There’s No One I Can’t Mess With

escape!

In Zeng Wanglun's mind, there is only one thought left at the moment, and that is to escape!

If he couldn't escape, he might end up dead today.

But now, as long as he escapes from the ring, Lin Nan's palm will not affect him.

After all, this is a competition in the arena. Before, if his junior brother Zeng Libai could escape from the arena, he would not have been slapped to death.

Whoosh!

Zeng Wanglun's figure suddenly turned into a bolt of lightning and flew out of the ring.

"What? I, I can't be mistaken!"

"Oh my God, Zeng Wang Lun is at large! It's unbelievable!"

"Hey, who is this man? Even Zeng Wanglun is no match for him! He's too strong!"

At this time, all the onlookers saw Zeng Wanglun fleeing, and they were all stunned.

They couldn't believe that one of the five little true monks of Tianzang Temple was attacked by a man and fled in panic. What happened!

This simply overturned everyone's imagination.

At first, everyone thought that Lin Nan would be easily beheaded by Zeng Wanglun. Unexpectedly, in just a few breaths, Zeng Wanglun was reduced to the point where he was about to run away. The reversal was so fast that everyone was surprised .

At this time, the figure of Zeng Wang Lun had already reached the edge of the ring, as long as he was given less than one breath, he could escape from the ring safely.

The current Zeng Wanglun doesn't care about face or the identity of the five little true monks at all. As long as he can survive, everything is not a problem.

But at this moment, Lin Nan's palm finally fell.

boom!

Then, in the eyes of everyone, they saw that Zeng Wang Lun had stepped out of the edge of the ring with one foot, but was suddenly hit by a huge palm, turning into a cloud of blood mist on the spot, and died.

hiss!

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

Those were the five little true monks of Tianzang Temple, and it was unbelievable that he was shot to death on the ring like this.

You must know that the proud son of heaven who has reached the level of the five little true monks does not need to participate in the ring competition at all, and can be promoted directly.

But now, Zeng Wanglun died directly in order to avenge Zeng Libai.

Lin Nan, who had done all this, clapped his hands indifferently, without even looking at the crowd, and walked off the ring directly, as if he had done an insignificant thing.

Only the onlookers around the ring were left, and they let out bursts of exclamation.

At the same moment, the elders of the Immortal King Realm led by Tianzang Temple also sensed the strange phenomenon that Zeng Wanglun's breath disappeared.

"Who? Who is it that actually beheaded the proud son of Tianzang Temple!"

The elder of the Immortal King realm suddenly stood up, his face was gloomy, and he let out a roar.

Beside him, there are four other five little true monks, each of them also showed shock on their faces.

It's unbelievable for them to be beheaded and killed by someone at the level of five little true monks near Qing Mingzong.

Their existence at the limit of the golden immortal peak, how could it be easy to fall apart except for the strong immortal king.

What's more, even if ordinary monks in the early stage of the Immortal King wanted to kill them, it would be impossible to do so, and they might even be killed by them.

And the monks in the middle stage of the Immortal King, or even in the late stage of the Immortal King...

One must know that each of the Immortal King powerhouses is a noble and lofty being, who would kill Zeng Wanglun without incident?

"Elder, what about this?"

Among the five little true monks, a disciple stood up and asked the elder.

"The son of Tianjiao who dared to kill my Tianzang Temple, don't let me find out, otherwise he will definitely bear the wrath of my Tianzang Temple!"

The elder also said angrily.

At the same time, in Tianzang Temple tens of thousands of miles away, Zeng Wanglun's fate card was broken, and the elders of Tianzang Temple knew the news of his fall.

After all, each of the proud sons of heaven like Zeng Wanglun is the future of the sect,

It is also normal to leave a life card.

But not all disciples and elders left their fate tokens, even core disciples like Zeng Libai did not leave their fate tokens in Tianzang Temple.

"It seems that there are so many strong people in the Immortal Dao Society this time!"

An elder of Tianzang Temple sighed a little.

"That's right, the Son of Heaven has fallen so early, and the entire Immortal Dao Society has been held for hundreds of thousands of years, I'm afraid it has never happened before!"

The other elders also nodded in agreement.

After all, it is extremely rare for the proud son of heaven to fall. Unless the competition in the entire Immortal Society is very fierce, and there is an extremely powerful and peerless monk who rises up.

Otherwise, even if you meet the son of Tianjiao at the same level, it is impossible to kill another Tianjiao.

At this time, Lin Nan came to Liu Ruqing's side, still watching the two daughters having the final competition.

As long as they pass this competition, the two daughters will have won a hundred consecutive victories and can enter the second level.

At this time, on the ring, Lin Momo was facing a cultivator at the peak of Jinxian.

However, this cultivator at the peak of Jinxian can only be regarded as an ordinary casual cultivator. In front of Lin Momo, he only supported one move before surrendering and exiting the ring.

Lin Momo didn't kill her either. After all, this is just a competition for selection, not a killing contest.

Subsequently, Lin Momo took the lead in completing the 100-game winning streak.

But at this time, Ling'er was facing a relatively powerful Jinxian peak monk, who was a core disciple of Beichen Palace.

However, although this person is strong, he can be said to be victorious in every battle against ordinary Jinxian peak monks, but unfortunately, he met Ling'er.

boom!

After the two palmed each other, the core disciple of Beichen Palace also frowned.

From the palm just now, he felt an unrivaled power, that kind of power made him feel like he had brushed shoulders with death.

"Do you want to continue? Next, I won't hold back!"

At this time, Ling'er also looked at the core disciple of Beichen Palace who was at the peak of Jinxian, and said lightly.

"I... I admit defeat!"

The Beichen Palace disciple pondered for a moment, and immediately cupped his fists to admit defeat.

Although the person standing opposite is only a 10-year-old girl, and only has the aura of the early stage of true immortality, but he knows that the existence that can cause such a strong pressure on him must not be as simple as it appears on the surface.

And he had an intuition that if he shot again, his life might stay here today.

This is an intuition from the depths of his soul, a fighting consciousness accumulated through millions of battles.

Seeing that Beichen Palace's core disciple voluntarily surrendered, all the onlookers around the ring sneered and sighed.

However, the core disciples of Beichen Palace completely ignored the casual cultivators watching and walked off the ring calmly.

At this moment, Ling'er finally completed a hundred consecutive victories and successfully entered the next level.

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