Soul Devouring Sword Master

"Hey, I was waiting for this in vain. It's all over. It's boring. It's really boring."

Some of the old disciples who came here specially sighed and left one after another. Lin Xiao's bloodline level made them not only surprised, but also disappointed.

Originally they thought that the Son of Luck would surprise them, and perhaps a peerless talent like Luo Ying would appear, but now it seemed that they had overthought it.

"Lin Xiao...you don't need to be sad. Bloodline does not determine everything about a warrior. There are still some warriors in Donghuang. Although their bloodline level is low, they have achieved good results."

Seeing Lin Xiao coming, Jiang Mengyu comforted him.

"That's right, Lin Xiao, you don't have to be discouraged. Since you can become a child of luck, it's enough to prove your talent. Don't listen to those gossips, just practice hard."

Qingshan patted Lin Xiao's shoulder and comforted him, but deep in his eyes, there was still a hint of loss.

Not only them, but the rest of the Qingyu League also had dejected expressions on their faces.

Originally, they thought that the addition of the Sons of Luck would change the situation in which the Qingyu League had been suppressed. But now it seems that everything is just an illusion, and it will be difficult for them, the Qingyu League, to turn around after all.

All this was seen by Lin Xiao, but it didn't matter to him. There were many things that just didn't help. All he had to do was prove them with actual actions. He, Lin Xiao, also had his own pride.

"Let's go, Junior Brother Lin, don't worry too much about this. Nothing is absolute. I believe you will never make a mistake in the future."

Shi Hao came over and patted Lin Xiao on the shoulder.

"That's right, Lin Xiao, you don't have to worry too much about this. You are a child of luck. Based on this alone, you are already stronger than many of them."

Zhang Wei also came over and said, obviously, she was also worried that this matter would affect Lin Xiao's cultivation.

"Yes, Junior Brother Lin, you are the best, we all believe in you."

There were also other Qing Yumei members who came over to comfort them. Of course, there were also some people who sighed with disappointment on their faces.

"It's okay, I'm okay. Thank you everyone, thank you. I will definitely not disappoint everyone's expectations. Our Qingyu Alliance will definitely become stronger and stronger."

Lin Xiao cupped his fists and saluted, feeling a warm feeling in his heart. Even when his bloodline level was "very low", Jiang Mengyu, Qingshan, Shi Hao, Zhang Wei and others did not blame themselves, but instead gave him Encouragement, this moved Lin Xiao very much. What keeps everyone together is not just a simple interest relationship, but a true friendship.

"Haha, it's really ridiculous. After awakening such a rubbish bloodline, I still can't recognize myself. I really don't know where the confidence comes from. Sure enough, the more ignorant people are, the more confident they are. They are all a bunch of rabble, a bunch of rubbish. They are really suitable to be piled up. Together."

The curly-haired young man mocked wantonly, with a look of disdain on his face. With everyone in the Shura Alliance here, he had nothing to fear.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone in the Qingyu Alliance suddenly darkened.

Lin Xiao, who planned to go back and continue practicing, suddenly stopped when he heard these words, turned around and looked at the curly-haired young man, with a cold light in his eyes.

He didn't care if there was someone like him, but now the other person was insulting the entire Qingyu League and his friends.

"What? Isn't that true? Son of Luck. In my opinion, your ability to become a Son of Luck depends entirely on luck. If our senior brother Li Xuan participates in the Battle of Luck, you will have nothing to do with us."

The curly-haired young man caught Lin Xiao's gaze and sneered without hesitation. He knew that the harder he scolded, the happier Ye Long, Li Xuan and others would be. Only by pleasing them could he get along better in the Shura League in the future.

"I'll give you a chance to apologize to Qingyu!"

Lin Xiao walked slowly towards the curly-haired young man and said in a deep voice.

"Junior brother Lin, forget it!"

At this time, Shi Hao grabbed Lin Xiao. One more thing would be better than one less thing. Besides, if there was a fight, it would be the Qingyu Alliance who would suffer.

"Lin Xiao, we don't want to be like them, so we're leaving."

Jiang Mengyu also advised that there was no way, the Qingyu Alliance was not strong enough and did not dare to challenge the Shura Alliance.

"Lin Xiao, take a step back and the world will be brighter. Come back. The future is long. Don't act on impulse."

Qingshan also said that he didn't want the matter to get too big, otherwise it would be difficult to end.

"Senior Brother Shi, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

Lin Xiao took away Shi Hao's hand and continued to walk towards the curly-haired young man.

"What? Are you not convinced? You want to hit me. Come on, come on. I will go over and let you hit me. If you don't dare to take action, you will be raised by me."

The curly-haired young man sneered and took a few symbolic steps forward. He was sure that Lin Xiao would not dare to take action. All the masters of the Shura Alliance were here, and Lin Xiao was just a newcomer. Forgive him that he did not have the courage yet.

Sure enough, before walking very far, Lin Xiao stopped.

The smile on the corner of the curly-haired young man's mouth became thicker, and he said with disdain, "Originally, I thought you were a little brave, but now it seems that you are just bluffing and useless -"

Whoosh!

Before he finished speaking, a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.

The next moment, the curly-haired young man's pupils shrank suddenly and his face changed drastically. Before he knew it, Lin Xiao appeared in front of him and punched him.