Hades is a girl

Chapter 183 Eighth Seat of the Ten Saints: Ling Ye
Ling Ye's face became even paler, because the magic power was consumed too much, and his hands were trembling.

The thunder dissipated, but there were still traces of thunder pythons dancing wildly on the ground, which looked extraordinarily shocking, and Pan Hailong's figure reappeared in front of everyone's eyes at this moment.

The golden light on Pan Hailong's body surface has been completely dimmed, revealing the original skin, but Pan Hailong's skin is scorched black, and it looks half-ripe.

This made Ling Ye have to admire King Kong's supernatural power of thick blood. He survived such an attack head-on, but Mo Lao didn't make a move, obviously knowing that Pan Hailong could withstand this move.

"I... I didn't lose!" Pan Hailong stared at Ling Ye resentfully, but just raised his head slightly, pulled the wound on his body, and couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioning in pain.

"Do you need me to cool you down?" Ling Ye put the cold knife on his shoulder, and his face showed the pleasure of revenge.

Good guy, do you know how I felt when you beat me up last time?
"The winner is Ling Ye. From today, Pan Hailong will retire from the eighth seat of the Ten Saints to the ninth seat. The original ninth seat, Deep Blue Feather, will drop to the tenth seat. The original tenth seat, Zhang Hangtong, will be kicked out of the Ten Saints." Row!" Mo Lao announced the result of this time.

At the same time, Mr. Mo stared at Ling Ye appreciatively, this is really a piece of jade in the rough!

"No...no, I didn't lose, I didn't lose!" Pan Hailong roared unwillingly.

Mo Lao glanced at Pan Hailong ruthlessly, "You lose your temper when you are inferior to others? The magic power in your body is no longer enough for you to continue to use your abilities, and Ling Ye still has armor and Tang Dao. What can you do with it?" People are fighting, if I were Ling Ye just now, I would have killed him long ago, and then you can still shout here unwillingly?!!!"

Being reprimanded by Mr. Mo, Pan Hailong gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and finally walked down the twelve-pillar battlefield in a decadent and difficult manner. Everyone looked at the background of Pan Hailong's decline, which made people feel like a hero. Some gloated, some lamented, and some contemptuously.

Ling Ye looked at Pan Hailong's leaving back, and felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing this, Mo Lao patted Ling Ye's shoulder and comforted him, "This is the world of our gods. Although it is cruel, it is very straightforward. If you want to become a generation of strong men, then this scene will not be the last time in your life!"

"But..." Ling Ye hesitated to speak, after all, it was too cruel for others.

"To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself. Although you are the eighth seat now, you may not be the next Pan Hailong. By then, if you are defeated, your enemy will not pity you. So in order not to get hurt, You can only make yourself stronger, so that the right to choose is always in your own hands." Mo Laoyu said earnestly, looking at Ling Ye more softly.

Ling Ye was silent for a while, and finally seemed to have figured out something, and bowed deeply to Mo Lao, "Thank you Mo Lao for your guidance, I understand!"

Mo Lao looked at Ling Ye with a smile. Although there was no change on the surface, he could tell that Ling Ye's spirit was undergoing transformation, which was a big step in growth.

"Three days later, there will be a meeting of the Ten Saints in the evening to celebrate your election. At that time, as long as the members of the Ten Saints can come back, they will come. At that time, they will talk to you about the responsibilities and specific conditions of the Ten Saints. "Mo Lao explained.

"Okay!" After Ling Ye finished speaking, he squeezed away the noisy crowd with Mo Dehale, got into the car and drove away together, leaving only the people who were staring dryly at the rear of the car.

Mo Xinwen and the others in the crowd looked at Ling Ye's car and felt that the distance between them and Ling Ye was getting farther and farther. They almost looked up to the ten saints, but Ling Ye kicked them down directly. instead.

"Ling Ye...this..." Mo Xinwen sighed deeply, opened his mouth to speak but stopped.

"Let's go and have a drink. We have to reflect on ourselves. Why is there such a big gap between the same freshmen?" Shao Yinan nodded. With his optimistic personality, his face was full of decadence.

Shao Yinan pulled He Jiajia away, completely ignoring the crowd's intense discussions about Ling Ye. They knew that from this moment on, Ling Ye's reputation would not only spread in Huaxuan College, but would spread throughout Tianya City, the school, becoming a peerless Most students look up to the eighth seat of the Ten Holy.

Mordhaler, who was driving the car at the moment, obviously didn't expect that Ling Ye could really succeed, his mind was like a mess, he couldn't believe it.

"Ling Ye, when did you learn that sword technique?" Mordhaler asked. After all, in the battle just now, Lingyan Sanluo was the biggest highlight, and it also laid the foundation for Ling Ye's victory.

"I learned it in a cave in the great ruins of nothingness. Although it was just a mural, I only took a few glances, and a book of sword techniques appeared in my mind!" Ling Ye said.

After hearing this, Mo Dehale said on his forehead, "By the way, I did hear that a strong man appeared in the great ruins of nothingness, and your saber technique may be left by him. If someone buys this martial skill from you in the future, you Don't sell it, because your current position is not stable, and if it is spread and challengers find out, your current position will be very dangerous."

Ling Ye smiled slightly at Mudhaler's concern, "That's natural, but your apprentice, I became the Ten Saints today, if you want to treat me to dinner, I'm starving to death!"

Modhale laughed happily and said, "It's natural, this must be a treat, so I won't invite other people, just us master and apprentice have a good meal, and we won't go home if we don't get drunk!"

Halfway through the car, Mordhaler suddenly said, "Looking at your posture with a long spear, you should have a talent for marksmanship. You can use the privilege of the eighth seat of the ten saints to go to the library of the school to find a relatively good second-order book. Even level three marksmanship."

Ling Ye rubbed his chin, and said seriously, "I haven't really thought of this, I use the spear almost only to stimulate the various elements inside."

"You have talent in this area, so don't let it down... No, you have too many talents, you should focus on refining weapons! I'll give you the Liuying Black Armor series, you can Let your armor forging level be used up to the fourth level!" Mordhaler said, looking at Ling Ye meaningfully:

"Be more supportive of your roommates. Do you think the school will arrange your dormitory randomly? They are actually very good, but they are covered by the light on you."

Ling Ye's eyes lit up when he heard that, but he soon calmed down, "I really haven't thought about it, I really want to be real roommates with them, the kind that doesn't have utilitarianism!"

(End of this chapter)