Are you crazy? The emperor is being robbed of his bride?

The two of them were so angry that they had to fight.

"Jun Lingtian, come and fight!"

Ji Bochang pointed his sword at Jun Lingtian again, mobilizing all his spiritual energy.

Who knew that just as he started, Jun Lingtian appeared in front of him.

He ignored the sharp sword energy wrapped around Mo Fan.

He stretched out his white and slender palm.

The next moment, there was a snap!

A loud slapping sound spread throughout the square.

Mo Fan was instantly slapped by Jun Lingtian from mid-air to the ring, and his whole body was embedded in the ring.

Seeing this, Jun Lingtian stepped down in the air with an expressionless face, and then stepped on Mo Fan's face.

Feeling the forty-yard-long foot on his face.

Humiliation! Reluctance! Anger and other emotions instantly surged into his heart.

At this moment, Mo Fan had only one thought, that is, to kill Jun Lingtian.

"Hahahaha... The young patriarch is still the young patriarch!"

Seeing Mo Fan being stepped on by Jun Lingtian, the children of the ancient gods present were not surprised.

However, the top ten people in the last competition were not very happy.

Instead, they felt a sense of urgency, because they felt that they had been left far behind by Jun Lingtian.

"Cousin Lingtian, you are so awesome!"

Ji Xueyuan suddenly shouted with admiration at this time.

"Ding! Ji Xueyuan's favorability towards you increases, plundering Mo Fan's luck value by 100 points."

"Warning! Warning! The favorability of the target Ji Xueyuan towards the host decreases, please remedy it as soon as possible."

"I'll remedy it!"

"Sword!"

Mo Fan shouted, and the supreme level spirit sword obtained from the tomb of the supreme realm suddenly appeared in his hand.

As soon as the spirit sword appeared, the terrifying supreme power swept the whole venue, instantly breaking through the protective formation of the arena.

Then it lifted the children of the ancient gods on the stands.

Even Jun Lingtian on his body was shocked and flew out under this momentum.

He stepped on several deep pits on the arena and barely stood still.

Of course, this was done intentionally by Jun Lingtian.

"Hiss~ That sword seems to be the sword of the ancestor Boran!"

At this time, an elder suddenly recognized the sword in Mo Fan's hand.

"What? Ancestor Boran? Didn't Ancestor Boran disappear 10,000 years ago? How did his sword fall into the hands of this kid?"

An elder of the ancient gods spoke in confusion.

"Ancestor Boran was seriously injured at the time and may have passed away. This kid is probably the disciple of Ancestor Boran."

As these words came out, all the elders of the ancient gods present nodded in agreement.

"No, this kid doesn't seem to be the disciple of Ancestor Boran, because the technique practiced by Ancestor Boran is not of this kind of aura at all."

One of the oldest elders suddenly spoke at this time.

"We will know whether it will happen in a while. You should pay attention to the safety of the young clan leader and don't let him be injured by the supreme sword."

An elder reminded.

Although the spirituality of the supreme sword has dissipated a lot and the sword spirit has become silent, it is still not something that can be resisted by those below the great saint realm.

"Mother, will my brother be in danger?"

Jun Qianling hugged Ji Yao's arm with some worry.

"Don't worry, there are few young people in this world who can compare with your brother in terms of background."

Ji Yao said calmly.

"Jun Lingtian! Now I want to tell you a truth, luck is sometimes a part of strength."

Mo Fan stood up instantly, and stood in front of Jun Lingtian with a proud look on his face.

But at this moment, the mask on his face was gone.

There was a big footprint on his handsome face.

"Master Ji! Your mask fell off."

Jun Lingtian said with a chuckle.

Hearing this, Mo Fan immediately covered his face with his hands in panic.

But it would be better if he didn't cover it. Once he covered it, it would be more suspicious of trying to cover up something.

Sure enough, the audience in the stands who stood up again focused their eyes on Mo Fan's face.

"How come Ji Bochang's skin has suddenly become so white and tender? It makes me want to take a bite."

"Ji Bochang doesn't seem to have any stubble on his lips! I clearly remember that he had some before, how could this happen?"

"Why is his Adam's apple flat? Where did it go?"

The ancient gods on the stands seemed to have discovered a new world.

They pointed at Mo Fan and talked about him.

"Damn it! Jun Lingtian, die!"

Mo Fan, who was angry and embarrassed, no longer cared and directly let go of his hand covering his mouth.

The Supreme Spirit Sword in his hand slashed towards Jun Lingtian with the power of the sky.

"Supreme weapon? I haven't played with it for a long time!"

Jun Lingtian chuckled, and then a big sword with magnificent power appeared in his hand.

In an instant, a quasi-emperor-level pressure swept the whole place, but it did not have any effect on the people present.

"Quasi-... Quasi-emperor-level spirit sword? And it's a quasi-emperor-level spirit sword in peak state?"

Feeling the pressure from the spirit sword, the Supreme Sword in Mo Fan's hand began to tremble instinctively.

This is an absolute suppression of the spirit weapon level.

Seeing Jun Lingtian holding the spirit sword to chop people, Mo Fan risked backlash and quickly stopped the moves in his hand.

Then he said with a sullen face:

"Jun Lingtian, what's the point of relying on spirit weapons?"

"Don't you rely on spirit weapons yourself?"

Jun Lingtian looked at the other party with some amusement.

He can use the spiritual weapon himself, but he can't let him use it. This Mo Fan is really hypocritical!

"I..."

Mo Fan was a little speechless when he heard this.

"That's right! Ji Bochang! Why can you use the spiritual weapon, but my cousin Ling Tian can't?"

Ji Xueyuan asked loudly, with disgust on her face, and she had no good feelings for Mo Fan in her heart.

Even Ji Xueluo, who usually doesn't show his displeasure, frowned at this moment, obviously disgusted by Mo Fan's hypocritical behavior just now.

"Ding! Ji Xueyuan has no favor towards Mo Fan, 400 points of plundering luck."

"Ding! Ji Xueluo has no favor towards Mo Fan, 300 points of plundering luck."

"Warning! Warning! Ji Xueyuan's favorability towards the host has fallen below the freezing point, please remedy it as soon as possible."

"Warning! Warning! Ji Xueluo's favorability towards the host has fallen below the freezing point, please remedy it as soon as possible."

"Fuck the warning!"

At this moment, Mo Fan calmed down after hearing the two system prompts, and gradually saw the situation clearly.

All the people of the ancient gods were on Jun Lingtian.

Even if he beat the opponent, it would probably be useless, and he couldn't beat the opponent now.

And where Jun Lingtian was, he seemed to be frustrated everywhere, and the plan he had laid out for several years was ruined.

He always felt that Jun Lingtian was his nemesis.

"It seems that I can't stay in this ancient god clan anymore."

Mo Fan had already begun to think about retreating. He wanted to find a safe place to grow up first, and then come back to take revenge.

"Hahaha! How could I forget that at the young patriarch's 20th birthday ceremony, the ancestor gave him a quasi-emperor-level spirit sword as a gift."

"Yes, I was just about to make a move, but the young patriarch took out a quasi-emperor-level spirit sword."

Everyone in the elders' seats couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene.