There’s No One I Can’t Mess With

escape!

In Zeng Wanglun's heart, there is only one thought left at this moment, and that is to escape!

If he can't escape, he might be a dead end today.

But now, as long as he escaped from the ring, Lin Nan's palm would not affect him.

After all, this is the arena competition. Before, his junior brother Zeng Libai, if he could escape the arena before, he would not be slapped to death.

Whoosh!

Zeng Wanglun's figure suddenly turned into a flash of lightning, and hurried away outside the ring.

"What? Me, I'm not mistaken, am I!"

"My God, that Zeng Wanglun is on the run! This is incredible!"

"Well, who is this man? Even Zeng Wanglun is not his opponent! Too strong!"

At this moment, all the monks who were watching saw Zeng Wanglun fleeing, all of them were a little dumbfounded.

They couldn't believe that one of the five little real monks in the dignified Tianzang Temple, under the attack of a man, fled in panic, what is the situation!

This simply subverted everyone's imagination.

At first, everyone thought that Lin Nan would be easily beheaded by Zeng Wanglun directly. They didn’t expect that after only a few breaths, Zeng Wanglun would have fallen to the point of running around. He turned so fast that everyone was surprised. .

At this time, the figure of Zeng Wanglun had reached the edge of the ring, as long as he was given less than a breath of time, he could escape the ring safely.

Now Zeng Wanglun doesn't care about his face or the identity of the five little true monks. As long as he can survive, everything is not a problem.

But at this moment, Lin Nan's palm finally fell.

boom!

Then, in the eyes of everyone, they saw that Zeng Wanglun had already crossed the edge of the ring with one foot, but was suddenly slapped by a huge palm, which turned into a cloud of blood on the spot, and died.

hiss!

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

Those are the five true monks of Tianzang Temple. They were shot dead in the ring like this. It was incredible.

You know, the emperor's proud son who reaches the level of the five little true monks can be promoted directly without participating in the arena competition.

But now, Zeng Wanglun died in order to avenge Zeng Libai.

Lin Nan, who had done all this, clapped his hands indifferently, without even looking at everyone, and walked directly off the ring, as if he had done a trivial thing.

Only the monks who were onlookers around the ring were left, and there were bursts of exclamation.

At the same moment, the elder of the Immortal King Realm led by Tianzang Temple also sensed the disappearance of Zeng Wanglun's breath.

"Who? Who is it that actually killed the proud son of my Tianzang Temple!"

The elder of the immortal king realm stood up suddenly, his face was gloomy, and he let out a roar.

And beside him, there are four other five little real monks, and their faces are also shocked.

The powerhouse at the level of the five little true monks was actually beheaded near this Qing Mingzong, which made them a little unbelievable.

Their existence at the limit of the Golden Immortal pinnacle, except for the power of the Immortal King, how could it easily fall.

What's more, even if the ordinary immortal king early cultivator wanted to kill them, it was impossible to do it, and they might even be counter-killed by them.

And the monks in the middle stage of the fairy king, and even the monks in the later stage of the fairy king, took action...

You know, the strong immortal king, everyone is a noble and lofty existence, who will kill Zeng Wanglun without incident?

"Elder, this matter?"

Among the five true monks, a disciple stood up and asked the elder.

"Dare to kill the son of Tianjiao of my Tianzang Temple, don't let me find out, otherwise he will definitely let him bear the anger of my Tianzang Temple!"

The elder also said angrily.

At the same time, in the Tianzang Temple tens of thousands of miles away, Zeng Wanglun's life card was broken, and the elders of Tianzang Temple also knew the news of his fall.

After all, every emperor like Zeng Wanglun is the future of the sect, and it is normal to leave a life card.

But not all the disciples and elders left the life card, even the core disciples like Zeng Libai, in the Tianzang Temple, did not leave the life card.

"It seems that this time the Immortal Society is strong!"

An elder of Tianzang Temple sighed.

"Yes, the emperor has fallen so early, and the entire Immortal Dao Fair has been held for hundreds of thousands of years. I am afraid it has never happened before!"

The other elders also nodded repeatedly.

After all, the fall of the emperor's proud son is extremely rare. Unless the entire Immortal Society is very competitive, and there is a powerful and incomparable rise of Tianjiao monks.

Otherwise, even if you encounter a child of Tianjiao of the same level, it is impossible to kill another Tianjiao.

At this time, Lin Nan came to Liu Ruqing's side, still watching the two daughters in the final match.

As long as this contest is passed, both daughters will have a hundred consecutive victories and can enter the second level.

At this time, on the ring, opposite Lin Momo was a monk at the peak of the Golden Immortal.

However, this cultivator at the peak of the Golden Immortal can only be regarded as an ordinary casual cultivator. In front of Lin Momo, he only supported one move before directly surrendered and withdrew from the ring.

Lin Momo didn't hurt the killer either. After all, this is just a selection contest, not a killing contest.

Subsequently, Lin Momo took the lead to complete the 100-game winning streak.

But at this time, Ling'er faced a relatively powerful Golden Immortal Peak monk, who was a core disciple of Beichen Palace.

However, although this person was strong, he would be victorious in every battle against the average Golden Immortal Peak monk, but unfortunately, he met Ling'er.

boom!

After the two met, the core disciple of Beichen Palace also frowned.

From the palm of the hand just now, he felt an unmatched power, that power gave him the feeling of passing by with death.

"Do you want to continue? Next, I won't keep my hands!"

At this time, Ling'er was also looking at the core disciple of Beichen Palace at the Golden Immortal Peak, and said lightly.

"I...I admit defeat!"

The disciple of Beichen Palace thought for a moment and immediately gave in with his fists.

Although the person standing opposite was only an eight or nine-year-old girl, and there was only the aura of the early days of a real immortal, he knew that the existence that could cause such a strong pressure on him was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

And he has an intuition that if he shoots again, he might stay here today.

This is a kind of intuition from the depths of the soul, a kind of fighting consciousness he has accumulated after millions of battles.

And seeing that the core disciple of Beichen Palace voluntarily surrendered, the monks who were onlookers around the ring also sneered and sighed.

However, the core disciple of Beichen Palace completely ignored these onlookers, and calmly stepped out of the ring.

At this moment, Ling'er finally completed a hundred consecutive victories and successfully entered the next level.