Chapter 1207: See
"Oh? Still sincere?"
Hearing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, and without much movement, he just looked at Zhang Feng.
And Zhang Feng took a few steps forward, came to Ye Fan, and then stretched out his hand, and a dagger gradually emerged.
"The King Killing Dagger, a weapon used by a former elder of the Jiu clan. This dagger has stabbed the King of Flat Flow, although it did not succeed, but it is stained with the blood of the emperor, and it is no ordinary thing."
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"This is the prize I won in the family competition. I originally wanted to change my cultivation, but now, on behalf of the Jiu clan, I will give this to King Ye."
"It sounds like you are very sincere." Ye Fan took the dagger, and with a slight touch, his finger was cut open.
"Good stuff."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes. His body was so strong that being able to cut his skin so easily was enough to prove that this King Killing Dagger was not an ordinary thing.
The method of controlling weapons + a magic weapon, the gift from the Jiu Clan, is enough for him to open a new cultivation system for Nanchuan.
"You three don't have a place to live yet." Putting away the King Killer Dagger, Ye Fan showed a gentle smile: "I can arrange a few good houses for you three."
"Nanchuan is a good place, you can stay here for a while."
"Thank you for your kindness, King Ye." Zhang Feng bowed: "But the patriarch gave us a short time. Now that we can become friends with King Ye, we still hope to discuss the details of the cooperation first."
"So that we can report to the patriarch."
"It's nothing more than sending a few people to you." Ye Fan said, "Are there any requirements?"
"No requirements, just enough geniuses." Zhang Feng replied: "We hope to send ten people a year."
"How can a genius come out so easily." Ye Fan waved his hand and refused: "Ten people in five years is good."
"That's too little..." Zhang Feng hesitated, glanced at Ye Fan, and tentatively asked: "How about three years?"
"Okay." Ye Fan nodded.
"My mouth." Ye Fan agreed immediately, Zhang Feng couldn't help but feel annoyed, but he could only force a smile and said: "Then thank you, Lord Ye."
"You're welcome." Ye Fan said, looking at Jiu Luo: "Have you decided on the specific details of the cooperation? What treatment did my people receive in the past? How to contact me? And how to teleport to Pinglixing?"
"We have formulated corresponding plans for these." It was still Zhang Feng who answered, "Tomorrow, we will bring it to Lord Ye for review."
"Okay." Ye Fan nodded, "Then let someone arrange accommodation for you."
"When the distinguished guests come, Nanchuan will not treat them badly, and we should do our best to be a good host."
"In this case, thank you Lord Ye for your kindness." Zhang Feng agreed and saluted, but when he stood up after the salute, he was stunned.
He knew that he had to do his best to be a good host, but he ignored them before...
"Why do I feel that we are still being tricked." Walking out, Zhang Feng thought more and more that something was wrong, and couldn't help but glanced back, but he only saw Ye Fan looking at the three of them with a smile.
That look was like an elder looking at a younger person... kind?
"He is really very mature, as he can fight the King of the North on equal terms." Zhang Jing also reacted to the side: "He has been ready for a long time, just waiting for us to take the initiative."
"It's the same as what we thought, but he is too experienced, we fell into the trap without knowing it..."
"Can you regret it?" Zhang Feng smiled bitterly, "I feel he is even more evil than the King of the North."
"Yes." Zhang Jing also smiled bitterly: "But the things have been given, if you regret it, I'm afraid you won't get them back."
"Forget it, it's better to be able to negotiate than nothing."
Click click.
The footsteps gradually faded away, and in the hall, Ye Fan finally retracted his gaze.
"Young man, you still need more experience." Ye Fan thought about it, weighing the King Killer Dagger in his hand.
The three people from Pingliuxing brought him enough news, and the most important one was the trace of King Wu.
The collapse of the human race is closely related to the departure of the three kings, and they never returned, but became the overlord of Pingliuxing. There must be some twists and turns in it.
"The original star will eventually be opened up in the future, and it is a good choice to lay out Pingliuxing in advance." In the Haotian Tower, Grandmother Jiade said: "Maybe the three kings have the same idea."
"That makes sense." Ye Fan nodded slightly.
"Who are you going to send to our cooperation with Pingliuxing?" Grandmother Jiade continued to ask: "Send real geniuses or reliable people."
"Definitely the latter." Ye Fan pondered, and some figures flashed in his mind.
Up to now, Nanchuan has enough geniuses, and these people are the foundation of Nanchuan's prosperity.
Their arrangements and development will largely determine the future of Nanchuan, or the future of the human race, to what extent.
"I have to plan one or two well." Exhaling a breath, Ye Fan stood up.
"The human race will eventually be unified, and the future of Nanchuan will never be in this small place."
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"King, the three people from Pingliuxing just sent a message saying that they decided to cooperate with Nanchuan and cut off the connection with Beidi."
In the northern part of Lieyang, before he could stand firm, the news from the commander behind him made the King of Beidi's face darken.
"This Ye Fan is really a bastard!" Thinking that his arrangement was torn apart by Ye Fan again, the King of Beidi couldn't help cursing.
He suffered more and more losses, and now, it has hurt Beidi's plan.
"He must have known the identities of those three guys! If I had known this, I shouldn't have let them show up!"
The King of Beidi was still angry, and the commander had just retreated and walked back.
"King, King Ye just sent a message." Looking at the angry King of Beidi, the commander whispered: "Do you want to see it?"
"He still has the nerve to send me a message?" The King of Beidi was full of anger, "Tell him to get out!"
"Ah... OK." The commander timidly took back the communicator and started typing.
Snap.
A slap on the head, the King of Beidi looked at the word "get out" sent on it and was shocked: "Did I really tell you to get out?"
"I..."
"Forget it." The King of Beidi snatched the communicator: "Get out."
"Okay." The commander took a few steps back, perhaps thinking of the lesson just now, and asked again: "Really, really get out?"
"Get out!!!" The roar of the King of Beidi pierced the eardrums, and the commander rolled and crawled back.
"When did all the idiots surround me?"
The remaining anger of the King of Beidi dissipated, but when he looked at the content on the communicator, his anger dissipated a lot, and then he became a little depressed.
Obviously, the content of the letter was not a happy thing for him.
"This Ye Fan... is really good at doing things."
After saying this, the King of Beidi looked to the north. The skyline was covered with dark clouds, as if telling the horror there.
"I haven't been there for some time." After saying this to himself, the King of Beidi raised his hand, and a dragon-scale warhorse came to his side.
"Father, where are you going?" Lingbao noticed this scene and asked hurriedly.
"The City of Bones." The King of Beidi replied, his tone was no longer hard, but much softer. He patted Lingbao on the shoulder and sat on the horse.
"Go see your uncle Ji."
