Listening to Qi Yang's resentful voice, the smile on the corner of Pan Tianlong's mouth became more and more intense, and he smiled in a low voice, "Who made Li Ling powerful!"

"Powerful?" Qi Yang sneered and snorted: "What kind of power does he Li Ling have?" If it weren't for his **** luck, I don't know what great opportunity he gets, with him, how could he be my opponent!"

"But in fact, Li Ling has become the strongest person in Huaxia, and even the strongest person on earth!" Pan Tianlong smiled helplessly.

Qi Yang gritted his teeth and did not refute Pan Tianlong's words, because what the other party said was right. With Li Ling's record in this period of time, he can indeed be called the first person on earth.

Killed more than a dozen strong grandmasters, destroyed the Yasukuni Shrine, and returned to China unharmed.

Everything Li Ling did could be called a shock to the world.

Facing Li Ling, Qi Yang only had deep helplessness and frustration, he knew very well his potential, at most he cultivated to the strength of the Grandmaster, and it was impossible to take another step. Even, a strong grandmaster like him, who had been piled up with drugs since childhood, was not as good as some extreme half-step grandmasters with extremely powerful talents.

Looking at Qi Yang's gloomy eyes, Pan Tianlong's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said in a low voice: "Qi Yang, I have a plan here, and there is an eighty percent chance of killing Li Ling." ”

"What?" Qi Yang's expression was stunned, and he raised his head to meet Pan Tianlong's eyes full of temptation.

"Brother Pan, aren't you joking?" Qi Yang stared at Pan Tianlong, feeling that his mouth was a little dry, "Not long ago, eighteen countries around the world dispatched twenty-eight super strong people, and they couldn't help Li Ling, do you have a way to deal with him?"

Qi Yang couldn't suspect this, although his words were full of disdain for Li Ling, but he knew in his heart that unless he used nuclear weapons, otherwise, Li Ling would not be killed. But now, which country dares to use nuclear weapons?

"I only want to ask you, do you dare to join forces with me to deal with Li Ling together!" Pan Tianlong's eyes sparked a terrifying light, staring at Qi Yang who was frowning.

After being silent for a long time, Qi Yang's face changed several times, and finally gritted his teeth and raised his head to meet Pan Tianlong's cold gaze, "Brother Pan, I'm with you!"

"Good!"

A bright smile appeared on Pan Tianlong's face, his body leaned, his right hand wrapped around Qi Yang's shoulder, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, "As long as our brothers join forces, no matter how strong Li Ling is, he will definitely die!"

"That's right, he's going to die!"

At the same time, all over the country, countless masters are rushing towards the Shaolin Temple.

It has been less than a week since the memorial service, and almost all the major sects have poured out.

This is a rare feast in China for decades.

Thirty miles away from Shaolin Temple, dozens of ancient warriors were divided into two groups and were hostile to each other.

"Jin Moyu, do you still have the courage to appear in front of me?" A middle-aged man in a black suit, with a look of anger on his face, looked at a strong man in the crowd opposite.

The strong man sneered, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, "Zhao Yu, are you itchy again?"

"Despicable villain!" Listening to Jin Moyu's disdainful tone, Zhao Yu's heart was full of anger, and his right hand holding the long sword trembled uncontrollably.

"Senior brother, it was this despicable villain who attacked you three years ago?"

"Boy, that's not called a sneak attack, I'm teaching him a long memory!"

"Fart!"

"Zhao Yu, don't talk nonsense, now that everyone is here, I'll let you remember it for a long time!"

"When I'm afraid of you, despicable villain, look at the sword!"

Zhao Yu's steps were swift, just like a cheetah, holding a sharp long sword, and rushed towards Jin Moyu.

Looking at Zhao Yu who was roaring, Jin Moyu sneered, a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes, his right hand shook, and a silver needle turned into a cold light and shot towards Zhao Yu's eyebrows.

"Boom!"

"You're still so despicable!" Zhao Yu's face changed slightly, gritted his teeth, picked up the silver needle that was whistling, and roared, "You really think that I haven't grown at all in the past three years!"

"There's really no growth!" Seeing Zhao Yu easily pick up the silver needle, a sneer appeared on the corner of Jin Moyu's mouth.

Looking at the cold smile on the corner of Jin Moyu's mouth, Zhao Yu had an ominous premonition in his heart, and a coldness rushed straight from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai.

The middle-aged man standing in front of Jin Moyu suddenly made a move, and the dagger in his hand, like a deadly sickle, stabbed Zhao Yu's neck.

"Shameless!"

"You're sneaking up!"

"Kill!"

Zhao Yu's pupils contracted suddenly, he just picked up the silver needle and flew away, and the true qi in his body stagnated, and the person who sneaked up the attack grasped the timing very accurately.

"I'm dying!!"

"Bang Bang!"

Suddenly, a violent wind swept in all directions, and an afterimage shuttled between everyone.

"Poof!"

The middle-aged man who attacked Zhao Yu changed his face greatly, the corners of his mouth gushed red blood, his steps staggered, and he fell to the ground.

In the shocked gaze of everyone, a slender figure emerged from the void.

Gong Qing's expression was indifferent, holding a bloody blade, scanning everyone, his voice was cold, "Within a hundred miles of Shaolin Temple, martial arts are forbidden!"

"You, who are you?" The middle-aged man who had just attacked Zhao Yu struggled to get up, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

"Whew!"

"Gurgle!"

"This ......"

"Brother Hong!"

The middle-aged man who attacked Zhao Yu covered his neck with his hands, and red blood gushed from between his fingers.

Jin Moyu's eyes rolled with horror, his whole body was cold, he looked up at Gong Qing with a cold expression, and his voice trembled, "You, why did you kill Brother Hong?"

With his eyelids raised, Gong Qing said calmly: "I'm willing!"

Listening to Gong Qing's answer, Jin Moyu was angry, he didn't expect the other party to give him such a reason.

"Okay, what a sentence 'I'm willing'!" Behind Jin Moyu and them, a middle-aged man gritted his teeth and spoke, his eyes spewing angry flames, staring at Gong Qing with an indifferent expression, "Is that as long as I am willing, I can kill you?"

"Whatever!"

The Blood Demon Blade swirled between the five fingers of Gong Qing's right hand, exuding an icy aura.

"Finally, I warn you again, within a hundred miles of Shaolin Temple, martial arts are forbidden!"

"Bastard, you actually ignore me!" The middle-aged man who spoke just now had a sinking face, and his right foot slammed forward, like a humanoid lightning, shooting towards Gong Qing.

As soon as his eyelids were raised, the corners of Gong Qing's mouth flashed with contempt, and he looked at the middle-aged man who rushed towards him with an angry face.

"The Dragon League is majestic, and it cannot be provoked!!"

"Dragon League?" The middle-aged man's face changed greatly, looking at Gong Qing, whose figure suddenly blurred, his eyes rolled with fear, and he lost his voice: "You, you are a dragon warrior!"

"Poof!"

A ray of blood swept through the void, and a look of unwillingness and remorse appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and his hands tightly covered his neck.

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle!"

Jin Moyu and the others panicked, looking at the middle-aged man who was holding his neck and falling to the ground softly.

Zhao Yu and the others looked at each other, and a chill was bubbling in their hearts.

It's so ruthless!

If you don't agree with each other, you will take someone's life! There is no room for negotiation at all!

"Senior brother, what should we do?"

The middle-aged man beside Zhao Yu came to his side, with a look of horror in his eyes, and asked in a low voice.