Painting of the Nine Immortals

"Who else?"

A faint word fell, Lingxian's white robe danced softly, and the calm eyes glanced at the audience.

Especially after he punched the flying dragon, this majesty became more and more powerful, as if the arrival of Xeon Tianzun, which made many people present were timid.

For a moment, the scene was silent.

Everyone was silent, their fists clenched unconsciously, and felt a great shame.

Who else?

The simple three words reveal a kind of contempt that no one fears anyone.

How can they not feel shame?

From childhood to age, they have always overwhelmed their contemporaries, arrogant to one side, and they have always been the only ones who despise others' responsibilities.

There is no doubt that this sentence completely angered these Tianjiao people who live on the altar.

Each one turned red, filled with indignation, and scolded Ling Xian.

"Damn boy, I must kill you!"

"Abominable, dare to despise me and wait so much, do you think you are the number one evil on the Qianlong list?"

"Even if it's that demon, don't dare to ignore so many of us, what are you?"

Listening to the curse in his ears, Lingxian looked gloomy. He had no resentment against these people, but they came to find the difference. The look of his expression was proud, and he could easily suppress him.

Changing to anyone will be angry!

"Shut up for me!"

Ling Xian sighed angrily, shaking Jiu Zhongtian, he glanced slowly, and sneered: "A group of arrogant but not brained stupids, relying on their own strength and family background, only allow you to insult others, not others to despise you What makes this happen? "

"Fist is the truth! My fist is stronger than you, you deserve to be bullied!"

"That is, this is the eternal truth of the immortal world!"

"Yes, in our world, it is always just insulting others, and no one is allowed to dare to despise us!"

More than a dozen Tianjiao opened their mouths with arrogant expressions, and the words they spoke were extremely natural, as if they should have been so.

Indeed, in the world of cultivation, fists are truth!

It is normal for the strong to bully the weak.

But why? !!

Relying on the heights and strength, can you kill the monks at will? !!

Ling Xian doesn't agree!

Therefore, he wants to break all the rules of the world!

"A good fist is the truth, then I despise you and wait, it is a matter of course, who makes you so weak." Ling Xian's mouth was raised, she was laughing, but everyone shuddered.

"It's useless to say anything, whoever won't accept it, despite the shot!"

Ling Xian swung her sleeves, the momentum of terror swept out, and instantly covered the audience!

The crowd was so angry that they were all arrogant. Who dare to say that they are weak?

However, at this moment, Ling Xian said, so naturally, so light and light, how can this group of arrogant Tianjiao bear?

"Come on, you can choose one by one, or you can choose to go together. I am Lingxian."

The faint word fell, Ling Xian stood against his hands, dancing in white, showing the esteem of the master.

Facing arrogant people, his method is always more arrogant than it is!

Therefore, he must confront the heroes alone, suppress all these people and completely break their confidence!

"Okay, just let me meet you!"

A cold drink suddenly sounded, and a young man in black came out of the crowd.

This person did not have much nonsense, took out a three-foot sword directly from the storage bag, then raised his hand to send out a sword gas, straight to take Lingxian throat.

However, after only a short period of time, the results appeared.

Jianmang dissipated, Qingfeng has broken!

This man was shocked, and a **** fierce sword was erected at his neck, his body trembling violently!

The winner is divided!

"Don't you despise you? It's such a scam, I think my hands are dirty when you kill you."

There was a hint of irony in Lingxian's mouth, and he smashed the sword, then patted him on the chest, and flew him out.

Suddenly, the scene was silent again!

A trick!

Another trick to kill!

You know, this is not an ordinary monk-building monk, but only after reaching the consummation of gas refining, did he break through to the arrogance of the foundation period!

However, it was an incredible thing to be defeated by Ling Xian. !!

Everyone was shocked at the scene, and finally realized the terribleness of Ling Xian, but more was angry, unprecedented anger!

"Boy, die for me!"

A cold, angry rage sounded, a strong and dark young man pinched his hands, and suddenly the space trembled, and a ghost of a hundred feet of mountain peak emerged, and then fell heavily towards Ling Xian!

Terrible and unstoppable!

However, in the face of this horrible supernatural power, Ling Xian didn't even look at it. He raised his hand and waved the war halberd, and instantly burst the giant peak!

Then another wave of hands, the war halberd swept out, and flew the dark youth.

Another day of defeat!

Coupled with the people who were defeated in the past, Tianjiao fell under Lingxian's hands, and there were as many as four!

However, Ling Xian will not stop here. He wants to completely dispel these arrogant arrogance, so that when they see themselves again, they will be disturbed and tremble!

Similarly, those arrogants will not give up. At the beginning, they suppressed Lingxian with a mouthful of mouthfuls, saying that it was as simple as eating and drinking, but at this moment, he was beaten four times. Who can swallow this breath?

"Suppress me!"

Another Tianjiao stood up, but before he could perform his magical powers, he felt a flower in front of him, and then he fell to the ground and passed out.

"again."

Ling Xian raised his mouth and sprinkled salt on the wounds of Tianjiao: "If I remember correctly, it's already the fifth one, would you dare to mad before me like this? A bunch of idiots!"

hateful!

The crowd clenched their fists, and their hearts were full of shame.

The fifth time!

Fifth face!

This is an unimaginable thing for them who are high above the rest of the world and impossible to live with!

"brush!"

A breaking sound sounded, and another Tianjiao shot.

But in the end, it was no different from the previous times. It was still defeated by Ling Xian!

After that, the anger of many Tianjiao increased, but the war situation became simpler. It was as simple as one breath, and ended a battle.

Without exception, each Tianjiao shot has only one end.

Raised by Ling Xian to defeat!

In this way, the space became more dignified and silent.

No one spoke, only the voice of Ling Xian's invitation to the war sounded slowly, and then a sound of body landing came.

defeat!

Lose again!

Still defeated!

Tianjiao at the scene could not remember how many people lost to Ling Xian, but only knew that fewer and fewer people could stand, but more and more people were lying down.

With the passage of time, their hands clenched into fists, their bodies trembling violently, looking at the horrible figure in front of them, their eyes filled with horror.

Until now, all Tianjiao at the scene finally understood one thing.

The so-called suppression of Lingxian League is simply a joke.

A big joke!