Qilinzi wrapped his hands around his chest and glanced at Liu Cheng: "Did Taotao admit it?"

Liu Cheng paused and smiled slightly, "At least, better than you, the old bastard who has disappeared for more than ten years."

Qilinzi kept her gentle smile: "Younger than you, don't be jealous of me."

Liu Cheng…!!

Face-faced!

When Xiangyumen heard the laughter of people around him, his slightly gloomy face showed a smile, with resentment and murderous intent, "The corpse driving lineage, Xiangyumen! According to the rules of the world, I can challenge Xuanmen, regardless of life or death. If I win, your seat in the Metaphysical Association will belong to my corpse driving lineage!"

Fighting life and death!

When colleagues in the metaphysics heard this, they couldn't help but frown.

Few people propose life-and-death struggles, and once they propose, they must fight for their lives.

Unless one party dies, it will never stop.

The onlookers continued to watch the show with great interest.

Qi Zhi leaned slightly to Yan Tao's ear and lowered his voice and said, "Sect Master, the magic weapon used for driving corpses is a soul bell. It turns out that it is used to drive corpses and can attack human brains to create hallucinations. They can also drive corpses, and their methods are considered to be more mysterious in the metaphysical sect. Our Xuanmen rarely deals with him, but they are afraid that they will suffer losses if they are together."

Young Master Yan narrowed his eyes, suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes raised.

The Xiangyumen opposite made a secret laugh. He was hiding all day long and came out at night. His skin was pale and thin enough to protrude his cheekbones. He looked very scary.

"The yellow-haired boy, if you don't have the courage to die, you kowtow and kneel down to me. Maybe I will force you to let you go!"

Xiangyumen spoke arrogantly, and the disciples of Xuanmen couldn't help but clenched their fists and couldn't help but glar at him.

"Young Master——"

Young Master Yan raised his hand, and his handsome face was cold in the sunlight. She smiled slightly, her posture was flamboyant and unrestrained, "You are not qualified to die at the hands of this young master."

The young man stood tall and stood tall, and when he said this, his whole body was full of arrogance.

Everyone looked at Xiangyumen and then looked at the boy: Well, it was still more beautiful.

"Then come!"

Xiangyumen snorted coldly and strode to the platform.

The area on the high platform is very large, similar to the fighting platform.

In fact, when building the platform, we considered the matter of competition.

Xiangyumen took off a string of black wind chimes from his waist.

The wind chimes are strung with red ropes, and three small ancient bells are hung above, and the bells are full of words.

"Let's start!"

Xiangyumen showed a sinister and cold look.

If he could step on the position of the Xuanmen Sect Master, his reputation as the corpse-driven lineage would definitely be higher!

Thinking of this, the hot blood in Xiangyumen seemed to boil, and the fighting spirit gradually surged up. The boy on the opposite side took long legs and walked down the platform directly.

"Who said I want to fight you?"

The boy turned his eyes and looked at Xiangyumen, signaling Qi Zhi to come down together.

Everyone was confused. What did Yan Tao want to do?

Did she want the disciples below to fight with Xiangyu Sect?

When such thoughts arose, people from various metaphysical sects couldn't help but look contemptuous in their eyes: Do you want the disciples to be cannon fodder?

The same is true for Xiangyumen’s idea. His target today is Yan Tao!

He couldn't let him escape. Just as he was about to provoke, the young man in the audience suddenly curled his lips, stretched out his slender fingers, and snapped his fingers, "Irus, come on!"
Chapter completed!