"Luo Shan'er, you are so despicable, you...you, you still came out of Qingfeng Country with Kobayashi. Don't you know how important this competition is to Kobayashi!" The words of the stout young man were filled with anger.

If the eyes could kill people at this time, the stout young man's angry eyes at this moment would be enough to wipe out this woman named Luo Shaner thousands of times.

The smile on Luo Shan'er's face was still extremely bright, but the eyes she looked at Xu Lin were full of strangeness.

This is a crazy strangeness, this is a crazy thing that I can't get and would rather destroy him, this is a crazy thing of jealousy and twisted!

"Zhen Zimu, take away your stinky hands, otherwise I don't care to chop off your stinky hands." The young man in gorgeous clothes who blocked the beautiful woman said with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

The stout young man's eyes were a little red at this time. He was about to fight this man in a gorgeous costume at all costs, and he felt Xu Lin's palm slap his shoulder.

"Brother Zhen should not be as knowledgeable as them. They are deliberately angering you." A cold voice gently entered Zhen Zimu's ears.

It was Xu Lin who was talking. Looking at the calm Xu Lin, Zhen Zimu sighed.

The young man in China is the best among the 100,000 yuan infant disciples in Chengtian Dao. Although he ranks low among the core disciples, he is definitely not something that Zhen Zimu can handle.

If there is a conflict, he must be Zhen Zimu who suffers a loss.

But now he would rather fight with a man in Chinese than his brother's wishes, and he was despicable to be strangled.

Generally, according to the opportunity of the sect competition, disciples like Xu Lin who have good cultivation and good talent will not be arranged with the top disciples of the sect.

Because the top disciples of the sect don’t have to participate in the initial examination at all. They just need to wait until the ordinary disciples decide the top 200, and then join the competition to rank the top 300 in the sect.

The top 100 are core disciples. Although the two hundred behind are difficult to become core disciples, they will also receive generous rewards.

For example, the Heaven and Earth Creation Pill is one of the top 300 rewards.

The duel between ordinary disciples is to adopt the wheel technique, with one thousand rings, and one thousand people in each ring. In the end, only one person can advance to this ring.

Even the advanced one has to go through more than five rounds of decisive battles before it can advance to the last two hundred people.

If Xu Lin's opponent in the first game was Yang Yunxiong, it basically means that he has no hope of entering the top 200.

It can even be said that his competition ranking can only reach this position.

This is why Zhen Zimu is so angry, because Yang Yunxiong's approach is simply to cut off Xu Lin's way forward.

After all, Yang Yunxiong ranked among those 100 top disciples, and with his top magic weapon, Xu Lin had no chance of winning at all.

"You guys think you know each other, otherwise your hand would have been gone long ago!" Yang Yunxiong said this, and his provocative gaze fell on Xu Lin again.

"My surname is Xu, I heard that this competition is very important to you. Haha, I'm sorry. I'll kill you in three moves later."

"All your thoughts can only be thoughts!"

Xu Lin looked at Yang Yunxiong coldly without speaking. But Luo Shan'er, who was familiar with him, knew that he was extremely angry.

Besides anger, his eyes generally express a kind of determination and a kind of unswerving determination. Seeing the firmness that made him admired back then, Luo Shan'er's heart couldn't help but move.

Over the years, the reason why I can't forget this person is because of this determination? But what's the use of his determination? In the way of inheriting the heaven, everything depends on strength. If you don't have strength, what's the bullshit!

Although Xu Lin is very outstanding among the outer disciples, Yang Yunxiong's father is the head of the outer disciple and a dignified Taoist.

Although the Yang family is not the top sect in Chengtian Dao, the ancestor of the Yang family is also a Taoist lord.

Xu Lin, who had only one mother who was seriously injured, had to compare with Yang Yunxiong. He was a little disdainful of himself.

Humph, my aunt fell in love with him because she was blind. Don’t say that he was lukewarm to himself, even if he was enthusiastic about him, he should have looked for Brother Xiong.

"Brother Xiong has always been compassionate. If you can't stand being beaten on the stage, you kneel down and kowtow three times to Brother Xiong, maybe Brother Xiong will spare you." As Luo Shan'er spoke, he rubbed Yang Yunxiong's thick arm with his body and said, "Brother Xiong, is this right?"

Yang Yunxiong was very satisfied with this kind of service. He hugged the woman's delicate body hard and said, "You said it is right, that's right."

Xu Lin snorted, and just as he was about to speak, he heard someone in the void say: "Yang Yunxiong, Xu Lin, Station No. 108."

This sentence implies a kind of majesty that only Taoists have.

Yang Yunxiong laughed, opened his big mouth and kissed Luo Shan'er's cheek with a bold mouth, and said proudly: "Let's wait for a while, and let's talk later when I get rid of this kid."

As he spoke, his sleeves waved, and a five-color auspicious cloud suddenly rose from his feet. Yang Yunxiong above the colorful clouds was like a god, majestic.

