Ji Jianwen proudly took out a purple bamboo piece about two fingers wide and half a palm long from his arms, and said, "See, this is my qualification certificate, master, with this thing, I am eligible to participate in the Shaoyan Saint Martial Arts Competition." You guys, stay out and cool off!"

Participation in the Shaoyan Shengwu Ring Tournament also requires a qualification certificate, doesn't it mean that you can participate in it if you are not more than 20 years old? It seems that the Shaoyan Shengwu Ring Tournament initiated by Emperor Li Xiong has deteriorated and has become a means for some people to collect money or give favors.

Come to think of it, participating in the Shaoyan Shengwu Ring Competition, not only can you quickly become famous, but the first place in the finals can also get a three-grade spiritual weapon and a myelin-washing pill, think about how many people are excited? With such a big benefit, it would be strange if no one thought of the operable business opportunities!

Zhao Qinglong and Zhao Xinxin, the two siblings, were the first to think of this, and they were all so angry that their faces turned blue.

Especially Zhao Qinglong, looking at Ji Jianwen's eyes uncontrollably revealing murderous intent.

Lin Shengsheng was still smiling, as if he was chatting with a friend, and said to Ji Jianwen: "Brother slut, let's discuss and give me your qualification certificate!"

"What, let it be given to you, who are you, why should I give it to you?" Ji Jianwen's tone was full of contempt.

"I'm for your good, with your body, if you go to the ring, you will be beaten 100% of the time. If you're not careful, you'll end up disabled, so why bother?" Lin Shengsheng said very "kindly".

"Being beaten, who dares to beat the master? The master's father is the ...... of the city"

Before Ji Jianwen's words were finished, the impatient Lin Shengsheng stretched out his left hand, grabbed his neck, and cut off his following words.

The left hand gently pinched Ji Jianwen's neck, and the right hand gently "snatched" the purple bamboo piece in Ji Jianwen's hand.

sighed in his mouth: "It's a ring competition, not a stage for fighting fathers." Do you think that if you go to the ring, people will just be beaten and not fight back because you are your father and the lord of the city, so that you can easily win the first place?"

Lin Shengsheng looked useless at all, but Ji Jianwen struggled desperately, and he couldn't break free from Lin Shengsheng's left hand on his neck, but he was pinched to the point that he was about to suffocate.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

"Bold, do you know who he is? He is Ji Shao......"

"Ji Shao, Ji Shao, you don't have anything to do, do you? let go, let go!"

"Oh, damn it!"

The other three gentlemen at the same table with Ji Jianwen originally watched the show with a lively attitude, but they didn't expect that Lin Shengsheng, a "dirt bun", would be so bold, not to mention "grabbing" Ji Jianwen's qualification certificate, but also pinching Ji Jianwen's neck and not letting go, pinching Ji Jianwen's face so blue that his face turned blue.

The three gentlemen who noticed that something was wrong immediately rushed over, and attacked Lin Shengsheng while scolding, wanting to save Ji Jianwen.

The strength of these three gentlemen is good, the weakest one has a five-fold cultivation of quenching the body, and the highest one is already an eight-fold quenching body, which is much stronger than Ji Jianwen's embroidered pillow whose strength is only a four-fold quenching body.

However, how does the eighteen layers of the quenching body compare with Lin Shengsheng's unprecedented eighteen layers of quenching bodies.

As soon as the three gentlemen made a move, their faces changed.

Lin Shengsheng did not fight back, and still maintained the action of pinching Ji Jianwen's neck. Attack the four squirts without dodging or blocking.

With a "bang", the first one to shoot punched Lin Shengsheng in the chest.

As if it had been hit on the hardest and finest piece of adamantite armor, he felt his fist ache incomparably, and the tremendous force of the shock nearly broke his wrist.

The second leg was a leg, and a heavy leg swept towards Lin Shengsheng's waist, ruthless and spicy.

Then, his leg broke!

