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"What?"

Si Lin's expression froze, obviously not understanding what Ling Xiao meant.

"I said, was your brain eaten by a dog?"

Ling Xiao sneered, waved his palm, and directly held Si Cong, who was paralyzed on the ground, in his hand.

"Can this guy's arm be compared to my brother's arm? Si Lin, are you afraid you haven't figured out your identity?"

"Don't say it's an arm, even if I kill him today, so what? You slaves, the master of life and death is already in the Ling family. Why, do you think your wings are hard?"

"No, no, Mr. Ling Xiao"

Si Lin's face turned pale, and the resentment in his eyes dissipated instantly, replaced by a kind of panic.

Although Ling Xiao's words were ugly, what he said was actually not bad.

An aristocratic family like the Si family was originally a servant of the Ling clan. If they wanted to kill or fight, it was up to the master's wishes.

However, what made him a little strange was, why did Young Master Ling Xiao take the initiative to protect that trash Ling Tian?

"Hmph, Si Lin, you'd better remember clearly, your Si family is just a dog raised by my Ling clan. If the Ling clan can feed you and grow up, they can stew you and raise an obedient one. With you, even on the martial arts stage, if you dare to take action against my brother, it should be a dead end."

As soon as the words fell, Ling Xiao suddenly clenched the palm of his hand and directly pinched Na Si Cong's neck into two sections.

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"I'm killing him now to give your family face, otherwise he wouldn't be the one who died today."

"Cluster"

Si Lin gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling slightly.

It's just that in front of such a strong Ling Xiao, he didn't dare to have a trace of disobedience, for fear that it would lead to the catastrophe of the genocide.

Originally, as long as he honestly took Si Cong away, he could save his life.

But he chose to kill himself, and wanted to ask Ling Tian for an explanation

Self-inflicted can't live.

The entire martial arts field was terrifyingly silent.

Everyone looked at the black-clothed young master Ling Xiao, who was full of anger, and didn't dare to put a fart.

This is the deterrence of the ancient son.

Absolutely domineering, absolutely not provocative!

Murder without a word.

Killing you, you still can't resist, you have to react to yourself, and it is an honor to be able to do so!

In recent years, the Si family has produced several strong people.

But compared with the behemoth of the Ling Clan, it is the gap between the octopus and the sky.

Compared to Ling Xiao, the second son of Ling's character is really weak.

Of course, in fact, with Ling Xiao's character, he didn't bother to talk nonsense with these dog slaves.

At this time, he was talking so much, but it was just to stimulate Ling Tian.

Sure enough, Ling Tian looked at the black-clothed figure in front of him, his face also a little dull.

how come?

How could he stand up for himself?

From birth to the present, his brother has been humiliating himself all the time.

Before he was ten years old, he was said to be a wild breed, a scumbag, and not a descendant of the Ling clan at all.

After the age of ten, it became more straightforward, a waste of wood, a shameful waste, not worthy of being a descendant of the Ling clan.

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Why would he take the initiative to stand in front of him and support himself?

conspiracy!

The cliff is a conspiracy!

Could it be that he saw the Sword Intent Dao Principle he just displayed, so he deliberately showed his favor and wanted me to spare his life?

It must be so!

Hmph, Ling Xiao, do you really think you can make me forgive you with just a few words?

you are dreaming!

You came back just in time, this time, don't go back to the Wan Dao Demon Sect!

"What are you still doing? Disgraceful waste, why don't you go back to the clan with me?"

But just when Ling Tian secretly hated, a familiar shout of contempt suddenly came from his ears.

"you!!"

Ling Tian's face turned pale, and he instinctively felt a trace of fear. The shadow that Ling Xiao has left on him is too great, if he hadn't been careful and forbearing in recent years, he would have killed him long ago.

But

No, shouldn't this Ling Xiao continue to please me?

How dare you humiliate me like this?

"You what, as the son of the Ling clan, it's a shame to be threatened by your own dog."

Ling Xiao snorted coldly, turned and walked towards the center of the ancient city.

Ling Tian gritted his teeth and finally followed.

He wanted to see what tricks his good brother was playing.

As the two left, Si Lin's figure slowly stood up from the ground.

He glanced at the corpse of Si Cong beside him, and the depths of his eyes were full of chills.

"Master, we"

"Take the young master's body and go back!"

Si Lin took a deep breath, turned and disappeared.

"When did you come back?"

On the streets of Hantian Ancient City, the two Ling Xiao brothers walked side by side, attracting countless people around them to bow and salute.

However, at this time, many people have a trace of doubt in their hearts.

When will these two be able to walk together peacefully?

Ling Xiao has always regarded Ling Tian as a shame, and it is not a matter of a day or two to be squeezed and suppressed everywhere.

This is no secret in the ancient city of Hantian.

"No big or small, not even a brother!"

Ling Xiao turned his head and glared at Ling Tian, ​​but his figure walked directly towards an old man who set up a stall and fortune-telling on the side of the road.

"elder brother?"

Ling Tian was stunned for a moment.

In my impression, he hadn't shouted this word for seven years.

And on weekdays, what annoys Ling Xiao the most is when others say that he is Ling Tian's older brother.

"Come on, old man, do the math for me."

Ling Xiao sat in front of Lao Dao.

Surprisingly, the old man with a thin face and a long white beard in front of him did not appear too restrained.

It stands to reason that the cultivators who seek life in this ancient city of cold days should be frightened and humbled when they see the two sons of the Ling family.

But he just nodded and pointed to the sign jar beside him.

"Young master, let's shake the sign first."

"You come first."

Ling Xiao handed the jar to Ling Tian, ​​who frowned slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything, instead he took out a bamboo skewer from it.

"Young Master, this is the top lottery. Although there are twists and turns in the fate, it can be turned into good luck when it meets the mountain. It is destined to become the emperor."

Lao Dao glanced at the Gua sign and nodded with a smile.

Hearing this, Ling Tian's mouth suddenly raised a smile.

It seems that this old Taoist has some Taoism, and there are indeed some twists and turns in his life, and all of them are given by Ling Xiao's mother and son.

However, it was precisely because his Danhai was dug that he awakened the Sword Vein Divine Body.

Now, at the age of sixteen, he understands the power of Dao, even if he can't cultivate spiritual power, as long as his sword body is perfect, he will eventually stand at the peak of the Holy State.

"Sir, please."

Lao Dao put the sign back in the jar and handed it to Ling Xiao.

"Hehe, to achieve the throne?"

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, and also shook a bamboo stick out of it.

"this this"

It's just that the old Daoist, who had a detached expression just now, looked at the contents of the signature, and his face instantly became extremely solemn.

"Sir this sign"

"What's wrong?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say."

"If you want to say it, you can say it quickly, dawdling."

Ling Xiao frowned, but the old man hesitated for a moment before he opened his mouth and said, "Young master's lottery sign indicates that he will be the enemy of the world. There are countless difficulties in his life, and he is always worried about his life."