"Gang Licheng, you are overthinking. Cang Xiu wants to uphold justice, but he is not qualified yet!"

Si Mingqing's eyes were gloomy.

In fact, before setting off, he had already arranged for the warriors of the Four-Armed Clan. Once he encountered something good, he didn't need to worry about anything and just grabbed it.

When the nine-color bracelet is born, Silanka will not give up.

"The Yangxiang clan cannot uphold justice, but if the other eight grades reach a consensus, then no one can destroy this justice.

"You, the four-arm tribe, want to grab something, and other races want to grab it, so the final outcome is that no one will grab it.

"Mutual checks and balances, mutual threats, coupled with the opinions of the outside world, this is a dangerous balance."

Gang Licheng glared at Si Huangqing.

Sometimes it is a shame to work with such a retarded person.

He had read a very interesting story from China before.

It is said that a long time ago, there was a temple somewhere in China.

There are three monks in the temple.

The thing is strange.

A monk can carry water to drink, and the water tank is always full.

Two monks carried water, and the water tank was also full.

But when there were three monks, the water tank was empty. All three would rather die of thirst than have anyone to fetch water.

Si Huangqing even specifically tested this little fable.

He found three low-level warriors of equal strength among the Cyborg clan and asked them to assume the same position and manage the same thing.

Sure enough, it was a complete mess, no one obeyed anyone, and everyone wanted to control everyone.

I have to admit that although there was no martial arts in ancient China, some wisdom was summarized very accurately.

The current situation in the Eighth City is the same as that of the ancient temples in China.

If there was only the Four-Armed Clan, then Su Yue would be dead.

If it were the Cyborg clan, Su Yue would also be dead.

Even if only the Four-Armed Clan and the Cyborg Clan were left, Su Yue would still be dead. However, one of the two clans might also die, so just one of them would be enough.

But once a third tribe appears... things will be dire.

What's more, there are six tribes now.

In this kind of chaos, Su Yue could safely swallow the spiritual energy.

This beast has perfectly inherited the wisdom of China.

"Damn it, you guys are a bunch of trash.

"Is it possible that we have to watch Su Yue swallow spiritual energy?"

Si Huangqing finally came to his senses.

"No!

"That boy Su Yue is not that simple. He must have other goals."

Qingchudong's eyes flickered.

Since the six races and eight grades check and balance each other, no one can take away Su Yue's nine-color bracelet.

But when Su Yue goes to the eighth city, he can't just swallow spiritual energy.

After all, he still has five poison cores in his pocket.

According to the Insect Head Clan, these five poison cores can definitely help Su Yue sneak attack on five eighth-level enemies.

The five death quotas were easy for Su Yue, and this was something that the top players had already acquiesced to.

But what on earth is he going to do!

There was clearly a chance for a sneak attack, but he didn't take action. Instead, he showed off his treasure in a big way.

unreasonable.

…

China!

Yuan Longhan and the others also didn't know about Su Yue's plan.

Everyone is waiting to see what happens.

At the same time, they were still silently praying for Su Yue's safety.

Mo Kai is always prepared, he must lead his disciples to escape safely.

Apart from Jue Ding, the red pot is the bond he cares about most.

…

The Eighth City.

System skills progress extremely quickly.

In just a few minutes, Su Yue had successfully compressed 500 calories of energy and blood.

The speed is faster than Yuan Longhan's, the spiritual energy is purer and more stable than Yuan Longhan's, and it is obviously easier to absorb than before.

Su Yue could be sure that this was the purest and most top-notch spiritual energy he had ever seen.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the Eighth City was a bit strange.

The eighth-grade people looked at each other. They hesitated and struggled.

The Four-Armed Clan wants to rob it.

The Yangxiang tribe wants to rob it.

The Cyborg clan still wants to rob it.

Even the three tribes from the Western War Zone, who are guests from afar, still want to grab the nine-color bracelet.

Just as Gang Licheng judged.

Everyone is at the pinnacle of the eighth level, and the next step is to break through to the ninth level. At this level, there is no chance of mistaking the eyes. Everyone's eyes are vicious enough and accurate enough.

Especially when seeing the treasure, everyone's eyes are shining.

The nine-color bracelet is not simple.

This is a treasure, a treasure that has been rare for centuries.

It can directly compress spiritual energy, which is equivalent to a mobile elixir library, and is more than ten times more powerful than the elixir library.

After warriors reach the realm of master, they all regard compressed spiritual energy as a God-given opportunity.

What a God-given opportunity.

One can imagine how precious it is.

This is an opportunity that is rare to encounter. Even the most powerful peak cannot be created out of thin air.

greedy?

Who can not be greedy?

Especially this group of warriors who are about to reach the ninth level, but are still 10,000 calories short of reaching the ninth level of perfection.

Among the nine grades, there are also grades three, six, and nine.

In the early stage of Ninth Stage, that is the weakest Ninth Stage. Although they have access to the top rights of the race, most of the benefits are not yours.

As for the ninth-grade Dzogchen, he is the strongest person at the top, and his status can be imagined.

Also, if you reach the peak of the ninth level, you can look for the ultimate opportunity.

The younger a warrior is, the more opportunities he has. This is an axiom. Who doesn’t want to break through earlier?

If they didn't have ambition, they wouldn't have overcome obstacles all the way and finally reached the eighth level of Dzogchen.

After the ninth level, it is difficult to move forward, and the compressed spiritual energy will be even more precious.

After all, there are not many elixirs that can be taken by ninth-grade warriors.

Their predicament is theoretically exactly the same as Su Yue's.

"Where did you get this bracelet?"

Cang Xiu is from the Yangxiang tribe. When facing Su Yue, who is also from the Yangxiang tribe, he can use a commanding tone and temperament.

"The master left it to me before he died."

Su Yue raised his head with a cute expression on his face, with an expression that said, "I am a novice, I am a fool, I am not aware of the danger at all."

"This thing is temporarily requisitioned by the Holy Land. You can pick it off and give it to me. I will keep it first on behalf of Mr. Black Catcher."
To be continued...