I remember that Sun Miaomiao said that Zhao Chenghuang has a secret spiritual servant, and this Wenyuan Pavilion scholar also said the same. Zhang Yuanqing thought about it, and sent Yuan Ting a message with the idea of ??planning for a rainy day:

"Captain Yuan, do you know what Zhao Chenghuang's secret servant is?"

The message was sent out, but no one responded for a long time.

Zhang Yuanqing simply called, but the voice prompt turned off the phone.

Captain Yuan won't be silenced, right? He muttered a little guilty.

Zhang Yuanqing opened the chat software and asked questions in the Baihuwei group.

[Yuanshi Tianzun: Do you guys know what Zhao Chenghuang's secret servant is? ?

[You Feng Laiyi: I don't know. ?

[Ling Jun: I don't care. ?

?Qijiro: Why do you think that we will pay attention to a night tour god in the extraordinary realm? ?

Almost forgot, Zhang Yuanqing covered his face silently.

[Cerebellar Axe: I can help you find out, but there is not enough time, tomorrow is the ultimate battle. ?

[Yuanshi Tianzun: @???, no need, thank you. ?

Or "Cerebellar Axe" is more mature and reliable, um, I'm not a woman, I really like mature and reliable men. Zhang Yuanqing was about to quit the group chat when he suddenly saw Ling Jun@him.

[Ling Jun: Tomorrow's competition will be done according to one's ability, the second place is very good, don't put too much pressure on yourself. ?

[You Feng Laiyi: I think the props of the illusionist profession are no worse than Houtu Boots, and the second place is fine. ?

Everyone has no chicken babies, but they are comforting Yuanshi Tianzun, telling him not to have too much psychological pressure, and to maintain a good attitude to face tomorrow's battle.

[Yuanshi Tianzun: Thank you everyone, thank you Centurion. ?

[You Feng Laiyi: Why do you want to thank the leader, he didn't come out to encourage you. ?

[Ling Jun: This kid is good at flattering people, relying on his licking skills, he has won the favor of the gang leader alone. Look at how he arranges the gang leader in the dungeon, and the surname Fu can bear it. ?

?Schijiro: hetui~?

This is not flattery, this is social. Zhang Yuanqing closed the chat group, took out the notebook from the drawer, picked up the pen in the pen holder, and began to write tomorrow's battle plan.

For him, the use quota of the three props outweighs the disadvantages, because in terms of props, he probably can't compare with Zhao Chenghuang who has the ruler.

"These three props must restrain Zhao Chenghuang's advantages. I am not as strong as him. This is a fact, so we must use good tactics."

He opened his notebook and began to write quickly.

In the capital, a quiet courtyard house amidst the hustle and bustle.

Elder Zhao, who was dressed in a black robe and had black hair tied with a wooden hairpin, was sitting under a locust tree drinking tea.

Elder Zhao was one of the first batch of spiritual practitioners. He was a figure in the Republic of China era. His seniority was higher than Elder Sun's, and his strength was of course stronger.

"Tomorrow's ultimate battle is the group arena. It will be beneficial to you. Do you have the confidence to win the championship?" Elder Zhao sipped his tea with a calm tone.

Zhao Chenghuang on the opposite side of the coffee table straightened his waist and said in a deep voice: JrNovels.com