"It's a bit difficult."

This cultivation environment is not only a conflict between civilians and nobles, but also affects Feng Wutong's life.

Seizing this land means taking away Feng Wutong’s life.

But Dai Yao did not have the spirit of sacrifice to sacrifice himself to save others.

If you don’t get this mimetic environment, you won’t be able to achieve the expected training results, which will lead to the failure of the competition for the throne.

When two people can only choose to live one life, Dai Yao will choose to live by himself without hesitation.

Knock again.

The door opened in response, revealing Feng Wutong's figure.

Seeing something happened to Dai Yao, Feng Wutong said impatiently: "Why is it you again? I said I won't sell it!"

Seeing that it was about to close again, Dai Yao directly threatened: "I will decide this place. Other nobles can't do anything to you in Xingluo Royal Academy, but as the fourth prince of the empire, the academy is completely under the control of the royal family. As long as you

If you make a mistake, I can find someone to fire you."

"If you still don't agree, I will find your family. If anything unpleasant happens then, don't regret it."

Feng Wutong was filled with anger, her eyes were red, and she stared at Dai Yao, tears welling up in her eyes, and her mouth was murmuring, but she couldn't say a word.

In the face of rights, she has no room for resistance.

Losing the qualifications to study in the academy is a more serious matter than losing the mimetic training environment, so Dai Yao directly removed the salary from the bottom of the cauldron.

Dai Yao's second threat frightened her even more. Dai Yao did not attack her directly, but threatened her with her family.

It is really difficult to choose between myself and my family.

If you throw away your cultivation land, you will die; if you don’t sell your cultivation land, your family will die.

If she chooses herself and abandons her family, she will live in pain for the rest of her life. However, she is not willing to choose her family and give up herself.

She smiled sadly, looked at the young Dai Yao, and sighed in her heart that he was indeed a noble, but his thoughts were always so vicious.

But when I thought of Dai Yao's age, an idea flashed in my mind.

Dai Yao is a head shorter than him and a few years younger than him. He is only nine years old this year. So Dai Yao has just awakened his martial soul. Even if he is extremely talented, he has only just obtained a soul ring.

Thinking of this, she had an idea in her mind.

Said to Dai Yao: "Since we are all soul masters, let's use soul masters' methods to solve the problem. As long as you can defeat me, how about I give you the mimic environment?"

Hearing that there was going to be a fight, Dai Yao gradually became excited. Since becoming a soul master, except for the time he fought against Dai Mubai, he has not fought against other soul masters.

Now someone just happened to come to his door, and he wanted it.

He also wants to know how strong he is.

Dai Mubai is among the top group of ordinary soul masters. His victory over Dai Mubai was due to a lot of luck, and civilian soul masters like Feng Wutong are the normal level of soul masters.
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Since the other party has proposed using the soul master's method to determine the ownership of the mimetic environment, no matter how aggressive he is, he will be looked down upon.

Although Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything when Dai Yao threatened Feng Wutong, he clearly felt her disgust.

"What, are you scared?"

Feng Wutong raised his tone and said irritatingly to General Dai Yao.

Dai Yao smiled softly and replied: "In that case, let's do it."

Zhang Xiaofan came to Dai Yao's side and whispered worriedly: "Fourth Prince, Feng Wutong is a thirteenth-level soul master. Your Highness has just obtained the first soul ring. I'm afraid he is no match for you. You can change your mind now."

Zhang Xiaofan knows the gap between soul masters, so he is worried that Dai Yao will blame him after the failure.

"Don't worry, if I fail, it's just because I'm not good at my studies and it has nothing to do with you."

Dai Yao comforted Zhang Xiaofan.

The two came to the shore of the water pool, which was a large open space, which was just the place for the duel between soul masters.

Entering the state of duel, Feng Wutong completely lost the aggrieved expression just now, her fiery red hair fluttered, and she was confident and arrogant: "Come on, I just want to see the White Tiger Martial Spirit of the Xingluo Royal Family!"

Fighting against strong men is what every soul master dreams of.

She had seen the White Tiger Martial Spirit in the academy's soul master duel, but the princes had noble status, high status, and high soul power levels, so she had no chance to fight with them.

Therefore, the battle with Dai Yao is also an opportunity for her to improve herself.

"Possessed by a martial spirit!"

As soon as she finished speaking, an orange flame rose up from Feng Wutong's body, her long hair burned, and she rose into the air. Her hands spread out, turned into wings, and grew red feathers.

There was also a layer of light down on her beautiful cheeks. She hovered in the air, with a light yellow soul ring surrounding her, and she said with high spirits:

"Feng Wutong, Wuhun Blazing Bird, thirteenth level battle soul master, please give me your advice!"

Like Ma Hongjun, her family also has a turkey martial spirit that has been passed down from generation to generation. Her mutated martial spirit is not as powerful as Ma Hongjun's, and is only an above-average martial spirit.

Zhu Zhuqing knew that Dai Yao had once defeated Dai Mubai, whose soul power was as high as level 17. Now he didn't have to worry about dealing with a civilian soul master with an ordinary martial soul.

When Dai Yao defeated Dai Mubai, she was not present, so she was somewhat looking forward to the next duel.

Facing Feng Wutong, whose soul power surpassed his own, Dai Yao was not afraid at all.

"Possessed by a martial spirit!"

A ray of white light emitted from Dai Yao's body.

A powerful air current suddenly rose, and Feng Wutong and Zhang Xiaofan felt an invisible pressure shrouding their bodies.

"Is this the White Tiger Martial Spirit? What a powerful sense of oppression." Feng Wutong murmured to himself: "It doesn't matter if the Martial Spirit is powerful, I must defeat you for the sake of the mimetic environment."

Zhang Xiaofan was even more unbearable. His martial spirit was restrained by Dai Yao, and he took two steps back with a look of horror on his face.

When the white light faded, Dai Yao's figure appeared.

"Dai Yao, Martial Spirit White Tiger, an eleventh-level battle spirit master, please give me some advice." He bowed with both hands and returned the greeting to Feng Wutong.

He only used the first form of the martial spirit, the ordinary white tiger martial spirit, and did not use the sacred white tiger martial spirit form. He felt that the second form was not needed to deal with Feng Wutong.

Hearing Dai Yao's soul power level, Feng Wutong was secretly happy. The gap between the two levels of soul power was a huge advantage. As long as she made good use of these two levels of soul power, she would definitely win.

However, the dark yellow soul ring surrounding Dai Yao made her feel faintly uneasy.

It is rare for a civilian soul master like her to have a century-old soul ring as her first soul ring. Her first soul ring is just over a hundred years old, and Dai Yao's dark yellow soul ring may have reached the limit of a first soul ring.

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"You are worthy of being a noble. With help, you can easily obtain a soul ring that is close to the limit of the life of a soul ring." Feng Wutong thought unwillingly that her first soul ring, which barely exceeded a hundred years, had already done her best.

With hard work, nobles like Dai Yao can obtain high-quality soul rings without any effort.

How unfair.
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