"Boy, it's you again!"

A red-eyebrow man looked at Lin Ming, this man was Yi Fan, who had a conflict with Lin Ming on the spirit ship.

He didn't expect that Lin Ming would suddenly appear at the mobilization meeting of the original dream battlefield, was he tired of being alive.

According to the rules of the Xiaoji Palace, on such an important occasion, a low-level disciple jumped out and interrupted the speech of the deputy palace master, which was a great crime of disrespect.

"Yuluo, Yifan, do you know him?"

The white-robed elder looked at Yu Luo, his brows furrowed.

"Yes......"

Yuluo nodded stiffly, she looked at Lin Ming, and said unhappily: "Lin Mu, why don't you cultivate hard at the station, what are you doing in the main peak?"

"Miss Yuluo. Lin Ming hugged his fists, "I heard that the Primordial Dream Battlefield is about to open, and I want to get a place, enter it, I don't know that there is no racial restriction to enter the Primordial Dream Battlefield?"

As soon as Lin Ming said this, the audience fell silent.

Thinking of getting a place and entering the battlefield of the original dream, who did he think he was!

"Hahaha! I'm laughing to death, you are a human race, so arrogant! There are a total of 9,300 people to enter the Primordial Dream Battlefield, and the list has been set three months ago, in addition to the 3,000 election places, the remaining more than 6,000 places are all held by the disciples of the Xiaoji Palace, and they are determined after layers of screening!"

"Every disciple of the Little Extreme Palace who has obtained a quota is outstanding, and he is the best among the martial artists of the same level, and he is proud of his generation! You actually want a quota with empty white teeth, are you an idiot!!"

Yifan laughed wantonly, although his voice was arrogant. But also said what the soul clan martial artists present thought in their hearts, they all felt that this Lin Ming was a fool with a brain in water.

"Oh, the quota has already been decided?" Lin Ming didn't expect this, Yuluo had said before that in any place in the Soul Clan's Sevenfold Universe, you could enter the Primordial Dream Universe.

Now it seems that there is only no limit to the location, but if you want to enter the original dream universe, there must be other restrictions, and not just anyone can enter.

The Xiaoji Palace can only send in 9,300 people, so the disciples that a smaller force can send in are even less.

Lin Ming's voice sank. Said: "I just want to know." Is there any racial restriction for entering the original dream universe?"

"What if you don't, you're not qualified at all!" Yi Fan sneered.

"That'...... Give me your qualifications!" Lin Ming looked at Yi Fan and said word by word: "Since the quota was decided by the sect Dabi, I am also a disciple of the sect. Victory over you. You've got the qualifications, right?"

"You!!

Hearing Lin Ming's insolent words. Yifan was furious.

With a sound of "Qiang", Yifan's long sword came out of its sheath and pointed directly at Lin Ming!

"Since you can't wait to die. I'll fulfill you!"

Yi Fan said and rose into the air, his gaze locked on Lin Ming's dantian position.

Originally, Lin Ming's internal world was chaotic because of his injury, but now, Lin Ming has recovered from his injury, and he did not deliberately hide the inner world, so that Yifan saw Lin Ming's cultivation at a glance.

"What? You are a Lord's Being?"

Yi Fan's words made all the Xiaoji Palace disciples in the audience slightly startled, and they all looked towards Lin Ming's dantian position, and they suddenly felt a faint cosmic aura.

It is a sign that the inner world has turned into a starry sky and the stars have been born.

"Early stage of the Holy Lord?" A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Luo's beautiful eyes, it turned out that this Lin Mu he saved was a martial artist in the early stage of the Holy Lord.

In the soul realm, there are few human saint master stage martial artists.

Generally speaking, human martial artists are under all kinds of luck and coincidence, coupled with their own extremely high talent, they can barely break through the Holy Lord Period, and the Holy Lord Period is often the end of the cultivation of the human race, and it is almost impossible to further step into the realm king level.

"Hmph! What about the Holy Lord Period! No wonder you dare to trespass into the Main Peak privately, do you think the Holy Lord Period is great? In the Xiaoji Palace, the Holy Lord Period is nothing at all! Not to mention that you are still a human Holy Lord, and you are not in my eyes at all!"

What Yi Fan looks down on the most is the Terran warrior, the Terran warrior is indeed very miserable in the soul realm, and he is generally not the opponent of the soul clan martial artist of the same level, and even in the face of the soul clan opponent of a lower realm, he may not be able to win.

What's more, Yi Fan is still the leader of the core disciples of the Little Extreme Palace, and his cultivation is at the peak of the late stage of the Soul Monarch, and he is not far from the realm of the Holy Lord.

He was able to get the quota to enter the battlefield of the original dream, not through guò Dabi, but through guò election, and he directly got the token.

A genius disciple of the Realm King Holy Land is enough to challenge beyond the ranks, even the Holy Lord of the Soul Race is not his opponent, the Holy Lord of the Human Race, he can easily torture and kill!

"Senior Sister Yuluo, this person has a way to die, and it is reasonable for me to kill him, you can find a human race to study the virtual dantian!"

Yi Fan said to Yuluo, and suddenly slashed at Lin Ming with a sword.

His sword slashed towards Lin Ming's heavenly spirit, and the sword light burst out, and in the sword light, Yifan also used his soul attack, in order to kill with one blow!

On such an occasion, so many sect disciples watched, if he couldn't abolish Lin Ming with one blow, he would be disgraced even if he won.

And at this time, Lin Ming also made a move.

