Chapter 523: Winning or Losing
Seeing that Feng Shijun looked hopeless, Mo Fan smiled slightly.
"Feng Shijun, I know you treat me well, and I have never treated you poorly! Look!"
With that said, Mo Fan summoned the white tiger from the beast bag.
As soon as the white tiger appeared, it instantly attracted everyone's attention, including Han Su.
The one who reacted the most was undoubtedly the current head of the Tiger clan, Feng Shijun!
"White tiger! It's actually a white tiger!" Feng Shijun looked excited, and he didn't look as pitiful as he had just been about to cry. He excitedly rushed to the white tiger's side and stretched out his trembling hands to touch him.
But Bai Hu avoided him in disgust.
But he still looked at the white tiger with bright eyes, as if he had seen some rare treasure.
The White Tiger is the most noble bloodline of the Tiger Clan. It can be said that once they reach adulthood, they will be at the level of Demon Lord. If they grow up normally, it will be a matter of course for them to enter the Great Sage Realm.
This is a real holy beast!
It is far beyond what Feng Shijun can compare with.
The tiger clan has this white tiger, which can be said to ensure that there will be a great sage sitting in the future.
For so many years, although the Tiger Clan has been strong, it has not been able to produce a great sage, which is really not worthy of the title of King of the Jungle.
Now that we have this white tiger, everything will fall into place, and the tiger clan will definitely prosper.
"This is the child of the White Tiger Emperor of your Tiger Clan. He was kidnapped as soon as he was born. I got it by chance."
"Later, I fed it an ancestral elixir, which activated the pure white tiger bloodline. In the future, your tiger clan will definitely have a great sage."
"Feng Shijun, do you still hate me?" Mo Fan said with a smile.
Now that his identity has been exposed, there are some things he can't hide, such as this little white tiger.
Feng Shijun looked at the little white tiger with stern eyes and a smile on his face: "No way, thank you Monkey King. The Tiger Clan will always be your friend!"
At this point, how can Lord Feng Shi care about Mo Fan's trivial deception?
This white tiger alone allowed his tiger clan to offend the entire demon kingdom, and he would not hesitate to do so.
He knew that the monkey clan had a new ape, who had amazing fighting power and was invincible. He was the bloodline of one of the four ancient monkeys in the monkey clan.
And the white tiger's bloodline level is even higher than that of the wild-armed ape. Can you imagine how terrifying it will be in the future?
Such a good thing happened to his Tiger Clan, and he looked at Mo Fan with a more cordial look, even more cordial than when Mo Fan was the Monkey King.
Seeing this, the Nine-tailed Demon Lord and the Kuangzhu Lord felt very sad.
This kind of thing would make people jealous if it happened to any race!
This is a holy beast! In the future, you will properly enter the existence of the Great Sage.
Why did such a good thing happen to Feng Shijun, a fool?
It has to be said that fools are blessed. The Tiger Clan spared no effort to help the Monkey Clan. Such a reward is simply a huge profit.
In fact, what they don't know is that even if they help the monkey tribe like the tiger tribe, Mo Fan will not be able to create another top holy beast such as the nine-tailed sky fox or the earth-shaking violent bear for them.
Everything is caused by fate, as if the connection between Mo Fan and the Tiger Clan is due to the fate of this little white tiger.
The little white tiger has reached the fifth level of cultivation and has sufficient spiritual intelligence. The average martial master is far from its opponent.
When facing the sixth-level monsters of the Monster Clan, it can even defeat them.
This is innate bloodline suppression.
Lord Feng Shi has already stood in a high position and is not a short-sighted person.
For him, he no longer cares whether there are any rising stars in the Tiger clan who will threaten his status in the future.
He just wants to lead the Tiger Clan to become more powerful, and wishes that all the Tiger Clan could threaten his position. How powerful would it be then?
The appearance of the little white tiger made him elated and ignited great confidence.
He growled lowly, and a deep "王" appeared on his forehead, as dark as ink.
The royal aura of the tiger clan exuded from the inside out made the little white tiger feel more at ease.
The little white tiger, who was still a little shy at first, no longer hid next to Mo Fan, but tentatively approached Feng Shijun and rubbed his body.
"Hahahaha, little guy, you are really the hope for the future of our tiger clan! I wish you were my son." Feng Shijun touched its head and laughed, as happy as a child weighing several hundred pounds.
Mo Fan also breathed a long sigh of relief.
The three demon kings have been dealt with. This is the retreat he has prepared from the beginning.
The Great Sage Pingtian, who had the most say in the Monster Clan, used two ninth-grade elixirs to please them, and the Tiger Clan, who was most friendly to the Monkey Clan, gave them a white tiger holy beast, which was considered the most benevolent thing.
And the monkey clan, his savior, has also undergone earth-shaking changes because of his appearance, and it is only a matter of time before it regains its former glory.
The demon clan should be able to let go of their deception.
As for the human race, they got a saint in vain, and with the victory in the Martial Emperor battle, which they had given up hope for, it was too late for them to be happy. How could they dare to have the slightest objection to Mo Fan?
When the empress saw that Mo Fan had solved such a huge mistake in just a few words, she was not too surprised, but rather took it for granted.
From her perspective, it seemed as if everything was under Mo Fan's control.
A trace of admiration slowly grew deep in my heart, subtly spreading on the thin layer of ice.
"The white tiger will follow me to practice for now. When the time is right, I will return it to the tiger clan. Could you please Feng Shijun to tell his mother Yu Ji that I, Mo Fan, am a man of my word?" Mo Fan snapped his fingers. , signaling Bai Hu to return to him.
Empress Feng was reluctant to leave after hearing this, but he also understood that growing up with Mo Fan was much more promising than growing up with himself.
He nodded, indicating that he agreed with Mo Fan's proposal.
"In addition, you can find more spirit beasts in this Emperor Martial Space to improve your strength during this period of time. When the time is almost up, just declare defeat." Mo Fan instructed the three of them again.
Empress Feng and the other two looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Anyway, they couldn't deal with Mo Fan. Since he had already made his identity clear, the failure of the Emperor Martial War was a foregone conclusion.
Mo Fan didn't mean to kick them out of the battlefield immediately. They could still find opportunities in the battlefield to improve their strength.
For such a matter, anyone who is not a fool would know how to choose.
After exchanging opinions, the three of them bowed together: "Then follow what the Monkey King said."
After that, the three of them left and hurried to find opportunities to improve their strength.
After seeing the three of them leave, Mo Fan shrugged to Han Su and said: "Okay, the human race will score one point first."
Han Su was also a little helpless.
She had always heard about how tragic the Saint Seizing Battle was, and she had also thought about how fierce the battle would be when she entered the Saint Seizing Battlefield.
But she had never thought that the highest level of the Saint Seizing Battle, the Emperor of Martial Arts, would be decided by Mo Fan in just a few words, without even having to take action.
The Saint Linyuan in the void also secretly sighed at Mo Fan, this weirdo. Since the beginning of the Saint Seizing Battle, he had never heard of such a result, let alone personally arbitrating.