The last one is the one who has cultivated to reach the eightfold level of quenching the body, and the one with the strongest strength. He was obviously much smarter than his companions. did not recklessly step forward to attack, but went to pull Lin Shengsheng's left hand, wanting to rescue Ji Jianwen from Lin Shengsheng's left hand.

However, after trying his best for a long time, the gentleman was shocked to find that he seemed to be competing with a dragon. No matter how much strength and method he used, he couldn't make Lin Shengsheng's left hand move.

"You... Who are you? Do you want to declare war on the lord of Wanghai City?"

Realizing that he had kicked an iron plate, and it was not an ordinary iron plate, this clever gentleman immediately gave up the confrontation and threatened it.

Lin Shengsheng smiled slightly, let go of his left hand, ignored Ji Jianwen, who was sitting on the ground, covering his neck and panting, and asked smartly, "Who are you?"

"Zhang Yaoyang, Zhang Ruoxiong, the guard of Wanghai City, is my father!" replied wisely and prudently.

"Fight dad again?" Lin Shengsheng asked helplessly: "Brother Yaoyang, do you also have the qualification to participate in the Shaoyan Ring Competition?"

"Yes!"

"Very good, we don't want to cause any trouble, we just want to participate in this Shaoyan Saint Martial Arts Tournament. Brother Yaoyang, you see, the four of you are not my opponents combined, and participating in this ring match is not just self-inflicted humiliation. And we need two qualifications, I have one, and I need one, why don't you give us your qualifications?"

Lin Shengsheng was very "kind" to discuss with Zhang Yaoyang.

The corners of Zhang Yaoyang's eyes twitched, and then he gritted his teeth and took out the identical purple bamboo pieces from his body and threw them to Lin Shengsheng, saying, "Good luck and farewell!"

After that, he helped Ji Jianwen up, and glanced at the other man who was still standing, and motioned for him to pick up the man with a broken leg and leave immediately.

Ji Jianwen jumped up again at this time: "Bastard, you dare to hurt the master, and rob us of our qualification certificate, believe it or not, as soon as the master gives an order, he will ......"

The voice stopped abruptly, but it was Zhao Qinglong who glared at him with a look.

Extremely sharp and murderous, his eyes pierced Ji Jianwen's heart like a sharp knife, Ji Jianwen felt as if his body was really pierced by a sharp blade, and he was scared at the moment if he was ruthless.

Zhang Yaoyang was also taken aback by Zhao Qinglong's sharp eyes, afraid that Ji Jianwen would anger these people by saying cruel words again, so he hurriedly dragged Ji Jianwen out.

After the four gentlemen helped each other out of the restaurant, Meng Ben couldn't help but ask: "Second brother, starling brother, one of them is the son of the city lord and the other is the son of the guard, can we still participate in the ring if we offend him so much?"

Zhao Qinglong said indifferently: "Don't worry, the Shaoyan Shengwu Ring Tournament was created by Emperor Chen Xiong, the founding emperor of the Great Yan Empire, and it has been held for twenty-seven sessions now, plus this year is the centenary of the founding of the Great Yan Empire, and the people of the whole country, including His Majesty the Flame Emperor today, are paying attention to this ring match." Ji Yuanhai only dared to do it quietly offstage, and he didn't dare to say it on the table, unless he was not afraid of His Majesty the Flame Emperor. Eighth brother, tenth brother, you just need to rest assured to participate in the Shaoyan Saint Martial Arts Ring Competition, although the ring match in Wanghai City is presided over by Ji Yuanhai, the city lord, but the real referee is someone from the Imperial Capital Holy Martial Academy, as long as you are in the ring, Ji Yuanhai will not dare to make a ghost!"

"I understand!" Lin Shengsheng nodded, handed over the qualification certificate he "snatched" from Zhang Yaoyang to Meng Ben, and said: "But in order to avoid trouble, I think we should go and sign up for the competition immediately!