"Master Li, you're too much!"

Zhang Ziye walked to Master Rufa's side with a cold face, once the Shaolin Temple surrendered to the Yama Palace, then, who would be next? Even if it wasn't the Iron-Blood Alliance, it would be the turn sooner or later.

"Mr. Zhang, this is a matter between me and the Shaolin Temple, are you sure you want to take care of it?" Li Ling looked at Zhang Ziye with a smile.

Catching up with Li Ling's playful gaze, Zhang Ziye's heart trembled, but he couldn't ignore this matter, he could still understand the idiom of cold lips and teeth.

With his eyelids raised, Li Ling stared at Master Rufa with an ugly face, "Master Rufa, I'll give you half an hour to think about it!"

With an indifferent smile, Li Ling turned around and walked towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"Li Ling, you haven't defeated me yet!"

Long Xiao, who was silent for a while, suddenly made a move, and the rolling true qi poured into the soft sword, flowing with brilliant light.

With a step of his right foot, Long Xiao's figure was elegant, but he was secretly killing, and the sharp soft sword stabbed Li Ling's neck.

With a flash of cold light in his eyes, Li Ling's right hand became a claw, and the three light doors in his arm suddenly opened, and the sea of consciousness was like an amber-like dream seed seedling swaying wildly, and a roll of strange fluctuations shrouded a radius of ten meters.

Long Xiao's every move was reflected in Li Ling's eyes, and even, in the depths of Li Ling's pupils, dozens of Long Xiao's figures appeared, each of which performed different moves.

Predict the field!

One move, ten moves!

As soon as Long Xiao made a move, Li Ling predicted his change of move after ten moves.

"Boom!"

The right hand became a claw, like a long dragon, and the five fingers flowed with sharp color, just like a dragon's teeth, biting towards Long Xiao.

Long Xiao's face changed greatly, he felt as if he had fallen into a trap arranged by Li Ling in advance, and his every move was controlled by the other party, which was extremely awkward.

"Boom!"

Li Ling's right claw seemed to break through the space and landed abruptly on Long Xiao's shoulder.

Blood gushed out from the red ground, Long Xiao's feet sank into the ground, and the whole person slid backwards, and the ground was plowed with a long mark.

Master Rufa and Zhang Ziye's expressions froze, and they defeated the strong Grandmaster Long Xiao with one move, and Li Ling's strength can only be described as unfathomable.

The smile on the corner of his mouth did not decrease, Li Ling didn't look at Long Xiao, who was stunned and didn't believe that he would be defeated by one move, raised his feet and continued to walk towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

Bata and Mocha supported each other, and Li Ling's previous shot showed no mercy at all, leaving them seriously injured.

"He's become so powerful!" Bata swallowed the saliva in his throat with difficulty, his thoughts racing.

"Batta, can we regain our freedom?" a bitter look appeared on Mocha's face.

Bata's eyes flashed with complexity, gritted his teeth, and said, "I believe that Emperor Yan will not break his promise, besides, how much use value do we have in the hands of Emperor Yan?"

As the battle on this side subsided, more and more ancient warriors walked towards the side of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

Looking at the mess in front of them, all the ancient warriors were shocked.

"Master Rufa, what about Li Ling?"

"What's going on now?"

Everyone looked around, but they didn't find Li Ling's figure, and they couldn't help but have a trace of expectation in their hearts.

Master Rufa smiled bitterly, said a Buddha name, and said to several monks: "Carry the two ancestors of Ciyun and Cifei into the Daxiong Treasure Hall!"

Zhang Ziye stood beside Master Rufa, with a look of wanting to speak and stopping.

He really wanted to persuade Master Rufa that he must not surrender to Li Ling. But when he thought of Li Ling's strength, he felt that this matter was irreparable.

"Hey!"

With a long sigh, Zhang Ziye looked in the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and smiled bitterly, "The ancient martial arts realm is going to be full of disasters and difficulties again!"

"Long Xiao, are you okay?" Zhang Ziye raised his chin and looked at Long Xiao, whose shoulders were bloodied.

Long Xiao shook his head with an indifferent expression, stared at the side of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and said in a deep voice: "When the sky changes, the breath over there is very strong!"

Being mentioned by Long Xiao like this, Zhang Ziye suddenly reacted, and his eyes lit up, "What do you mean?"

"The Innate Strongest!"

There was a flash of thought in his eyes, and after half a sound, Zhang Ziye shook his head helplessly, "What can the innate strongest do? In this world, the innate strongest person is a caged tiger, can he still get Li Ling?"

"This day is not so simple, since this innate powerhouse dares to burst out of momentum, it is enough to prove that he has comprehended something. Otherwise, there is no innate powerhouse in this world who dares to burst out with due momentum!" Long Xiao's eyes were filled with coldness.

In the Scripture Pavilion, Li Ling walked lightly with a smile on his face and walked towards the second floor step by step.

In Li Ling's heart, he decided to unify the ancient martial arts world of Huaxia and practice martial arts for the whole people, he had already decided that he would recite Master Long for a while.

Once some problems have been figured out, there is no need to tie your hands and feet.

In the past, Li Ling had too many scruples about doing things.

But now it is different, in a few years, the whole earth may become a purgatory, and the rule of law and morality will fall.

What Li Ling has to do now is to create an iron-like order before all this comes.

Under the maintenance of this iron-like order, the earth will not be chaotic.

"Da Da Da!"

The soles of his feet landed on the stairs, and a dull sound sounded.

On the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, Master Nianlong's waist was bent, sitting cross-legged on the futon, hanging his head, and his twilight was heavy, as if he would die at any time.

Suddenly, Master Nianlong suddenly raised his head and looked at the figure who stepped into the second floor.

Looking at Li Ling at this moment, a trace of surprise rose in Master Nianlong's heart, it had only been a few days, Li Ling's breath had calmed down a lot, especially the eyes, which were moving forward and fearless.

"It seems that Master Li Shizhu has got a great opportunity in the past few days!" Master Nianlong said in a hoarse voice.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Li Ling glanced at Master Nianlong, and said as he walked towards the bookshelf where the scriptures were placed, "It's not that I got some chance, but I just figured out something!"

"Yes, can Master Li tell the old man what is it that can make Master Li Shi change so much?" Master Nianlong asked with a smile.

"Master Nianlong, do you really want to know?" Li Ling picked up a Buddhist scripture on the bookshelf and flipped through it casually.

"Listen up!"

Putting the Buddhist scriptures back on the bookshelf, Li Ling smiled and said, "It won't be long before the innate strongest will dominate this world." You say, what else do I have to scruple about? Do you want me to wait for you old monsters to come out, and then suppress me?"

Listening to Li Ling's frivolous words, Master Nianlong's cloudy eyes flashed with shock, and he spoke slowly before he spoke: "How did Master Li Shizhu know?"

The atmosphere on the second floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion seemed to be a little frozen, and Master Nianlong's eyes were flowing with cold light, staring at Li Ling's back.

And Li Ling didn't seem to feel Master Nianlong's cold gaze, and continued to flip through the Buddhist scriptures on the bookshelf.