Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Hearing his words that did not seem like a joke, the young man in green, Long Lingtian, stared with his eyes wide open, revealing a look of disbelief.    

Fifty percent …    

Just with his own strength, he was able to get fifty percent of the harvest from a family. He felt that Wu Hao had gone insane.    

"What? Do you think I'm asking for too much?" Looking at his expression, Wu Hao's face suddenly darkened, and said to him with raised brows: "If you think I'm a lion asking for it, then please leave!"    

Wu Hao was not courteous at all. After he finished speaking, he stood up from his seat, and acted like he was shooing away the guests.    

He hastily stood up from his seat and with a fawning face, he said, "Junior Brother Wu, if you have something to say, then we can talk. I, this dragon, am only here to pass on a message and have no right to decide.    

"Then go! Come find me after you've made an agreement with your family!" Wu Hao replied without a care.    

After hearing that, Long Lingtian forced a smile, nodded his head, then turned and left.    

Wu Hao watched him leave and quickly fell into deep thought. When he came back to his senses, he anxiously took out a few Message Talisman s and activated them.    

"Royal …" Since you guys are endless, then don't blame me for being cold-blooded and heartless. I didn't want to get entangled with you guys at first, but now, it seems like it's impossible! "    

Wu Hao's face sank, and his body suddenly erupted with killing intent.    

Two days later, a person arrived at the pavilion where Wu Hao resided.    

This person was shockingly a little fatty. When he suddenly looked, he saw that it was Wu Hao's brother — — Jia Ren.    

Jia Ren did not come looking for him, but had actually appeared here by himself. When he appeared, Wu Hao had even been a little surprised.    

Sitting in front of the tea table, Wu Hao looked at the smiling Little Fatty, whose face was completely red, Wu Hao could not help but tease him: "Little Fatty, did you pick up the money, see how happy you are?"    

"Heh, more or less." Hearing this, the little fatty smiled at him and said, "Brother Wu, it has been over a year since we last met. I've missed you so much!"    

"Heh, long time no see. You're still the same as always, losing weight!"    

"What are you losing weight for!" Isn't it good for me? "No, no, no. This is what you call luck!"    

"Alright, stop boasting in front of me. Just say it directly! "Why are you so happy …"    

As soon as Wu Hao said this, the little fatty who had a happy expression immediately restrained himself.    

His expression suddenly changed, he looked at Wu Hao, and a look of anticipation flashed past his eyes: "Brother Wu, actually, I, Little Fatty, have been looking for you for a long time, but you have been in closed door cultivation, and coincidentally met with Vice President Jun, asking me if I wish to inherit the Soul Martial Arts system. Your astonishing actions just now had spread far and wide, and the Soul Martial Arts system has become a well-known existence in the world.    

"So, the thing that makes you happy is that you inherited the Soul Martial Arts, right?" Wu Hao stared at him, his expression suddenly became stern.    

"Yes …"    

Little Fatso Jia Ren nodded at him, his eyes still unable to hide the excitement in her heart, but right at this moment, Wu Hao suddenly stood up from his seat.    

"Stand still! Don't move!"    

The moment Wu Hao stood up, his expression became extremely solemn, causing his expression to freeze abruptly. No one knew what he meant by that.