Soul Martial Sovereign

"F * ck!" This is the Hall Competition, is it really okay to be so willful? Ling Yu was flabbergasted on the spot, and couldn't say a word for a long while.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?" Could it be that even Senior Sister Xia Shuang was taken aback by this? "

This time, not to mention the spectators below, even the examinees who were participating in the Hall Competition couldn't help but stop their hands and look at Ling Yu.

Could it be … Could it be …

The biggest impact was on the audience who were watching the battle from the bottom of the stage. Their gazes swung back and forth between Ling Yu, Xue Yao and Xia Shuang, their gazes were as fierce as they could get.

This beast, could it be that it had fallen for even the two beauties, Xue Yao and Senior Sister Xia Shuang? Had she suffered miserably in the hands of this beast?

That's right, that must be it!

Otherwise, how could it be explained that Xue Yao had directly ran over to Ling Yu's side and was talking and laughing the moment she had just arrived? How to explain that Xia Shuang, as the examiner, had immediately given up and allowed Ling Yu to pass the examination with ease?

Once this thought was born, it spread like a virus through everyone's heart. At that moment, everyone's gaze was shockingly cruel and merciless.

No matter whether it was Xue Yao or Xia Shuang, they were both great beauties of the Martial Sect, core disciples of the Ten Great Hall's Gate!

But these two beautiful girls, who were as bright as heaven's pride experts, actually fell because of Ling Yu? Isn't this a bit too much? Two flowers stuck on a bunch of oxen at the same time, how could they let others live?

This time, the entire square was filled with a frightening killing intent.

Even chief elder Duan Yun could not sit still any longer. He immediately stood up from his chair and looked towards Ling Yu with an expression of bewilderment.

What was going on? When did the disciples of the Martial Sect condense such a frightening killing intent?

He glanced at Xia Shuang who was walking out of the Martial Arts Practice Field and then looked at Ling Yu who had a bitter face. His heart was cleared and he had a weird expression on his face.

"Who did I offend? Why is it so difficult to participate in the Hall Competition?" Ling Yu's face was full of awkwardness. Why did Xia Shuang, that little girl, feel so awkward when she gave up just like that?

She must have done it on purpose. She put on such a high profile, yet forfeited in the torrent of three thousand positions, throwing others' hearts high and down. How could it not attract attention!

"Number five Martial Platform, the examiners forfeit once again. According to the rules, this will be the last time you change the examiners."

Fortunately, at this time, the Trial Elder opened his mouth and helped Ling Yu out of his awkward state, but the crowd below could not help but hiss.

Just as Ling Yu had encountered two consecutive abstinence from the examiners, Long Xuanyu had already held three matches in a row.

Long Xuanyu was just too strong, and all the examinees who selected Long Xuanyu, without exception, were all sent flying out of the Martial Platform with lightning speed.

It had to be known that these inner court disciples that participated in the Hall Competition were basically all first-rate experts with shocking strength.

However, compared to Long Xuanyu, the difference was too huge. Almost all the challengers were unable to block three of his punches, and the strength of the punches was peerless.

"Elder, this trash must have used some unknown method or else they would not have given up on him." Elder, this trash must have used some unknown method or else they would not have given up on him.

"The Hall Competition has already been decided long ago that the inner disciples will draw lots to select the examiners. You don't need to say anything."

"Reporting to the elders, this person and Zi Yuefeng are old friends, it is not appropriate for him to be the second examiner, and not for me to be the last examiner!"

"The rules of the Martial Sect Hall are set by the Master, and no one is allowed to change it, so you can't say too much."

After he finished speaking, Elder Duan instructed Ling Yu to once again draw lots to prepare for the final Hall Competition. If the examiners for this Hall Competition also gave up, then Ling Yu would effortlessly become a core disciple justifiably.

But Long Xuanyu was unwilling. He stood on top of the Martial Platform, a cold light shot out from his eyes as he stared at Ling Yu and said loudly: "Trash, one last time, don't pick me as your opponent."

Ling Yu squinted his eyes, and did not pay any attention to him, and directly walked towards the drawing platform.

Long Xuanyu laughed coldly again and again, his voice cold: "If you pick me as your opponent in the Hall Competition, I'll consider it your win if I don't beat you until you shit your way."

At this moment, just as Ling Yu was about to draw the lots, Wen Yu's hand suddenly stopped.

Then, under everyone's somewhat doubtful gaze, he slowly turned around, and with a flash of coldness in his eyes, he said to the chief elder in a deep voice, "Elder, can this disciple challenge Long Xuanyu?"

Following Ling Yu's voice, the entire plaza immediately became deathly silent, and then another uproar occurred.

"He … "He's crazy, he actually really wants to challenge Long Xuanyu. With his strength, isn't he courting death?"

"Although it is a bit late for Long Xuanyu to be promoted to a core disciple, this person's talent in cultivation is extremely high. After one year in the Yuan Yang Peak, he will be able to suppress any inner disciple."

"The strength of the three people who challenged him earlier were all at Late Bone Tempering stage, but when they faced Long Xuanyu, they were not able to go through ten moves. If Ling Yu challenged Long Xuanyu now, wouldn't that be courting death?"

