Chapter 910: Is there any benefit

Today's Chen Fan is actually a hard-working man.
Before he came here, he hadn't heard anything about the Zongmen Ranking Tournament, and he didn't understand Zhao Wuchen's thoughts at all. The reason why he didn't take the previous pills was because of caution.
So where does he have anything to stay.
But Chen Fan was clever and clever to grasp Zhao Wuchen's weakness. The other party didn't know if he had any successors, and he didn't dare to bet!
Now that Deng Jiuge is dead, Chen Fan is the only one in the entire Seven Star Sect who can participate in the qualifying battle. If he leaves or dies, where can Zhao Wuchen make sense?
It can only be said that now he has lifted a rock and hit himself in the foot, thinking of letting Chen Fan fight with Deng Jiuge, and then firmly controlling the winner, but he did not expect Chen Fan to be such a little fox. , Leaving no flaws at all.
After this exchange, Chen Fan is tantamount to firmly grasping the initiative in his own hands.
Even if Zhao Wuchen was angry, he would not dare to do anything extraordinary.
After all, is he asking for Chen Fan?
"Okay, okay, okay!" The three good words in a row fully showed the grief and anger in Zhao Wuchen's heart. He had never thought about it, and in the end, he was played by a young man between his palms.
"Let's talk, what is your purpose, how can you participate in the Zongmen Ranking Tournament!"
Feeling that Zhao Wuchen had compromised, Chen Fan finally showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and sat back on the chair indifferently.
Now that the rhythm is in his hands, he can naturally act according to his will.
Actually speaking, Chen Fan was not so repulsive of the ranking of the sect, but he thought it was a waste of time.
But that's not the case. If it gives him enough benefits, what's the waste of time?
"Actually, I can understand the master teacher. After all, a person who manages a huge sect must be very tired."
"I have always wanted to share my worries for the sect leader, so it is not impossible for me to go to this sect ranking match..."
Seeing Chen Fan's tone let go, Zhao Wuchen's eyes showed excitement again.
But before his excitement subsided, Chen Fan opened his mouth again.
"But...the head teacher can't let me join the war for nothing? Is it good?"
As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Wuchen was stunned.
He also thought about what Chen Fan was thinking about. It turned out that he was just asking for benefits, which was too simple.
"Sure enough, it's just a casual cultivator overseas, and I haven't seen anything in the world. Even if the talents are amazing and the intelligence is like a demon, they will be dragged by a little bit of petty profit."
Zhao Wuchen stroked his beard and murmured to himself, returning to the original state of no waves in the ancient well within a period of time.
"Chen Fan, you are right. If you are participating in a qualifying match, how about I promise to give you one hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones?"
"Sorry, no!"
Chen Fan's answer was very simple, one hundred thousand spirit stones, should Zhao Wuchen take him as a beggar.
The remaining spirit stones in his storage bag from the last stone bet amounted to more than 100,000, so he took out this little thing and wanted to send him?
"Well...what about Lingbao, how about you choose the best Lingbao?"
"Sorry, no!"
Just kidding, the life and death sword in Chen Fan's storage bag is the best spirit treasure, and it can be upgraded at any time, and the two daggers left by the previous martial king monk who killed before are also infinitely close to the magic weapon level.
Not to mention that Chen Fan still has a real magic weapon?
How can the superb spirit treasure be in his eyes?
Zhao Wuchen continued to talk about a lot of benefits, but in the end, none of them were what Chen Fan liked, which was really frustrating.
"Can you elaborate, what do you want?"
Faced with such a question, Chen Fan grinned and said: "How about letting me go to the Zongmen Treasure House to choose?"