Luo Shan'er looked at Yang Yunxiong who was rising into the air, and a trace of intoxication rose in her eyes. Although she still couldn't forget the figure in front of her, Yang Yunxiong was really important to her.

After all, Yang Yunxiong determines her future destiny.

Xu Lin smiled at Zhen Zimu, and also soared into the air and flew towards the ring. Zhen Zimu looked at Xu Lin who was soaring into the air and said loudly: "Xiaolin, don't be too forced to do things. I think aunt hopes you are safer."

Xu Lin didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of determination.

Although Yang Yunxiong’s colorful auspicious clouds are very dazzling, in this thousand competition, there is a small wave in the sea. Not to mention the few Taoist priests who are tall, even ordinary Taoists don’t care.

What they care about are several Taoists responsible for monitoring this event, one of them said: "Shouldn't Yang Yunxiong participate in the competition here?"

"If someone is willing to participate, let him participate. The son of Lord Yang likes to make trouble." Another Taoist said with deep meaning in his words.

As he said this, the others immediately knew it. They had encountered such things many times during their cultivation journey, so they turned a blind eye to such things.

You have no power. Who will stand up for you?

Yang Yunxiong looked at the boy standing opposite him, as if a cat was looking at a mouse and said, "Boy, I have been disliked by you for a long time. This time, if I don't beat you within three moves, I will call you my father and mother, and I will follow your surname!"

While speaking, he slapped his little Qiankun bag, a green light, implicitly sharp Taoist patterns, and slashed towards Xu Lin.

Although Yang Yunxiong gives people a feeling of disgust, his magic power is definitely no less than that of powerful people such as Tiandu Emperor in the Zhou Dynasty.

It can even be said that his understanding of Taoist patterns is still above the Tiantu Emperor and the others, but what he has few is the demeanor of Tiantu Emperor and others.

Grandmaster style!

The master's style cannot be cultivated with enough cultivation. It takes years of experience, countless battles, and...

However, if Yang Yunxiong, Tiantu Emperor, and even Mr. Zhiyi and others fight together, Tiantu Emperor and others will definitely not be able to take advantage of it.

The green light turned into a giant axe in the void, instantly blocking all the space around. This kind of power gave people a feeling of being unable to hide.

"Qingyang Axe. I didn't expect that Senior Brother Yang would take action in the first game. That kid was going to be in trouble. It would be better if he offended anyone, he would dare to offend Senior Brother Yang." A middle-aged Yuanying monk looked at the Hengtian giant axe and said with emotion.

His companion around him also nodded and said, "Sometimes ago, I saw Senior Brother Yang fighting with someone. He was a late-stage cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage and was defeated by Senior Brother Yang with an axe."

"This Qingyang Axe seems to be a Taoist treasure, right?"

"Although it is only a half-step Taoist treasure, it is no worse than Taoist treasure in the hands of Senior Brother Yang. This is the strength of our top disciples in the inner sect."

Xu Lin didn't care about the comments outside at all. At this time, he felt that his body was unable to move.

After all, his cultivation level is quite different from that of Yang Yunxiong, and his understanding of Taoist patterns is even worse than that of Yang Yunxiong.

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly slapped his little Qiankun bag, and a black flying sword flew out of his little Qiankun bag.

Compared with Yang Yunxiong's green Qingyang axe, the black flying sword is not inferior to Yang Yunxiong's blue green axe, and there is no situation where Yang Yunxiong's axe appeared and the heaven and earth trembled.

"Just with this Momu sword equipped by the Nascent Soul cultivator, I guess that kid can't take the axe from Senior Brother Yang Yunxiong."

As soon as this conclusion came out, it immediately received the approval of many monks, and Luo Shan'er had already started shouting: "Come on, Brother Yang!"

But at this moment, Xu Lin hit the top of his head with a fierce blow, and a cold light instantly flew out of his head and penetrated into the Momu sword above his head.

The Momu Sword, whose momentum was suppressed, was even more radiant than Yang Yunxiong's Qingyang Axe at this moment.

The rolling sword light broke through the package of the Qingyang Axe light and shone brightly in an instant.

In an instant, the sword light of the Mo Mu Sword and the axe of the Qingyang Axe collided heavily in the void.

At the moment of collision, the Qingyang Axe was about to burst out with golden flames when it was surrounded by a layer of black ice.

The Qingyang Axe fell directly to the ground surrounded by ice.

It was like a piece of scrap iron fell to the ground.

No one expected such an unexpected ending, and the Mo Mu Sword did not stop at this moment, and still slashed towards Yang Yunxiong.

The sudden change not only shocked the people watching the fun below, but also Yang Yunxiong was shocked there.

Yang Yunxiong didn't expect that he would lose!

Defeated in the hands of a garbage that he has never liked, and defeated in the hands of an unknown man!

How is this possible? How could my Qingyang Axe fall so easily! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!