This loud shout immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

Everyone turned around and saw a handsome young man sitting on the side of the field. He sat on the side of the auditorium, like a very enthusiastic audience.

At this time, the man stood up, jumped onto the competition platform, and pulled the young man who had already lost his strength on the ground. He slashed his sleeves regardless of the other party's complicated gaze: "Come on, brother, teach you what it means to beat the enemy with open and open means."

This was both a bit sarcastic and represented the orthodox Wai Sect's breath. Everyone looked at her and immediately felt a breath in their hearts.

Jinghong is very young, but he is also a master of the Chisect leader. There are not many who are present than Jinghong. Especially those who are watching the game are ordinary disciples. They are both envious and jealous of these noble inner disciples, and they want to see what level you are.

Jinghong's ancient martial arts level is indeed very high, and there is a reason for being proud. Therefore, when the disciples of the Waimen saw such a proud person being defeated by their Fusang warlock or a poisonous dart, their activities were very complicated.

Of course, this young man who came on stage was Ling Yi.

Jiang Tianyang's master wanted to teach his junior brother a lesson and kill him a lesson. Jiang Tianyang dared not go up, but Ling Yi dared that no matter how long the Chimen's manpower was, he would not be able to take care of Qingmen.

Ling Yi didn't mind Jinghong's unwillingness to look at him. Falling means losing. Whether it is defeated by an attack or a sneak attack, it is defeated.

Fighting and fighting are a dark behavior in itself. Do you still expect the other party to be open and upright in this dark behavior?

This is also the fact, and this is even more true. However, Ling Yi still wanted to ridicule these Fusang warlocks like this. Because Ling Yi already understood what was going on in the 14th flag in front of him?

A group of guys selling dog meat with sheep heads hanging on them, just spokespersons of the Huomen in the Fusang Islands. I think that the Huomen's boss finally found an excuse like the Fourteenth Flag. If he didn't provoke him, he would probably not even sleep.

At this time, Ling Yi walked with confidence.

However, in Jinghong's heart, there was an unnatural feeling.

He thought that Ling Yi was walking like this, and he seemed to care about the people around him, let alone his Jinghong, or even his senior brother Jiang Tianyang.

Jinghong was powerful, but no matter how angry he was, he could do nothing.

After meeting the Fusang Warlock's expression, Ling Yi was not only not nervous at all, but instead smiled so brilliantly.

It seems that in Ling Yi's heart, this Fusang warlock is not qualified to be on this table like him.

After pretending to be silent for a while, Ling Yiqian stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other party: "I'm very happy to know you, my name is Ling Yi."

The Fusang warlocked his lips and said, "My name is Heiyu."

Oh, it turned out to be Heiyu, Ling Yi nodded: "But, this doesn't matter."

His words changed, and several people didn't react. He looked at Heiyu with a smile. "I heard my friend tell me that someone was following him. When he suspected that he was a thief, the other party said that he was a Fusang native. My friend told me again just now that he found the Fusang native who was following him. I heard that it was your brother."

"I want to ask my friend if you have any opinions on me? It seems that following others do something. This is not something a real man should do. A real man stands tall and does these sloppy things, does it make people feel that he underestimated a lot."

Ling Yi's words were very stressful, and the sharpness of pressure directly forced the people on the other side.

This made many people around him feel that the person in front of him is a knife, and no one can easily conceal or ignore his sharpness.

Heiyu's face looked ugly, and he smiled reluctantly, without answering the other party's questions directly.

Seeing that he didn't answer the question, Ling Yi shrugged: "Actually, I'm not as excessive as you thought. I just wanted to simply ask this brother. If you have any objections to me, then we can just say it and don't bully the children."

His eyes fell on the blood of the storm on the ground, and the blood had slowly turned black. Seeing this, Ling Yi hurriedly gave Jiang Tianyang beside him a wink. When Jiang Tianyang met his wink, he immediately nodded gratefully and quickly took his junior brother back to treat.

"Tell me, what are you doing? A good slander competition, are you going to kill people? You have so many poisonous insects and weeds in the Fusang Islands. Is it a bit too much for you to bring these poisonous insects and weeds to our mainland China? It's okay to bring them here, but no one knows if you don't say it. Now it's all used on our junior brother. Isn't it even more too much?"

This made everyone applaud. Heiyu had a cold face and his whole face turned pale, just like a zombie.

He neither made any remarks or felt so embarrassing about anything the other party said, but just looked at him with a steady look.

Heiyu suddenly turned his head and looked at the rostrum next to him, as if he was seeking someone's advice. Everyone followed his eyes and saw the Fusang black-robed guest sitting next to the Great Elder.

Heiyu moved his lips, as if he was talking to someone, but no one here heard his mouth making a sound.

Finally, Heiyu stopped his words and turned to Ling Yi: "You are a very respectable opponent. I am willing to compete with you in this match. I hope you respect this decision."

Obviously, from the blunt Chinese language, Heiyu is indeed a native of the Fusang Islands.

"No problem, I respect all the people who deserve my respect. There is no problem in fighting. As long as you do next, I'm sorry for the four words "Auntie Guardian."

After saying this, Ling Yi nodded slowly.

People around him saw Ling Yi's expression very serious.

But then, Ling Yi's words immediately turned to being inappropriate, "Oh, by the way, the names of you Fusang Islanders are a bit difficult to remember. If this happens next time, you don't have to directly sign up for your name, just use the number of contestants."

This is a bit damn, but Heiyu didn't understand what it means. He nodded directly: "Okay, next time."

The people around laughed. These men were really interesting. The originally serious atmosphere in the venue was instantly broken, and Jiang Tianyang's master also breathed a sigh of relief.

But then he looked at Ling Yi in the field with some confusion. He did feel that Ling Yi from Qingmen saved their Chimen and saved his Jinghong disciple.

But this time the limelight seemed to be snatched away by them, so the white-haired old man's face became gloomy.

Jiang Tianyang knew what his master was thinking at a glance. He sighed a little and helped the junior brother who was silent next to him up.

This time, the junior brother did not refuse his senior brother's support, but followed him obediently. Looking at the little junior brother Jiang Tianyang's expression of silent expression, Jiang Tianyang felt that he wanted to laugh very much.

It seems that if the master asked him to cut a bad job, it would be completely realized. Now, let’s detoxify him as soon as possible.

This little thing finally knew to be obedient, muttered in a low voice, turned to look at the man in black robe in front of him.
Chapter completed!