Yu Hanshuang's eyes were filled with coldness, and he said in a cold voice: "Why, do you still want to regret it?"

Ye Xinghe smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and made a stroke in the air.

There was a flash of white light, and ten soul grasses fell out from his space ring.

Each soul grass is shaped like a small tree, more than a foot long.

The branches and leaves are luxuriant and full of vitality.

At this time, a strong aroma spread out.

Everyone couldn't help but raise their heads and smell the alluring aroma.

Just by smelling the fragrance, the life soul in the body starts to move.

After everyone came back to their senses, they all looked shocked.

What grade is this soul grass?

Ye Xinghe held ten soul grasses in his hands, with a playful look on his lips, and said with a smile:

"Since we have to bet, the first-grade soul grass is really too weak."

"What I have in my hand are ten fourth-grade soul grasses and living golden branches."

"If you want to bet, why not bet bigger!"
Chapter completed!