"He won't really want to kill Kazukifeng, right?"

When everyone saw that the star spear had penetrated the barrier of the wind giant and was heading directly towards the flower moon wind, some disciples couldn't help but say.

Does this competition need to draw an end with Hua Yuefeng's life?

The fierce wind tore through the air, and before it could get closer, there was a burst of pain on the surface of Hua Yuefeng's skin.

In the face of this attack, which was a few points faster than lightning, he had no choice but to wait for death.

Hua Yuelou, who was watching the battle on the other side, jumped his eyelids and wanted to intercept this blow.

But when he found that even he couldn't stop it, his clenched fist quietly loosened.

Hua Yuefeng closed her eyes tightly, as if she had accepted the fate of death.

But after waiting for a long time, the imagined results did not appear.

He slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the starry spear that was spitting endless cold light and blooming with starlight stopped less than a finger in front of him, Hua Yuefeng seemed to understand something.

When the eyelids were slightly raised, when he saw Liu Ling fighting in the void not far away,

Hua Yuefeng's eyes finally flashed with a look of frustration.

He picked up this life.

"You lost. ”

At the moment when Hua Yuefeng looked up at him, Liu Ling happened to speak, his voice was extremely flat, without a trace of joy over Hua Yuefeng, as if this was just an extremely ordinary thing, and it didn't make much waves in his heart,

As soon as Liu Ling's words came out, Hua Yuefeng's body trembled violently.

His fists clenched, released, clenched, and released......

Finally, Hua Yuefeng seemed to accept this fact, and he let out a long breath.

"yes, I lost,"

"You are qualified to occupy the position of this core disciple. ”

When the disciples heard that Hua Yuefeng actually admitted defeat in person, they were in an uproar.

Who would have thought that Zifeng's first elite disciple, Hua Yuefeng, who was a cultivator in the quasi-Yuan Martial Realm, would admit defeat.

Now this appearance is similar to the challenge he just came to challenge with confidence.

Liu Ling, who was fighting in the void, nodded slightly, this Hua Yuefeng dared to face his own failure, and he was not too annoying.

Liu Ling hates those who lose and don't admit it,

I have to waste his efforts, have a good heart-to-heart, educate once, and waste the old nose.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Liu Ling found that Huayue Tower, which had been watching from the wall, suddenly flew towards him.

Liu Ling stopped his figure and set his eyes on Hua Yuelou's body.

Huayue Building is not comparable to the flow of Huayue Wind.

The characters who can become the core disciples of Zifeng are the real powerhouses of the Yuanwu realm.

Except, of course.

Liu Ling is the position of the core disciple of Zhengda Guangming who obtained it through the back door.

Go through your own back door and make others only jealous.

One word, arrogant.

Facing Huayue Tower, Liu Ling's body exuded an aura of nothingness.

As if sensing Liu Ling's fighting intent, the corners of Hua Yuelou's mouth outlined a smile.

"Don't worry, you and I will have a battle sooner or later, but the battlefield is not here. Hua Yuelou said with a slight smile.

Liu Ling: "????"

What does it mean that sooner or later there will be a war, but the battlefield is not here.

Liu Ling didn't react, but the other disciples on the lookouts did.

"Is Senior Brother Hua talking about the battle for the Holy Son?" a disciple exclaimed.

The battle for the Holy Son, a major event that can be ranked even in the Qingcang Sect.

The disciples of the Qingcang Sect don't know the geometry, whether it is the Elder Peak or the Big and Small Elder Peaks, there are many disciples, but with so many peaks, there are only ten Elder Peaks that are qualified to produce Holy Sons, that is to say, the entire Qingcang Sect, countless disciples, can only have ten Holy Sons.

One for each of the veteran peaks.

In recent years, among the top ten elder peaks, the remaining nine elder peaks have successively elected the Holy Son.

But there is only Zifeng, it may be that Zi Lao is lazy, or it may be some other reason, Zifeng has not had the appearance of the Holy Son for a long time.

This led to the fact that the tens of thousands of disciples of Zifeng were leaderless, and they would always be looked down upon by the disciples of other elder peaks.

And the battle for the Son is the way to choose the Son.

Now that Hua Yuelou suddenly said this, could it be that Zifeng is going to start the battle for the Holy Son?

"Senior Brother Hua, can I, Zifeng, start the battle for the Holy Son?" a bold male disciple asked with a fist hugging the Huayue Tower in the sky.

"Not bad,"

Hua Yuelou bowed slightly: "My Zifeng has not had a holy son appear for a long time, which has caused my Zifeng first-line disciples to always lag behind other peaks in the sect, so the patriarch and his old man issued an order to start the battle for the Holy Son, select a holy son for my Zifeng, and lead our Zifeng disciples to go further." ”

"Wow. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shaken.

Zifeng's battle for the Holy Son is really about to begin.

That is the Holy Son, and there are only ten Holy Sons in the entire Qingcang Sect, and the status of the Holy Son is in the Qingcang Sect, but it is comparable to the existence of the Great Elder.

With the position of the Holy Son, the cultivation resources obtained are even more immeasurable.

