Sen just glanced at it, and then said something to Wu Yuanbao beside him.
Without any hesitation, Wu Yuanbao quickly agreed.
He handed the bamboo stick in his hand to Ye Wusheng.
Ye Wusheng just didn't go to pick it up, because the people around him had already picked up the bamboo sticks.
"Master Ye really keeps his word, this cooperation has come to a successful conclusion!"
Zhao Sen said.
"and many more!"
Ye Wusheng stopped Zhao Sen.
Zhao Sen stopped and looked at Ye Wusheng not far away: "Is there anything else, Young Master Ye?"
Ye Wusheng laughed.
Open the folding fan in your hand.
"Sect Master Zhao, your cultivation base is so strong, and the cultivation base of our Ye family is not weak, why don't we continue to cooperate, only in this way can we go further!"
Zhao Sen frowned: "After the first round, all the number plates will be remembered, how to cooperate?"
Ye Wusheng looked confident.
"There are many ways to cooperate, not just one. Although we can't control the number, we can solve the opponent. If Zongzhu Zhao and our Ye family meet, as long as they don't all control Ye Qingfeng, the others We will all let him lose to Zongzhu Zhao."
"What about Ye Qingfeng?"
Zhao Sen asked back.
"That depends on the strength of the two of you." Ye Wusheng said.
Zhao Sen suddenly smiled and shook his head: "Isn't it? No matter how the deal is calculated, it's my deal. What about the benefits of your Ye family?"
"Make Zongzhu Zhao this friend!"
Ye Wusheng said.
Zhao Sen finally understood.
Ye Wusheng wanted to use this method to win him over and make him a friend of their Ye family, whether it was in this big competition or after the big competition.
Although on the surface it seems that he is taking advantage, but if it is really counted, the Ye family will not suffer.
"I understand!"
Zhao Sen just thought about it for a while, and immediately agreed: "Deal, I hope we can cooperate happily!"
"Of course!"
Ye Wusheng breathed a sigh of relief.
My heart is full of pride.
It is a good thing for anyone to attract such a potential monk for the Ye family.
It is also beneficial to his position in the Ye family in the future.
When Zhao Sen and Wu Yuanbao returned to the auditorium, Wu Yuanbao dared to ask.
"Brother Sen, why did you promise him?"
"Isn't this treating you as their Ye family's thug?"
Wu Yuanbao was very puzzled.
Zhao Sen smiled, and asked back: "Do you have a better choice? Everyone takes what they need. Cooperation is only based on the interests of both parties. If there is no interest, there will naturally be no cooperation, let alone now The conditions are favorable to us, why not agree?"
Hearing Zhao Sen's words, Wu Yuanbao understood completely.
The eyes also showed light.
"Brother Sen, what do you mean? Let's take advantage of it first, and let's see if we can help you in the future."
"clever!"
Zhao Sen laughed.
Wu Yuanbao also gave Zhao Sen a thumbs up, his face full of admiration.
This is the Zhao Sen he knows, and he has never been a loser.
"Hey, I learned this from you, Brother Sen."
Zhao Sen didn't say anything, but looked at the ring.
In fact, Wu Yuanbao is not stupid, it's just that his brain is a bit slow to turn. In fact, he is very kind and kind, but he likes to fight, and his brain seems to be congested when he fights.
The battle in the arena is still going on.
The end of a game.
Some are happy and some are sad.
Soon came NO.16.
This was the battle that Wu Yuanbao was planning to play.
His opponent was a master from the Southwest Division, Nascent Soul Nine Layers, and the Ye family's master who also stood out was also the strength of Nascent Soul Nine Layers.
If Wu Yuanbao really came up this time, he would definitely lose.
Now that the Ye family has gone up to the top, they can still fight.
"Brother Sen, it's a good thing I didn't make it, otherwise this first round would definitely be difficult!"
Wu Yuanbao took a deep breath and said.
Zhao Sen nodded: "Don't worry now, it's enough to pass the first round!"
In fact, he didn't have much hope for Wu Yuanbao. After all, he was the lowest cultivation among all the participants in this competition. If it wasn't for the sake of saving face for Xi Province, he would not cooperate with Ye Wusheng to reduce the difficulty for Wu Yuanbao.
The battle started soon, and the strength of the two of them was evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.
But in the end, the people from the Ye family won slightly.
Finally won the game.
Zhao Sen couldn't help but be amazed. There are quite a few people from the Ye family participating. Now there are four, two eliminated and two advanced. For the other two families, it is not bad.
Especially that Ye Qingfeng, it is very likely that he will go to the end.
No.16 is over.
Immediately afterwards, No. 17, [-], and [-] were all skipped by Zhao Sen himself, and the next ones to play were either the eighth weight of the Nascent Soul or the ninth weight of the Nascent Soul. Few of them had the strength to reach the tenth weight of the Nascent Soul.
Soon, the No.20 field will start.
This is the scene corresponding to Wu Yuanbao.
The other party stood up first, he was a middle-aged man, and he was also a Longmen disciple of the last province among the eight provinces, but he was only a deputy capital commander.
Nascent Soul Bazhong, who has just been promoted, seems to be a little unstable.
On the contrary, although Wu Yuanbao is at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul, his cultivation base is very stable, so he is not afraid at all, this monk at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul.
"Are you the weakest person in the competition?"
"It seems to be still the same?"
The man asked Wu Yuanbao, his tone full of disdain and sarcasm.
This made Wu Yuanbao a little upset.
"Yes, my cultivation is not strong, but you are not very good either."
The man immediately sneered: "Even if it's not very good, it's better than you."
"Really? Then try it!"
As soon as the voice fell, a long sword appeared in his hand.
Just when he was about to strike, Wu Yuanbao was the first to attack, without any weapon in his hand, he directly rushed forward with his fists raised.
The man froze for a moment.
But he quickly realized that just as he was about to strike, Wu Yuanbao's fist had already reached in front of him.