Son-in-law Dan Zun

"If you want to participate in the Battle of the Nine Regions, you have to stand here by your ability, instead of being a poor beggar and making people laugh."

Ling Yun said with a gloomy expression.

Duan Chengfeng is his master, but he was so humiliated by Mo Fan, how could he swallow his breath?

As his master, directly attacked Mo Fan, which seemed a bit of a loss.

Then, it is most appropriate for him to recover this account from Mo Fan on the battlefield.

Including Luo Wushu, he also wanted to find hardships on his own, and he also did not hesitate to enlighten him.

As Ling Yun's words fell, many people showed an expression of interest.

If Luo Wushu wanted to rely on a few words, he had to get a few places in the Nine Domains Competition, which was a idiot dream.

Mo Fan shrugged lightly and said, "Is it difficult to stand there?"

Ling Yun looked at Mo Fan coldly, and said in a strange manner: "In contrast, it is naturally easier to speak out."

Including the vast space, many people have also spoken.

"If you want to participate in the Nine Regions Grand Tournament, you should stand on the battlefield for what reason, instead of asking the domain master to ask for it."

"Even the Young Palace Master needs to rely on his own ability to stand on the battlefield. Can your status be compared with the Young Palace Master?"

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Hua Qingyan stood calmly on the battle platform, looking at Luo Wushu with a slightly cold look.

He does not deny that Luo Wushu's strength is indeed qualified to have a place to participate in the Nine Regions Competition.

But it doesn't mean that the cats and dogs around you are also qualified.

Right now, he wanted to see how Luo Wushu got off the stage?

Or is it that the few people around Luo Wushu really have the courage to step onto the battlefield and take their own humiliation?

"It's not that I don't want to give you places, but the rules are here after all."

"Moreover, the number of places in the Nine Domains Competition does not mean anything."

"If you don't have the strength, then you will only be ashamed of the strong in other domains."

Huafeng's voice is still gentle.

But as his words fell, there were a lot of angry voices.

"You guys are shameless, but please don't lose my face as Hunyuanyu."

"It's not a cat or a dog. They are all qualified to participate in the Nine Regions Competition in the name of the proud son of the Hunyuan Domain."

Luo Wushu glanced at the crowd expressionlessly, and then his calm gaze fell on Hua Feng.

"Can the six of me be able to hold a place on different battle platforms, and all of them will be eligible for the Nine Regions Competition?"

Many people are showing weird looks, what a arrogant guy.

Six people are on different platforms, each occupying a place, he can really say!

Is it true that there is no one in the Hunyuan domain?

"Please promise him!" Ling Yun said to Hua Feng.

He wanted to see why Luo Wushu and his party were doing it.

"What do you think?" Huafeng looked at the twenty proud sons on the battlefield.

If Luo Wushu and his party were to obtain qualifications, that quota could only be taken from the six people on the battlefield.

"Please agree with the domain owner."

"The quota of the Nine Territories Grand Competition is for those who are able to get it. If the six of them have the ability, we naturally have no opinion."

A voice responded, and immediately received unanimous approval.

Leaving aside Luo Wushu, Mo Fan and several people, no matter which one they meet, they have absolute self-confidence.

"In that case, it depends on whether you have the ability to get a quota from them." Hua Feng smiled.

"Thank you, domain master!" Luo Wushu smiled.

"Don't thank you so early, you won't be able to laugh soon."

At this moment, Ling Yun's cold voice was already rumbling, "Who will roll up and die first?"

"Little beast, aren't you crazy in front of you? Continue to take out your gall!" Duan Chengfeng shouted gloomily.

Just as Mo Fan was about to walk out, Bai Ning's voice sounded softly, "Let me go!"

"You go?" Mo Fan was stunned.

"Well, he looks weaker!" Although Bai Ning's voice is not loud, it still reaches everyone's ears clearly.

And Ling Yun's expression was also extremely gloomy in an instant.

He was able to stand here because of battle after battle, not luck.

However, falling in the mouth of others, becoming him looks weaker?

He could even feel that many pitying eyes fell on him.

"Smelly bitch, roll me up!" Ling Yun shouted angrily.

A look of disgust flashed across Bai Ning's eyes, her figure flashed, and she landed on the battle platform, "Let's do it!"

Looking at Bai Ning's pitiful and moving appearance from close range, Ling Yun suddenly spoke on a whim: "If you promise to stay with the young master for one night, I can spare you not to die, otherwise, the young master promises that you will not see the sun tomorrow. "

"If you don't do it, then I will do it." Bai Ning said calmly.

An astonishing breath surged from his body, attracting the attention of countless people in an instant.

"Peak of the Earth Sovereign Realm?"

"How can this be?"

"I saw her before when the sword came to the sect. She looked soft and weak, like a weak woman with no power to bind a chicken. How could she be the peak of the earthly respect?"

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A series of surprised voices sounded, and Ling Yun's face suddenly became difficult to look.

Bai Ning's body didn't have the slightest temperament of a strong person at all, how could he have such a high cultivation base?

"Don't pretend to behave, and watch Xiaoye kill you in a second with a single sword." Ling Yun no longer dared to sit and wait for death.

His body was astonishingly vigorous, and a long sword appeared in his hand, breaking through the air, reaching the limit.

"She is in danger!" Many people secretly said.

Although Bai Ning's cultivation base is not weak, it seems that he has no combat experience.

In front of Ling Yun, who had experienced many battles, it would be difficult to gain any advantage.

At this moment, Bai Ningyu raised his hand lightly, and slammed a punch without any fancy.

"clang!"

A clear symphony came out.

Ling Yun's powerful figure, like a broken bamboo, instantly shot out like a heavy blow.

"You are too weak, give up!" Bai Ning said.

"Smelly bitch, I just took it lightly just now. Just because of your sick cat's posture, you are worthy of letting the little master surrender?"

Ling Yun shouted angrily, and the figure turned into a gorgeous line in mid-air.

In the next moment, wrapped in the sky full of sword shadows, he once again killed Bai Ning.

"Sword Lingyun!"