The one who was kicked away by Situ Ruoling turned out to be Fatty Huang. The fat man quickly crawled out and wiped the corner of his mouth. Lin Tian noticed that it was blood. Situ Ruoling took action with anger, which was not ordinary.

"Benefactor..." Fatty Huang also discovered Lin Tian, ​​and was immediately surprised, and immediately forgot the humiliation of the foot.

Situ Ruoling glanced at Lin Tian, ​​snorted heavily, held her head and chest up, and walked to the Situ family's location.

"I'm so arrogant. I really don't repent. I'll teach her a lesson!" Ling Shuiyao couldn't help it first, rolled up her sleeves and was about to stage a fight in advance.

Fatty Huang quickly stopped him and shook his head suddenly: "Girl, I'm fine, don't stand up for me, so as not to implicate you, girl."

Ling Shuiyao glared at her eyes and said angrily: "Who is standing up for you? I just can't stand her. I want to teach her a lesson."

"That girl shouldn't have taken action. Situ Ruoling relies on the Situ family, like a leech, to catch anyone who is caught. If she is bitten, she will not be able to shake it without sucking half of the blood." Fatty Huang hurriedly persuaded.

This fat man was kicked and insulted, and he still had such an insignificant temper. Lin Tian was a little surprised.

"Fatty Huang, your metaphor is quite good, but you really don't know who this girl is?" Lin Tian pointed to Ling Shuiyao and smiled.

Fatty Huang shook his head honestly and said he didn't know: "I'm the first time I've been in the world, and many people don't know me."

Lin Tian smiled and introduced: "This is the little princess of the Ling family, Ling Shuiyao, she is not afraid of Situ Ruoling."

"Ah? The girl is Ling Shuiyao? She doesn't look as rude as they say." Fatty Huang's face had a capital exclamation mark, and his words were extremely straightforward. He didn't notice at all that Xiao Lajiao's face was already covered with thunder and was about to explode.

Lin Tian, ​​Xiao Manxuan and others held back their laughter. Sure enough, Ling Shuiyao was very angry: "Who dares to say that this girl is rude? Fatty, who said that!"

With a murderous aura, Xiao Chiliu's eyebrows stood up, which scared Fatty Huang's neck to shrink and whispered: "Okay... it seems that the disciples of the Situ family said."

"It's them again, they dare to ruin the image of this girl. They are tired of living..." Ling Shuiyao clenched her delicate fist and was about to rush over again to have a big fight with the people of the Situ family.

This time, the eldest lady stopped him and persuaded helplessly: "Shui Yao, if you go to make trouble at this time, maybe they will be beaten up by them, saying that you are slandering and messing with the venue, and taking the opportunity to remove your qualifications to participate in the ancient martial arts competition. At that time, you can only watch the Situ family advance all the way. Are you willing?"

"My sister is right. If you want to take revenge, just beat them up on the court, or just be beaten openly." Xiao Manxuan also gave her advice.

Ling Shuiyao's eyes lit up, and the sky suddenly turned clear on her face, and she smiled: "This idea is good, very good, but if I didn't meet it, Sister Manxue will also help me beat it."

"Of course." The eldest lady said lightly.

"I will tell my elder brother later that he should not hold back when he meets people from the Situ family." Yun Xiaotian also said.

Several female heroes were discussing how to beat people. Lin Tian and Fatty Huang looked at each other, all of whom were all looking at each other, thinking that they should never mess with women, especially beautiful women.

"The time is here..." A shout suddenly exploded, interrupting all the discussion.

An old man walked out. The old man was wearing a plain clothes and had only a pattern embroidered on the collar, which was the symbol of the Ling family.

Although the old man was old, the shout just now was extremely loud, like a bronze bell ringing, shaking his eardrums and buzzing. Especially for people with ordinary skills, they had to cover their ears.

"What a profound skill." Lin Tian couldn't help but exclaim.

"Of course, Elder Ninth is a congenital master, and his practice of roaring heaven is even more perfect. When an ancient warrior takes his tiger roar, he will be bleeding from the seven orifices and suffers internal injuries." Ling Shuiyao raised his chin and said proudly.

"Xiaotian Gong? Such a great name, who is better than Lion Roar Gong?" Lin Tian was half curious and half joking.

"Liu Roaring Master? I haven't heard of it." Ling Shuiyao blinked and shook her head.

"Next, please invite Lord Ling to speak." The old man said a call, please invite Ling Zishan.

The Ling family is the host, so they are naturally in the main position of the square, and the Ling Pavilion Master is the main position of the main position as the Langya Pavilion Master.

Ling Zishan did not stand up, but said calmly: "I only remind all the contestants that this competition is of great importance. Everyone must show their true strength, otherwise you will regret it."

"Okay, let's not say much nonsense, please give it a group list." Ling Zishan's words were very concise and not loud, but they could fall into everyone's ears, which was extremely wonderful.

The old man waved his hand, and two disciples of Langya Pavilion carried a notice board to enter the venue, which was placed in the most conspicuous place where every contestant could see it.

On the notice board, there was a large piece of white paper, and many names were written on the white paper. The calligraphy of these brushes was very neat and ancient martial artists could see clearly at a glance.

All the ancient martial artists were immediately attracted to their attention, and each contestant was looking for his own name and group.

The scene that had just calmed down became commotion again. Those who were assigned to good groups were naturally happy, while those who were assigned to bad groups were extremely frustrated.

It’s not that they are not determined, but that the unlucky group really has no hope. For example, if you are assigned to Ji Zimo, you will definitely lose.

Ji Zimo, the youngest person in the ancient martial arts world and a congenital master, practiced the Emperor's Heart Art. Ordinary ancient martial artists may not even have the courage to fight. It's not that they are afraid of death or loss, but that they are very clear about the gap between the two sides.

"It's over, it's over, I'm actually in the same group as Xiao Manxue. She has the Shadow Sword and is in the Great Perfection of Acquired Heaven. Her strength is second only to Ji Zimo." A male ancient warrior looked complicated and was in the same group as a beauty. He should have been happy, but he couldn't be happy.

"Just be content. At least your opponent is still a beautiful woman. I can still give up on the loss and leave a good impression. I will be assigned to Ji Zimo, who can be worse than me."

"You are not as bad as me. I'm assigned to the same group as Situ Ruoling. If you don't fight, you're unwilling to fight. If you fight, you won or lose, you will definitely be beaten up by her if you lose. You have such a bad personality. If you win, you may be retaliated by her afterwards."

"Hmph, just your mentality, are you embarrassed to participate in the competition? I'll see if I go back and hide." Some people also can't stand their self-pity.

"That is, a martial artist should move forward bravely and lose if he loses. There is nothing that cannot be afforded. What is important is what we learn from it."

Some are depressed, some are happy, some are glad, some are grateful, some are thinking that they are good at strength, have the power to fight, and have firm willpower, fearless, and are not afraid of winning or losing.

Lin Tian glanced at the group list, and all the contestants were divided into many groups such as A, B, C, D...
Chapter completed!