"Haha …" "Hahaha …" Just as the people below were discussing, Long Xuanyu could not hold back and laughed out loud, his face full of ridicule: "You? With just you? I could kill you with a single slap, and with your strength, you dare to challenge me? I suggest that you give up the Hall Competition and return to be an inner disciple for the rest of your life. "

He stood on top of the kung fu stage with his hands behind his back, looking down at Ling Yu from above, "A trash like you, is not even qualified to be an inner sect slave!"

"I admire your courage!" Long Xuanyu leapt up onto the, stood at the corner of the Martial Platform, and pointed at Ling Yu as he said in a deep voice: "But I have already decided, I will beat the sh * t out of you today!"

"Clan Elder Duan Yun, for the last Hall Competition, this disciple requests to challenge Long Xuanyu, please allow me." Ling Yu turned and said loudly to the Chief Elder Duan Yun.

"You better think this through. If you fail this time's challenge, you'll need three years before you can participate in the next Hall Competition." Elder Duan Yun sat on top of the front seat, looked at Long Xuanyu, and then looked at Ling Yu as he reminded him.

"Disciple understands." After Ling Yu finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the sixth Martial Platform.

"Junior Brother Ling Yu, are you confident? Long Xuanyu cultivates an ancient secret technique, and although the Profound strength's energy waves are not strong, the explosive fighting strength is something that even the established core disciples would be wary of. "

When she passed by Xue Yao, Xue Yao asked in a low voice, because she was very clear that Long Xuanyu would definitely deal with him with such a heavy blow.

Ling Yu shook his head, then nodded: "If I don't compete, how would I know? But I feel that dealing with Long Xuanyu is easier than dealing with other people."

"Huh?" Xue Yao was a little confused, this did not seem logical …

Ling Yu didn't explain. He turned around and jumped onto the sixth Martial Platform and stood in front of Long Xuanyu.

At first, Xue Yao still couldn't understand, but at this moment, sshe suddenly remembered that when Ling Yu was in Mo Wang Plain, he actually destroyed the puppet with her bare hands.

She raised her head and looked at Liu Xiang Bi, as the corner of her mouth slowly lifted into a sweet smile. Looking at the incomparably arrogant Long Xuanyu, she didn't know why, but she suddenly felt sympathy for Long Xuanyu.

"This brat actually dares to challenge Long Xuanyu. Is he tired of living?"

Who knew how many pairs of eyes looked at Ling Yu, and the moment they saw him jump up onto the Martial Platform, they revealed ridiculing expressions.

They were very clear in their hearts about Long Xuanyu's strength. Although he was not considered very strong amongst the core disciples, compared to the inner disciples, this guy was definitely an undefeatable killer.

Especially when they saw Long Xuanyu's first three Hall Competition rounds, a few of the Late Bone Tempering stage's inner court senior brothers were not even able to take ten moves.

Right now, Ling Yu only had Middle stage of the Bone Tempering stage, so everyone present unanimously concluded that Ling Yu would lose this time, and that he would lose in an extremely unsightly manner.

"Sigh, I bet on Long Xuanyu winning, there's no suspense in this competition." Many people shook their heads and sighed.

"Hehe, I think so too, but it's not like Ling Yu doesn't have any chance, I'm betting on an Intermediate Elixir, Ling Yu wins." The fat guy stood to the side and said with a smile with his slender eyes squinted.

"What? Intermediate medicine?" You really want to bet? " A few of the inner sect disciples standing to the side looked at the fatty excitedly, "I'm betting with you, don't go back on your word."

"Regret? Are you looking down on me? " The fatty flipped his big hand and actually took out five middle grade spirit medicines, placing them on the ground in different directions. A bright light shone in the tiny seams of his eyes: "I like to play with small things the most. Long Xuanyu does indeed have a big chance of winning, but Ling Yu might have a chance, so I'll bet on Ling Yu. "If you insist on leaving, don't go back on your word."

"Fuck, even the idiots in this world came to our Martial Sect? Someone actually thinks that Ling Yu will win, I f * cking bet. "

Immediately after, there was a commotion in the plaza, and in the blink of an eye, a pile of spiritual medicine was placed in front of the fatty.

Seeing this, Ling Yu and the rest were speechless, this fatty was actually treating their competition as a wager.

Above the front seat, Elder Duan Yun glared fiercely at the fatty. Although he was very dissatisfied, he did not go over to stop him.

"Hehe, entertainment, entertainment! As long as you have spirit medicine, I will keep you company to the end. " The light in the fatty's eyes grew brighter and brighter. He took out two bottles of Yuan Yang Pellets and placed it on the ground with a thud and said loudly: "Spirit medicine versus spirit medicine, Pill versus Pill. These are twenty-four Yuan Yang Pellets.

Seeing that the fatty's front was instantly filled with bottles of Pill, the elders of kung fu stage were all speechless. These Pill s were even more expensive than spirit medicine, they would definitely be worth a lot if they were piled up together.