In the face of a character like Yi Fan, Lin Ming didn't need to use any supreme divine martial arts at all, he directly used the finger to refer to the gun, and above his fingertips, a dazzling divine light emitted.

At that moment, many disciples of the Little Extreme Palace felt that they couldn't open their eyes, and the terrifying divine light, like a materialized spear light, dotted between their eyebrows, and they all felt that their souls were trembling.

"Peng!"

Blood spilled, Yifan screamed, and flew upside down, and the long sword in his hand also flew.

His body flew upside down like a meteor for hundreds of feet, slamming into an ice sculpture and causing ice chips to fly one after another.

The scene that happened between the lightning and flint made the audience silent.

The outcome of the battle was unexpected.

"Senior Brother Yi!"

Several disciples hurriedly ran over to investigate Yifan's situation.

Lin Ming kept his hand, on the territory of the Little Pole Palace. Of course, he wouldn't take Yifan's life, but this blow was enough for him to lie down for a while.

Since Lin Ming has already released his words, he wants to replace Yifan and enter the battlefield of the original dream, then it is of course the most suitable to let the other party lie down for a month or two with serious injuries.

"What's going on, what just happened?"

Many disciples of the Little Extreme Palace didn't see how Lin Ming made a move at all.

"That human defeated Senior Brother Yifan with one blow! And he didn't use a weapon, he just fought the enemy with his bare hands!"

The disciples of the Little Pole Palace looked at each other. They couldn't believe it. Yi Fan, who was ranked number one among the core disciples, was defeated like this.

Although Yi Fan is only in the late stage of the Soul Monarch, his cross-level battle has always been as simple as eating and drinking, saying that he is equivalent to a Soul Clan martial artist in the Holy Lord Period. No one will have any objections.

But in front of that human. He was so defeated. The gap is too big.

"This human race martial artist is also a genius! As a king of the same rank, I am afraid that he will face the middle stage of the Holy Lord of the Soul Clan. In the later stage of the Holy Lord, it is not much worth!"

"What you said is too exaggerated, if you say that, then he doesn't have any hope of breaking through the realm of the realm king?"

The realm king level, in the minds of the disciples of the Little Pole Palace, can be said to be a legend.

In the past million years, the sect has accumulated a total of two remaining realm king powerhouses, and in the future, I am afraid it will be difficult to cultivate a realm king to succeed them.

If you want to break through the king of the realm, how easy is it?

"Anyway, he is definitely a master, I'm afraid it's not much worse than Senior Sister Yuluo!"

"Maybe it can really be barely compared to Senior Sister Yuluo, although it is said that he is the Holy Lord Battle Soul Monarch, and he has suppressed Senior Brother Yifan by a realm, but it is still unbelievable that he can win so easily, a human being can actually reach this kind of Cheng dù......"

Lin Ming's shot just now, issued with his finger, although it was only aimed at Yi Fan, but the other martial artists present all had a feeling of being pierced by the gun, and their hearts were terrified.

At this time, Yi Fan was still lying in the ice slag heap vomiting blood, and he looked at Lin Ming, his vision was blurred.

"You...... You ......"

"I just want your qualifications, and I'm not interested in killing you. Lin Ming's voice was cold, and he no longer looked at Yi Fan, but at the deputy palace master of Xiaoji Palace.

"Senior Deputy Palace Master, this Yifan said before that there is no racial restriction when entering the Primordial Dream Universe, isn't it?"

Questioned by Lin Ming, the face of the white-robed old man was very ugly.

If Lin Ming was from the Soul Clan, he would definitely be happy to defeat Yi Fan with one move, and regarded Lin Ming as a treasure.

But Lin Ming is a human race.

The disciples of the Terran race, although they also nominally belong to the Xiaoji Palace, in fact, there are no high-level members of the Xiaoji Palace at all, and they really regard the Terran as their own. Those who are not of my race will have different hearts.

"Yes, there are no limits......"

The deputy palace master's voice was low, and he looked at Yuluo.

Yuluo was still a little unbelievable, Lin Ming's strength made her never expect.

Thinking of the location where Lin Ming was found before, Yuluo somehow felt a very strange feeling in his heart, why did Lin Ming appear in the place of the ice cockroach in the first place, and he was seriously injured, was it just a coincidence?

"Third Uncle, here's how it ......"

Yuluo's lips moved slightly, and he quickly told the white-robed deputy palace master what happened to Lin Ming with the Shenyuan transmission.

The white-robed old man listened, his eyebrows trembling.

Such an outstanding disciple was not from the soul clan, which made him very depressed.

Otherwise, cultivate it well, maybe there is really a little possibility in the future to break through the realm king.

The white-robed elder looked at a few small Extreme Palace elders not far behind him.

These people were all high-level elders of the Little Pole Palace, they glanced at each other, asking for each other's opinions, and finally the great elder of the Little Pole Palace spoke.

"Let him participate in the Primordial Dream Battlefield, although he is a human race, as long as he holds the battlefield token of the Xiaoji Palace, even if he is a disciple of the Xiaoji Palace, among the nine thousand three hundred people who participated in the Primordial Dream Battlefield this time, except for a few people such as Yuluo, I am afraid that there is no one who can catch up with this human being, let him go, and he can also support the scene." ”

"Do you want to hold up the scene...... Alas, the Terrans are stronger than us, has the Xiaoji Palace not fallen to this point, it is really sad to rely on the descendants of the Terran to support the scene. ”

The elders of the Little Extreme Palace said one after another, their words were equivalent to confirming Lin Ming's qualifications to enter the Primordial Dream Battlefield.

...... (To be continued......)