The appearance of the White Tiger Demon King stopped several people from going to the road, which was obviously the same as his decision to unilaterally avoid it at the beginning.

Even if his attitude seemed to show great respect, and even bowed without hesitation, he still made Zhang Yiyi and Li Ergou prepare to make a move as soon as possible, and they didn't dare to have the slightest luck.

In the final analysis, the disparity in strength between the other party and them is really too large, and no matter how special the hairball bloodline is, it still can't subdue the opponent just close to the power of the bloodline.

Only the hairball was not affected at all, and the underage Fierce Beast King first showed the posture of a king, condescendingly looking at the white tiger demon cultivator who was kneeling down and worshipping him, calm and calm.

Even Zhang Yiyi saw such a hairball for the first time, and she couldn't help but secretly praise it in her heart, the king is the king, and no matter how small it is, it will not lose the momentum of dominating the world at the critical moment.

"What?"

Maoqiu really didn't regard this white tiger demon king as a danger at this moment, first, its bloodline was inherently impossible to make it afraid of any demon beast, and second, even if the white tiger in front of him dared to commit a crime, it would have a way out.

In a word, the dignity of the Beast King cannot be trampled on by slaves, and with its current strength, it can't fight against cunning human cultivators, and it can't deter low-blooded demons?

"The slave is willing to dedicate half of the output of the demon mansion to the king, and I beg the king to accept it!"

The White Tiger Demon Cultivator still didn't get up, kneeling in place and continuing to beg respectfully, just begging Maoqiu to accept half of the output of his Demon Mansion.

Hearing this, Zhang Yiyi and Li Ergou couldn't help but glance at each other, and then looked at the hairball together, but they were no longer so desperate to guard against the White Tiger Demon King.

The so-called output of the demon mansion, Zhang Yiyi roughly understands a little.

When it comes to the Demon King, other demon cultivators can cultivate a cave space of their own, which is called the Demon Mansion.

And what grows in each demon king's demon mansion, the type and quantity vary from demon to demon, but it is definitely extremely precious.

Like the White Tiger Demon King, who is only one step away from soaring, the area and output of his demon mansion are absolutely unimaginable wealth, and the other party can take out half of it at once and take the initiative to donate it to the hairball, which shows that it is an absolute blood.

Of course, if you are willing to give up, you will get if you give it, and you will ask for it, but I don't know what this White Tiger Demon King wants to get from the hairball.

"Tell me what you want from this king?"

The furball sounded as a matter of course, and it was obvious that everything about the white tiger was as it expected.

And Zhang Ergou on the side heard that Maoqiu was so smooth to the White Tiger Demon King who claimed to be the king, and then realized that Maoqiu only let him call him Mao Ye really gave him a big face.

Seeing that Maoqiu did not directly refuse, the White Tiger Demon King suddenly felt that his hope was a little bigger, and naturally he did not dare to delay, so he hurriedly replied: "The king, the slave is brave, and I beg the king to give the slave a breath of king's breath!"

"Hehe, you are really greedy, only half of the demon mansion is produced and you want to exchange it for this king's royal qi, and this king's royal qi is so cheap?"

When the hairball heard this, he looked even more unpleasant with the majesty on his face, but he was thinking about adding more conditions in his heart.

Wang Qi is not precious to it, to put it bluntly, it is its various excretion gases on weekdays, and it is accumulated in its own mansion demons on weekdays, and it is only a little useful, but there is no loss when it is all dispersed.

But what is not important to it is a treasure that these lower demons with uncluttered bloodlines in the Nether realm have nowhere to ask for, and can repair some of their own flaws, improve their qualifications, etc., and even use them more skillfully, it is enough to change their fate.

However, the fact that this white tiger actually knew that its royal qi was so useful showed that the other party had seen it well, and had obviously deduced its true identity from the aura it deliberately emanated.

"Forgive sins, as long as the king is willing to give the slave king's qi, except for half of the demon mansion's output, no matter what the king commands, the slave must obey!"

The White Tiger Demon King is really also a heart to seek king's spirit, and directly showed his biggest hole card, not afraid of being pinched by hairballs at all.

This attitude alone really can't find any flaws, which can also be seen that the king of the furball must be important to him, so important that he can pay anything willingly.

And in fact, it is true, the White Tiger Demon King has practiced for tens of thousands of years, but he has always been a little short of being able to ascend, he thought that he might have to stop here in this life, but he didn't expect that today he would perceive the breath of the Fierce Beast King Space Beast God that only existed in the legend.

At first, he wasn't sure, but instinctively because of the constant deep awe of his blood and soul, he subconsciously made an avoidance behavior.

But when it realized that maybe it was really lucky to meet the true pure Beast King bloodline today, even if there was only a one in 10,000 chance, it immediately decided to gamble.

If it is true, his fate will be directly rewritten, and the bottleneck of ascension will definitely be broken.

Such an opportunity, the white tiger does not want to miss!

"Yiyi, why don't we let this guy help us find the things you want?"

Seeing the white tiger like this, the hairball immediately transmitted Zhang Yiyi: "But say it in advance, half of the output of this White Tiger Demon Mansion is mine, and I have to use my royal qi to exchange it with him." ”

"What kind of royal anger is you, and will it have any bad effect on you?"

Zhang Yiyi naturally didn't think about greedy hairballs, she was afraid that the loss of Wang Qi would be harmful to hairballs themselves.

"Don't worry, I'll be measured, the impact will be a little bit, but it will definitely not hurt me. ”

There are still a lot of hairballs, and he didn't directly tell Yiyi that his royal spirit is actually the waste gas it doesn't want, otherwise wouldn't he have to give a lot of discounts for his own credit?

As soon as he heard that it would not be damaged by the hairball, Zhang Yiyi naturally had no opinion, and after praising the hairball's cleverness and ability, he negotiated a deal with the white tiger according to the hairball's idea.

Taking advantage of the hairball and the white tiger's words, Zhang Yiyi quietly asked Li Ergou: "Ergou, do you know what they mean by Wang Qi?"

Zhang Yiyi knew that the hairball was hidden, as if she had guessed that the hairball should have cultivated out of the Demon Mansion a long time ago, but this guy was stunned and never mentioned it, and he had always only grabbed the treasures from her, and he had never taken it out of it and gave it to her.

But that's all about it, anyway, she didn't think about snatching the hairballs, but this time she was really worried that the hairballs were hiding the importance of the so-called fairy energy.

After all, even if you lose a breath of fairy qi and can't hurt the hairball, if there is really any bad influence, it is not good in the end.

And Li Ergou is also a demon cultivator, and he should know more about some things about their demon clan than her, so she will ask this question in secret.