The ancestral sword monument is a small society.

There is no right or wrong, only strength and weakness.

Those who take action shamelessly can be labeled first as long as they have the strength.

Lin Xiaogui, who was familiar with Lin Jianjia, had long expected all this.

Even on the third day, she knew this scene would happen.

"Hey, you can't afford to play anymore so soon?"

Li Tianming couldn't help but laugh when he saw a group of people over there coming to kill him.

"Do you still have the heart to laugh?"

Lin Xiaogui said speechlessly.

"It's just a bunch of little guys. There's no need for me to take action. I'll leave it to you, little brother." Li Tianming said.

Lin Xiaogui would have kept her promise to protect him, but seeing how careless he was, she really wanted to beat him up.

"Forget it, I lost in the arm wrestling, but you still let me enjoy the Tianyuan of the universe, so I owe you."

She gritted her teeth and when she turned back, the five opponents were already in front of her.

"Ghosts, gods, bitches, get out of the way."

A female disciple from the Discipline Hall said.

"I don't want to cut you, your blood will stain my sword." Another said.

"oh."

This is the scene again.

Their discrimination and humiliation towards her have never changed.

No matter how hard she tries, her bloodline will never change in her lifetime.

Therefore, Lin Xiaogui never argued for himself.

She just wanted to use the sword in her hand to resist.

It doesn't matter if you lose.

Repeated defeats and battles!
Chapter completed!