"Senior brothers, people are in the martial arts arena, everyone can go and see for themselves, and then teach that kid a good lesson, let him know what it means to know what it means to have mountain people outside the mountain!"

As soon as the man greeted, many Divine Soul Stage monks immediately followed him to the martial arts arena, ready to teach the boy who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth.

Luo Yin watched a group of Yunxiao Sect disciples flock to the martial arts arena, and said with a smile: "I don't know who it is, so bold that he dares to start a group mockery on Penglai Island." You must know that the Penglai Festival has gathered almost most of the masters in the entire immortal cultivation world, and almost all of the Divine Soul Cultivators on the Human List alone are here. ”

Shui Linlang also smiled: "Speaking of challenging the entire world Divine Soul Cultivator, this person is really bold enough, but I don't know if it's grandstanding or really capable." ”

Luo Yin asked: "Such a fun thing, I'm afraid it's hard to meet it a second time, is Miss Linlang interested in joining in the fun and seeing where the madman came from?"

Shui Linlang shook his head and said, "Forget it, Senior Brother Luo can go by himself if he is interested, I still have to continue to listen to the illusion, after all, this is the last one, and if you miss it, you will never hear it again." ”

Luo Yin was not reluctant, and said: "Okay, then I'll go first, it's hard to see such a good show." After speaking, he walked out of the sect's residence and went straight to the martial arts arena on Penglai Island.

He has been listening carefully to Professor Chen Ruitang's Dan Dao for nearly half of the year, and Luo Yin has already felt a little tired, and now that he has encountered such a fun thing, he naturally can't let it go, and he wants to join in the fun and watch the good show.

The participants of the Penglai Festival come from all over the world, from all the large and small sects in the world, and many of them have grudges against each other, so Penglai Pavilion has set up a martial arts arena in a valley in the east of Xiandao for those monks who have grudges to compete and settle grievances.

At this time, outside the martial arts arena, a large number of monks had gathered, most of them came here to watch the excitement, and a few were ready to go on the field to teach the person who spat out wild words a lesson.

Luo Yin was about to squeeze in from the crowd to see who was making such an arrogant move, when an arrogant voice came into his ears.

"Hahahaha, something that is vulnerable, and dares to challenge this son, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

Hearing this voice, the corners of Luo Yin's mouth twitched, because this voice was so familiar, so familiar that he couldn't forget it if he wanted to.

Luo Yin hurriedly squeezed in from the crowd, and then saw a white-clothed young man pinching the neck of a blue-clothed monk in the martial arts arena in front of him, lifting him into the air, sneering with disdain on his face.

Xiao Ling, sure enough, it's Xiao Ling!

He was so bold this time, he actually dared to challenge the world's Divine Soul Cultivators.

"Xiao Ling, let go of my senior brother, you have already won, why do you want to humiliate him so much!" Around the martial arts arena, several monks in blue robes were shouting with anxious faces. These people must be the fellow monks who were pinched by the neck on the stage.

Next to them, a middle-aged man looked at Xiao Ling with murderous intent, and said coldly: "Xiao Ling, the competition is over, if you don't let go of the disciples in this seat, this seat will make you unable to eat and walk around!"

Xiao Ling sneered, and threw the monk in his hand directly with a flick of his hand. Then, at the moment of throwing, he slapped his hand heavily on the monk's chest, sending it flying towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed his disciple, then checked his injuries, and saw the disciple's chest

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The mouth was sunken, as if he had been hammered, and the whole person was in a state of near death.

He hurriedly checked his disciple's injuries with his true qi, and found that his chest ribs were broken, his internal organs were almost completely shattered, and life and death were only a matter of time.

He immediately protected his disciple's heart with his true qi, temporarily stabilized his injuries from dying in an instant, and then looked at Xiao Ling in the martial arts arena with an angry face.

"Xiao Ling, my disciple has already lost, why do you still want to do this?!"

Xiao Ling spread his hands and said with an innocent face: "What did you say seniors, juniors really don't know." Oh, this Taoist friend is in a very bad condition now, could it be that the old disease has recurred? If the old disease recurs, then you have to go to the doctor quickly, lest you die and blame this son, it will not be good. ”

The middle-aged man in blue sneered: "Okay, well, this seat disciple's old disease has relapsed, then this seat will let you also taste the taste of the recurrence of the old disease." ”

After speaking, the man raised his hand and slapped his palm towards Xiao Ling, and an incomparably powerful coercion shrouded Xiao Ling, this force was so powerful, so powerful that it made people tremble.

"Yuanying master!" Xiao Ling felt a chill in his heart, he never thought that this person's aura was vague, and he would be a Yuanying master.

Today's Xiao Ling is just in the Divine Soul Period, and compared with the Yuanying master, he doesn't even have the slightest chance to resist.

Under this force, Xiao Ling can only wait for death, and even escaping is an extravagant hope!

At this moment, a sword aura slashed, instantly dispersing the man's killing blow.

"Who?!" the man said angrily. Someone stopped him and saved Xiao Ling, and this sword aura was so terrifying, it was much stronger than himself.

"Gu Mingchi Daoyou, the apprentice is a little ignorant, and he injured the noble apprentice, and I hope that the Taoist friend will forgive me. An old man stood on a viewing platform outside the martial arts arena and said slowly.

This middle-aged man named Gu Mingchi didn't discover the existence of the old man until this time, and at first glance, he secretly complained in his heart, he couldn't imagine that Xiao Ling turned out to be this person's disciple, and he was afraid that his disciple's revenge would not be avenged.

"Seven Xuan Dao people!" Gu Mingchi stared at the old man tightly, word by word, and gritted his teeth and said, "Your disciple deliberately seriously injured the opponent, how to deal with it?"

That old man is naturally Xiao Ling's master, a member of the Seven Xuan Dao of Tianque City, and a master ranked twenty-four in the Heavenly Ranking.

Seven Xuan Dao people smiled bitterly in their hearts, this disciple of his own was really uneasy, and he deliberately seriously injured the personal disciple of Gu Mingchi, the sect leader of the Seven Star Sect, I am afraid that he will not be able to be good now. glanced at the disciple who was causing trouble, and found that Xiao Ling was looking at him with a smile at this time, not worried about causing trouble at all.

Looking at his beloved disciple, the popularity of the Seven Xuan Dao suddenly disappeared. Since he is his master, no matter how much trouble he causes, he has to bear all of it for him.

"The apprentice and the apprentice competed in the martial arts field, and both sides relied on their own abilities, and it was inevitable that they would not be able to control their hands and accidentally injure the apprentice under the full effort. Why should Taoist friends bully the small with the big and damage the face of the Yuanying master. The Seven Xuan Dao people said slowly.

"Accidental injury? Is this a false injury?!Are you blind from the Seven Xuan Dao or are you blind from this seat?" Gu Mingchi's eyes were like knives, and he looked at the Seven Xuan Dao people and said coldly.

Before the Seven Xuan Dao people could speak, Xiao Ling sneered directly: "Naturally, it was a mistake, this son said that it was a mistake, but it was a mistake, isn't it, do you have an opinion?!"