It's a pity that only the core disciples are qualified to compete for the position of the Holy Son, otherwise, they will have to give it a try.

Liu Ling was stunned when he heard it.

Is his unplucked iron rooster master really his master?

He is also a core disciple anyway, and he is also a pro-apprentice, why didn't he get this news.

The moon near the water is not reflected in him at all.

I'm afraid that he didn't worship a fake master, can he return it?

"Dare to ask Senior Brother Hua, when will the battle for the Holy Son start?"

"The elders haven't decided yet, but it should be in the near future. ”

Hua Yuelou thought for a moment and said, then he looked at Liu Ling: "Senior Brother Liu, I hope that I can have a good fight with you in the battle for the Holy Son." ”

"Hehe, I'm looking forward to it too. ”

Liu Lingpi responded with a smile.

He hadn't forgotten that this guy had shot at him before, how could he give him a good face now.

Don't think about it, Liu Ling doesn't think of himself as a big-bellied person.

"In that case, I'll go first, and we'll see you in the battle for the Holy Son. Hua Yuelou said.

Then he left from here with the flower moon wind.

The battle has ended, Hua Yuelou and Hua Yuefeng have left, and the remaining disciples are naturally hurriedly Liu Ling retired and left here.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the cave that had been surrounded just now had become empty.

With their departure, the news that Zifeng was about to start the battle for the Holy Son also spread, not only Zifeng, but also the entire Qingcang Sect.

Liu Ling landed from the sky and walked towards his cave.

A blue figure ran towards him.

Liu Ling took a closer look, but found that it was Bingxin, the girl.

"Brother Ling, you are awesome. ”

Bingxin came up and gave Liu Ling a big loving hug, and he didn't mind being taken advantage of by Liu Ling at all.

In the cave mansion, she has all the battles of Liu Ling in her eyes, and she will naturally be happy for Liu Ling in her heart.

Liu Ling hurriedly stretched out his hand to hug Bingxin, and with the warm nephrite in his arms, he shouted in his heart: Don't look at indecent things, don't move indecent people......

He is a man with a family, he can't make mistakes, and he must keep his principles.

After admonishing himself a thousand times in his heart, Liu Ling put Bingxin down, and the two walked back to the cave together.

"The battle for the Holy Son?"

Sitting at the stone table and taking a sip of the tea brewed by Bingxin, Liu Ling muttered these five words in his mouth.

Listening to Huayue Tower's words, the battle for this Holy Son seems to have started recently.

As one of Zifeng's core disciples, he was naturally qualified to participate in the battle for this Holy Son.

But now he didn't know anything, and blamed him for the Iron Rooster Master, who didn't tell him anything.

"Who are you looking for to ask?" Liu Ling thought to himself,

The best candidate, of course, is his cheap second senior brother Mo Xiaosheng, but Mo Xiaosheng seems to be still guarding the mountain gate, and he should not be able to count on it.

"Let's find that guy Yan Zheng,"

Liu Ling locked on a figure in his mind, Yan Zheng seemed to be quite interested in collecting intelligence, and it was right to look for him.

Taking out his Qingcang Sect's identity token, Liu Ling found the solemn position and shouted directly inside.

After a few breaths, the token made a ding-dong sound.

It represents a solemn acceptance of this news.

"I know, Senior Brother Liu, you wait for me for a while. A solemn voice came out of the identity token.

Liu Ling smiled slightly, after the two of them came back from Yishui City, they kept in touch, no, it has also worked now.

The speed of Yan Zheng was very fast, and in less than a quarter of an hour, Liu Ling had already heard the stone door of his cave house being knocked on.

opened the stone door, and sure enough, it was Yan Zheng.

"Come in. ”

Liu Ling glared at Yan Zheng angrily, if this continues, the stone gate of his cave will have to be changed sooner or later.

Yan Zheng rushed to the stone table, picked up the cup and drank the tea in it, and then let out a long breath.

"Cool. ”

After a long time, Yan Zheng turned his head to look at Liu Ling: "Senior Brother Liu, what are you looking for me?"

Liu Ling's face turned dark, and there was a bit of murder in his voice: "Didn't you say in the identity token that you knew everything?"

Yan Zheng shrunk his neck and smiled: "This is not in a hurry, I didn't hear it clearly, Senior Brother Liu, you say it again." ”

"I want to ask you about the battle for the Son. Liu Ling said.

"The battle for the Holy Son?"

Yan Zheng repeated it again, and then his mind sank into the spatial ring, and he began to look for news about the battle for the Holy Son of the Qingcang Sect.

Liu Ling waited patiently on the side and did not urge.

"Found it. ”

Yan Zheng suddenly let out a cry of surprise, and then put out a jade slip.

"Senior Brother Liu, here is all the news about the battle for the Holy Son of the Qingcang Sect, as well as the photos of other Jiufeng Holy Son battles. Everything you want, it's all here. ”

"Tong Su is not bullied, and the landing price of the beach is only 100 green points. Said solemnly.

Seeing Yan Zheng's appearance as a profiteer, Liu Ling's eyes widened: "No, you actually asked me for money?"