Painting of the Nine Immortals

Above the statue of the true immortal, the little **** king is like a big sun, illuminating the sky and shining brilliantly.

He is too dazzling, like a flock of birds, it is hard to think of it without being noticeable.

Therefore, when he invited Lingxian to fight, the crowd started talking wildly.

"If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be a first-class battle, suppressing Lingxian in the first battle!"

"Is that the Lingxian who is favored by Luoxianzi and known as the most likely to become the fifth saint?"

"Yes, I heard that he did not give face to the little **** king three or two times, and dared to rob Luo fairy with the little **** king."

"No wonder the little **** king will find Lingxian, hey, there is a good show this time, you say, Lingxian dare not accept?"

"If I were, I would refuse, after all, face is not as important as life."

Everyone started talking, waiting for a good show.

"Sorry, I don't have time to fight you."

Ling Xian glanced briefly at the little **** king, the ancestor of the Ji family was born soon, and he had to rush as soon as possible.

"Are you afraid?" The little **** Wang looked indifferent, like an immortal immortal, overlooking the heavens and earth.

"Whatever you think." Ling Xian was too lazy to explain, and said lightly, "Give way."

"It depends on whether you qualify."

The king of the little **** looked down at Ling Xian, and said, "I will suppress the cultivation to the later stage of the transcendental realm, and declare myself the soul and the body, and only fight with you with power."

Hearing the words, Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, cold mang surging.

The word of the little **** king is tantamount to grilling him on a fire. If he refuses, his face will disappear.

After all, the little **** king will not only suppress the cultivation, but he will also protect himself. If Ling Xian refuses, it will seem too kind.

"how is it?"

"I suppress self-cultivation and self-confidence, don't you dare to fight me?"

The little **** king laughed, and anyone could see it, the irony in his smile.

"That's all I said. If I refuse, I will have no face to stay in the academy."

Ling Xian's eyes were deep, and she said, "I want to see how powerful the legendary life-giving body is."

"You will see."

The little **** king smiled and said, "After half an hour, you and I will fight forever, regardless of life or death."

"I don't care about life and death, but why wait half an hour?"

Ling Xian's eyebrows frowned slightly, and said, "Let's start now, I have no time to waste on you."

"Not right now."

The little **** king looked at the sky and said, "I will suppress you in front of Luo Xianzi and in front of everyone in the academy."

Hearing that many people frowned, especially Ji Huang, even more angry.

The meaning of the little **** king was already obvious. He wanted to let the entire academy know that he had a decisive battle with Ling Xian, and then defeated Ling Xian in the eyes of everyone.

In this way, Lingxian will be even more ashamed.

"Your mind is really narrow."

Ling Xian said faintly, "If you can suppress me, it can really make me look shameless, but are you sure you can suppress me?"

"It's as easy as defeating you." The little **** Wang looked proudly, and didn't even look at Ling Xian.

Everyone doesn't think Lingxian can win.

The little **** king is so powerful that even Longjun can't stop him for a moment. Is Lingxian an opponent?

"Treasure your last scenery time. After half an hour, your life will be cast a shadow."

"I give you the shadow."

The little **** king stood with his hands up, and illuminated Tianyu with his fresh style.

"I'll wait and see." Ling Xian said lightly, too lazy to argue with the little **** king again.

He closed his eyes and calmed himself, and waited in meditation.

When they saw this, everyone circulated. In a short time, the news of the battle between the little **** king and Ling Xian spread throughout the Chaos Academy.

Therefore, one after another came to this place, there are disciples inside, as well as deacon elders.

Even Long Jun and Ye came.

Although Ling Xian is not a holy son, nor is he a ninth-level monk, he is recognized as a world-shaking monarch, based on the foundation alone, no less than any holy son.

Not to mention the little **** king, he suppressed Long Jun within a moment, and was considered by many to be the strongest sage.

The decisive battle between the two was naturally noticeable.

"Be careful, his field is very strong." Long Jun landed beside Ling Xian and said: "I have lost, hope, you can win."

"I will be careful and do my best." Ling Xian smiled slightly, then looked at the night.

He was dressed in burlap linen and was of ordinary temperament. Anyone who saw him would not associate him with the Son of Chaos Academy.

However, in Ling Xian's view, this person is unpredictable and will never be weaker than the little **** king.

"It's almost time, and the scene you want is almost the same. It's time to start."

Ling Xian glanced briefly at the little **** king, dancing in a white robe, like a fairy.

"The most important person hasn't arrived yet."

The little **** Wang's eyes were deep and he said, "It is my purpose to defeat you in front of her."

"Does it make sense?"

Ling Xian shook her head and smiled, and said, "Even if you defeated me in front of Luo Xinjie, would you get her favor?"

"It is naturally not such a superficial woman."

"I just want her to see how uncomfortable the man she chose."

The little **** Wang's eyes were cold and he said, "You are too weak to understand."

"Even if you suppress me, you won't be able to change her mind." Ling Xian smiled slightly and deliberately stimulated the little **** king.

Luo Xinjie is a cloud of fog. He has never known him for years.

Perhaps in the eyes of everyone, Luo Xinjie liked him, but he didn't think so.

"Lingxian, you are looking for death."

The little **** king looked cold, killing like a tide, and rushed to the Xiaohan.

He has been pursuing Luo Xinjie for many years, but he could n’t even get a smile. However, Luo Xinjie has a tender feeling for Ling Xian. How can he not be angry?

"You can't kill me." Ling Xian narrowed her smile and turned her eyes to the south, as did everyone.

Because of this, Luo Xinjie appeared.

She was white in snow, and she was as charming as a fairy in the cold, lonely and arrogant, unattainable.

This made most male practitioners obsessed and did not conceal their love.

The same is true of the little **** king.

He stepped towards Luo Xinjie, with a charming smile on the corner of his mouth, which made the young girl dazzle.

At the same time, Luo Xinjie also moved gently. In everyone's view, she was walking towards the little **** king.

The little **** king thinks so too.

As a result, his smile was even brighter and his steps lighter.

But the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

Because, Luo Xinjie passed him by without looking at him.

This made the little **** Wang smile stiff, his legs as if filled with lead.

What made him even cooler was that Luo Xinjie went to Lingxian and showed a smile that dumped sentient beings.

This made everyone present look dull, especially after hearing Luo Xinjie's words, even more dumbfounded.

"Really, don't tell me when you come back."

Luo Xinjie gave Ling Xian an angry look, and then stretched out his slim hand, arranging a slightly messy collar for him.

The gentle water-like appearance made everyone feel shocked, and their eyes were almost staring out.