Yuan Haomiao's face turned pale and blue.
To be honest, he didn't want to hand over the holy luck.
Because there are only three Holy Sons of Shengxuan Continent now, and the other two have not been active for several days. In his opinion, those two have most likely climbed to the top of the mountain and even onto the white jade chair.
If he tried to climb the summit now, he would already be one step behind.
If we give the Holy Luck to Lou Qianxue and then plunder the Holy Luck again… I’m afraid we will fall behind by more than just one step.
"Lou Qianxue." He looked at her with a pale face: "At this time, what our Profound Sky Continent needs is not personal heroism."
He seemed to think that Lou Qianxue didn't understand, and continued: "There are five people in Shengxuan Continent, and you are only one person. You need me, so keeping the Holy Luck for me is the most correct choice."
Lou Qianxue sneered, "You think too highly of yourself. I may really need help to deal with the five people from Shengxuan Continent, but why do you think that my helper must be you?"
Yuan Haomiao's face became even uglier, and the anger in his eyes almost overflowed. He clenched his fists: "If you don't choose me, who else do you want to choose?" He looked at Mu Zhanfeng and others and snorted coldly: "Could it be that group of ants? I advise you not to have unrealistic ideas. This group of ants can never be the opponent of the Holy Son of Shengxuan Continent!"
Jing Hang, Mei Lian and Xue Ji were standing aside at this time, watching Lou Qianxue and Yuan Haomiao arguing about the matter of Holy Fortune. They showed a bit of interest on their faces, but they were not in a hurry. They just watched patiently to see what they were going to do - in fact, if Lou Qianxue was willing to kill Yuan Haomiao, they would be very happy to see it.
"Then you don't have to worry. All I know is that I have defeated you in the Holy Land, and your Holy Luck belongs to me... Although I am too lazy to take action against the defeated, if you don't cooperate, I don't mind using some tough measures!"
"You!" Yuan Haomiao was furious.
Lou Qianxue threatened him!
She actually threatened him!
He came from the Holy Tower. He was not only the best among the ten Holy Tower disciples who entered the holy land this time, but also one of the most outstanding geniuses in the entire Holy Tower.
Anyone from the entire Tianxuan Continent had to be respectful when seeing him, but Lou Qianxue, such a shrewd and cunning girl, actually dared to threaten him!
"Stop talking nonsense. Are you going to hand over Shengyun or not?" Lou Qianxue's patience was almost exhausted. The dark state of mind at her snow-white fingertips was stirring, as if she was about to take action if they disagreed.
"… I'll pay!" Yuan Haomiao gritted his teeth.
This Lou Qianxue is obviously not a good person. He can't beat her now, nor can he stop her from taking away the Holy Luck. As long as Lou Qianxue doesn't change her mind, she won't be able to keep the Holy Luck even if she resists him. In this case, it is better for her to hand it over voluntarily.
However, he had never suffered such humiliation before, and his heart was filled with resentment and shame. With a thought, the golden holy luck left him and flew towards Lou Qianxue.
He stared at Lou Qianxue with eyes filled with hatred.
No one has ever humiliated him like this before. When one day Lou Qianxue becomes his defeated opponent, he will make Lou Qianxue live a life worse than death!
"Lou Qianxue, you will definitely regret this!" At the last moment, he was still full of resentment and said coldly.
Here Lou Qianxue is just relying on her Saint Luck. Apart from the Holy Land...
snort!
“Zhan Feng.” Lou Qianxue ignored Yuan Haomiao, and she did not accept Sheng Yun either. Instead, she turned her head to look at Mu Zhan Feng who was standing beside her: “Sheng Yun, you continue.”
Continue in a moment.
(End of this chapter)