C529 Growth Space
C529 Growth Space
The Great Elder still wanted to say something, but the Third Elder continued to speak with a smile, "Great Elder is right. Tian Can is very strong, he should be the most suitable person to help the owner.
Hearing the Third Elder's words, the Great Clan Elder was left speechless. He did not want Tian Can to win a hundred rounds, so he casually found an excuse to delay for time.
Unexpectedly, when the Third Elder saw that the wind was going to blow, he instantly retracted his bet.
Although he was very interested in the person named "Underworld God", Tian Can was still someone who went out with Life-death Battle Platform number three. Once Tian Can obtained that ticket, it would be extremely beneficial to him.
Furthermore, with the current strength of the Dark God, it was impossible for him to be Tian Can's match.
"What about you two?" The violet-clothed youth didn't make a decision, and he looked towards the other two elders as he spoke.
What the Third Elder said makes sense. Tian Can's strength is unquestionable, but there is still enough time before that incident happens. We can delay it a little, maybe we can find someone more suitable to help the owner. " Another Green-robed Elder spoke up.
Although he did not seem to offend either one of them, he still favored the Great Clan Elder in the end, because Green-robed Elder did not want the admission ticket to fall into Tian Can's hands.
The Great Clan Elder smiled, and said: "What the Second Elder said is not wrong, there are still quite a few people in the Life and Death Arena that have won more than eighty matches, and seventy matches. They might be even more outstanding than Tian Can."
The purple-clothed youth's expression remained unperturbed. His gaze fell upon the middle-aged woman as he asked, "Fourth Elder, what do you think?"
"For the time being, Tian Can is indeed the most suitable for this fight. However, in this year's time, there are many things that can happen, just like the Great Clan Elder and the Third Clan Elder who spoke of the Dark God. I have seen this person's battle before, and it is impossible for him to stay put for eleven months.
If there is no one more outstanding than him at that time, Tian Can can fight in the final round. As for whether he can win a hundred times, it will depend on whether he has the capability or not. " The middle-aged woman, Fourth Elder, said.
After he finished speaking, the four of them went silent, and their gazes swept towards the violet-clothed youth from time to time, not even daring to breathe loudly.
After a long while, the purple clothed young man suddenly stood up and said: "Since that's the case, let's wait a little longer and temporarily list Tian Can as the number one seed. If there's no one who can win, then let's choose him."
"Yes, Owner!" The four nodded respectfully as they watched the violet-clothed youth leave.
"Third Elder, let's see who will be the last to laugh." The Great Clan Elder narrowed his eyes, "Right, someone has also appeared in my Life-death Battle Platform number one. His name is Ye Luo, and he has already won 88 matches."
"Hmph, with how confident you are, how about we let him fight with Tian Can?" The Third Elder didn't want to be outdone, so he gave a cold smile.
He was extremely confident in Tian Can, as he was the trump card in his hands. As long as Tian Can was present, this admission ticket would most likely fall into his hands.
"Don't think that just because he was able to kill Feng Lang, he would be unrivaled under the heavens. We'll see." The Head Elder flung his robe and left the Meeting Room with the Second Elder.
It was no wonder the Great Clan Elder was so angry. Feng Lang was originally his first trump card, but in the end, he had lost to Tian Can. This made him furious.
"Third Elder, the Dark God you spoke of is really not that strong?" The fourth elder looked at the third elder in surprise.
"You should believe in my judgement. This child's chance of growth is even greater than Tian Can's. He might very well be the next coldly smiling blade." The Third Elder affirmed.
"Sneering Blade?" The Fourth Elder took a deep breath and his pupils quivered slightly.
"If my subordinates were to be able to reach the level of the Cold Blade, it would be a pity even if they die." The third elder looked confused.
After pausing for a while, he continued, "Underworld God and Tian Can have the same strength, otherwise, the Great Clan Elder would not have allowed Tian Can to fight with the Underworld God. Honestly speaking, I really want Tian Can and the both of them to have a ticket to the competition."
"Looks like you're really confident. However, the First and Second Elders probably won't let you get your way. Even if Dark God wins ninety-nine battles in a row, they will still think of ways to kill each other in the end."
"I know that, in the end, it all depends on the owner's decision. Besides, even the gods of the underworld might not be able to grow to this stage within a year." The Third Elder sighed.
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When Dou Tian returned to the Yun Lai Inn, it was already evening. When Feng Lang saw Dou Tian for the first time, he was astonished: "You're not dead?"
"Have you seen a ghost?" Dou Tian shrugged and cursed in his heart. 'This brat actually wants me to die. At the very least, I'm your savior.
"You really fought five consecutive battles?" Feng Lang still couldn't believe it. He had tried it once before, and almost died on the fighting stage.
"Believe it or not." Dou Tian was too lazy to waste his breath on Feng Lang, he then looked at Feng Lang and said: "Oh yes, do you want to heal your leg?"
Feng Lang's entire body shivered, he grabbed onto Dou Tian's robes and looked at him in shock: "Are you serious?"
"Calm down, calm down!" "However, I don't seem to have the obligation to heal your legs, do I?"
"I knew you had bad intentions." Feng Lang's eyes became cold again.
All these years, he had thought of many ways to get a lot of battle pill refiners. However, all of them were certain that this was a side effect of the Upper Sky Realm and could not be cured.
When Dou Tian said that it could be cured, the despair in his heart instantly ignited hope. But just like what Dou Tian said, how could he cure his own leg?
Dou Tian wasn't in a hurry as he calmly savored the fragrant tea.
"You really can treat it?" Feng Lang took a deep breath, looking at Dou Tian with extreme unwillingness.
"Why should I? I still remember that you wanted to kill me. " Dou Tian looked at Feng Lang playfully and said.
Feng Lang's face darkened, his expression became complicated: "Right now, I'm just a cripple with nothing good to me. What I can give you is only my rotten life."
"What do I need your life for?" Dou Tian looked at Feng Lang speechlessly, "Moreover, who would want a trash, don't you?"
Hearing the word "trash", Feng Lang clenched his fists tightly. Crack crack crack.
Both of his eyes were red, and a overflowing, ruthless aura was released from his body. Dou Jin was shocked by Feng Lang's imposing aura, and started to shout.
Dou Tian was also shocked by Feng Lang's power. He was truly worthy of being able to win against 91 people in a row in the Life and Death Arena.
If not for giving this opportunity to Tian Can, the one who might not be injured right now would not have been him, Feng Lang.
"You can cure my legs, but can you cure my dantian and meridians as well?" Madman gritted his teeth as he looked towards the Fighting Heavenly Dao, forcefully suppressing the hostility in his heart.
"Sure." Dou Tian nodded and did not hide anything. Although he had not interacted with Feng Lang for long, but Dou Tian could tell that Feng Lang was definitely a loyal person.
It was because of this that Dou Tian had saved him last night.
"However, I have a condition." Dou Tian took a deep breath and said solemnly.
"I, Feng Lang, have never submitted to anyone, but I cannot become a piece of trash. As long as you can cure my Dantian and meridians, you are my master!" Feng Lang clenched his teeth, lowered his head, and nearly roared.
Feeling the hostility from Feng Lang's body, Heaven knows that Feng Lang was also someone with a story, the things he carried on his back were also very heavy.
"I don't need slaves. I need brothers." Luo Tian shook his head, he patted Feng Lang's shoulders and said: "I want you to be my brother!"