All kinds of tastes in the hearts of the princes linger in their hearts.

Especially the eldest prince, their team is the strongest of the four teams, with two masters of the Realm of the Realm to help, and after nine days of hard work, they have gained more than 15 million points.

Now that Ling Xiaoye is alone, he has basically surpassed the sum of them, which is really embarrassing.

But fortunately, the seventh prince had just won five million points from the second prince, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

There is also the second prince, the points of his team, that is, more than 12 million points, now make a bet, not only to give the seventh prince 5 million points, but also to take a bottle of the middle grade of the pure heart pill, which is a complete loss.

The first is that the points are far behind, and the second is that the loss of almost tens of millions of precious pills is tantamount to cutting off one's own flesh.

This made the second prince regret it, and his hatred for Ling Xiaoye also reached the extreme.

If it weren't for their father's edict, they wouldn't have made a move on Ling Xiaoye, maybe the second prince would have ordered his helpers to rush up and kill Ling Xiaoye.

But the problem is, the second prince can't do this!

So this guy can only let the Thirteen Princes take his ring and throw it to the Seventh Prince.

Then he took the emerald green bottle, threw it to the eleventh prince, and said hatefully: "Take it all! Make good use of it, don't be unblessed when the time comes!"

Ling Xiaoye returned to the place where he had just meditated at this time, then sat down, and said leisurely to that Sikong Yan, "Do you want me to do it, or do you come by yourself?"

When Sikong Yan heard this, he trembled, he was a master of the Lingjing Mirror, and he actually looked away several times in a row, and planted a heel on this Ling Xiaoye, and the resentment in his heart became even stronger.

This person gritted his teeth and said fiercely to Ling Xiaoye: "Don't be arrogant!"

With that, this person waved his hand and activated the mana true element, a faint red light appeared on his body, and there seemed to be a burning flame on his palm, and then he slapped towards Ling Xiaoye fiercely.

"Stop!"

The Eleventh Prince shouted to stop it, but it was too late.

Sikong Yan didn't care about the flames in his palm, but also unleashed several invisible powers, surrounding Ling Xiaoye, wanting to kill Ling at the beginning.

Ling Xiaoye also summoned his purple-gold Xuan Soul at this time, and when he was resting before, he had also made many attempts on this Xuan Soul, and found that this Xuan Soul was the same as the Black Dragon Night Wind, which had devouring attributes.

Casting the illusion of the body, Ling Xiaoye's figure appeared behind Sikong Yan, breaking Sikong Yan's protective shield with one hand, and his palm directly attached to the person's back.

The purple-gold Xuan Soul was immediately like a bottomless hole in the river, and began to suck in a large amount of river water.

Of course, these rivers are the various powers in this Sikong Yan's body.

Anyway, Ling Xiaoye didn't plan to hide his strength, and he also wanted to stand up in front of these people, so he had to take someone as a typical example.

This person, Sikong Yan is the best candidate.

This person has been looking for trouble for himself three times and twice, and if he doesn't teach him a lesson, maybe this person will ride to his head after a while.

Between the lightning and flint, Ling Xiaoye's mysterious soul devoured Sikong Yan's power, and immediately made this Sikong Yan weak, unable to strike again, and didn't even have a chance to resist.

Moreover, Sikong Yan's back began to heat up, and a few puffs of green smoke came out.

Sikong Yan himself was also foaming at the mouth, his eyes were rolling, and he looked like he didn't know life and death.

Seeing this, the eleventh prince had no choice but to acquiesce.

With just one Ling Xiaoye's earning points, it is enough to withstand dozens or hundreds of Sikong Yan, which person is important to him now, the eleventh prince has a number in his heart.

As for the other martial artists who were watching, they were also frightened by Ling Xiaoye's sudden move.

"It's just a move!"

"Sure enough, it is ridiculously powerful, and one move will make Sikong Yan powerless to resist. ”

"This, this, this...... I can't believe it!"

......

At this time, Elder Mo Wen was sweating on his forehead and his body trembling slightly, he was also the same as Sikong Yan at the beginning, he sneered at Ling Xiaoye and looked down on Ling, but this Ling Xiaoye was extremely powerful, and he couldn't match him at all.

So this old man could only lower his head, squeeze out of the crowd, find a secluded place, and be quiet, hoping that Ling Xiaoye would not come to trouble him.

After more than a dozen breaths, Ling Xiaoye pushed away this Sikong Yan with one hand, and he felt that a lot of True Yuan mana had been added to his body, and of course, those mysterious powers in his body had also been strengthened to a certain extent.

Moreover, the outline of the Xuan Soul seemed to have swelled a little, which felt like a small realm had been improved.

Sikong Yan's whole person was slumped on the ground softly, emitting a faint breath.

Ling Xiaoye said to the eleventh prince who came over at this time: "This person talks a lot, I feel noisy, what do you think, prince?"

This sentence, although it seems to be asking the eleventh prince what his attitude is, in fact, Ling Xiaoye started first, and what he said later was nonsense.

Of course, the Eleventh Prince also felt that Ling Xiaoye's shot was a bit heavy, but he couldn't say it, so the Eleventh Prince had to smile bitterly: "He's okay, right?"

"I don't know, it's estimated that it will take a few months to get up, so let him use the teleportation charm and get out of here, I think the prince shouldn't need a person who can only speak cool words!"

"Good ......"

The Eleventh Prince can only acquiesce to this now, after all, Ling Xiaoye is his biggest reliance. He quickly called Sikong Yan, the female elder of the same sect, and asked this woman to help get this Sikong Yan out.

After doing this, the eleventh prince recalled that more than a dozen of them had obtained more than three million points in nine days, plus Ling Xiaoye's more than 19 million points, it had completely reached more than 20 million points, and the first link was hopefully ranked in the forefront.

At this time, he is in a good mood, anyway, in the later links, it doesn't matter if there is one less person, with Ling Xiaoye in charge, the eleventh prince is confident that he will win the next two links.

The next link is to enter the Temple of the Remnant God, and in the underground labyrinth below, find the inheritance or treasure, and the point ring will be automatically scored, and the number of people is not necessarily an advantage.

So the eleventh prince sent a message to Ling Xiaoye: "Master Ling, I have misunderstood you before, please bear with me!"

"It's okay, I'm not the kind of person who cares. ”

Ling Xiaoye had already closed his eyes and meditated at this time, and calmly replied.

"Okay, good, in the next link, I hope that Master Ling can find a lot of inheritance together!"

"Well, that's easy, don't worry. ”

The eleventh prince closed his voice and no longer bothered Ling Xiaoye.

And the others secretly discussed:

"Hey, didn't you find out just now, Master Ling seems to have cast a Xuan Soul, he seems to have broken through to the Illusion God Realm!"