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He was proud of his genius, but he failed to attend the genius event. It was the pain of his life.

Ling Hao pointed it out in public, as if he had uncovered his fig leaf, which made him very angry. He stared at Ling Hao with his eyes viciously and said sinisterly: "Damn fat man, do you dare to say something more? Believe it or not, I'll strip you of your skin?"

"Just say it, can I still be afraid of you? I, Ling'er, don't have cowards!" Ling Hao snorted coldly, "You are just a waste, you only dare to act violently in front of us. If you arrive at the genius festival, you don't even have the qualification to be cannon fodder!"

"Fatty, you're looking for death!"

The disciple of Guiyi Sect roared, his eyes red, "If I, Song Youlin, don't kill you, I will not be a human being!"

boom!

Song Youlin's figure suddenly flashed, landed in front of Ling Hao, and slapped it out.

This is the seventh level of the dignified Martial King. How powerful is he?

One palm can trample on a small mountain.

Wow!

Ling Hao screamed and flew backwards, his bones broke more than half. Song Youlin stepped on his chest and said sinisterly: "Little fat man, you are just an ant, and you dare to insult the real dragon? But I will give you a chance to survive. As long as you kneel down and shout that Ling Jianchen is a waste, I will let you go!"

"Pooh!"

Ling Hao spat and sneered, "Brother Jian Chen is the real dragon. What a fuck? At most, it's a loach!"

"Damn it, do you say it?"

Song Youlin broke Ling Hao's left leg with one foot and said sinisterly.

Ling Hao groaned, his face full of blood, and his chubby little face was full of determination: "Brother Jian Chen is the real dragon, you are the earthworm, loach..."

"court death!"

Song Youlin raised his legs again, cut off Ling Hao's hands and feet one after another, leaned over and asked, "I'll ask for it last time, do you say it or not? If you don't say anything, I'll kill you!"

"Brother Jian Chen is a real dragon, you are...ah..."

Before Ling Hao could finish his words, Song Youlin kicked him hard in the chest, and he was about to kill him. But at this moment, a cold wind broke through the air and forced Song Youlin away with a bang.

Song Youlin's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the figure condensed by the cold wind: "Who is not eye-catching? Do you dare to care about my other people's business?"

"Ling, Mr. Ling?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Ling is back..."

"The trash of Tianhua Sect and Guiyi Sect, you are waiting to bear the anger of Mr. Ling!"

The earth-shaking cheers suddenly sounded in the crowd, causing the powerful people of Tianhua Sect and Guiyi Sect to show a look of horror.

Song Youlin's face changed and he looked at the sudden appearance with a gloomy face: "Are you Ling Jianchen?"

Ling Jianchen never looked at him from beginning to end, but looked at Ling Hao beside him, shook his head and said, "You guy, you are still the same after so many years. So what if you scold me a few words? Wouldn't you save the pain?"

"Impossible. If you want me to scold you, you would rather die!" Ling Hao grinned.

"You, you!"

Ling Jianchen smiled slightly and said, "Do you want to take revenge with your own hands?"

"ah?"

Ling Hao was stunned, then smiled bitterly, "Brother Jian Chen, don't joke about me. How could I take revenge in my current situation?" His dantian was forced and had not yet recovered.

not to mention……

He is now ruined by Song Youlin.

Ling Jianchen smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, I can give you a chance to fight fairly. Just tell me, do you have confidence?"

Ling Hao hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth suddenly: "Yes!"

"That's good!"

Ling Jianchen nodded and took out a pill to Ling Hao. Ling Hao was shocked. With the crackling sound, his broken bones and broken dantian were all recovered in the blink of an eye.

"This, how is this possible?"

"Fuck, what kind of magic medicine is that? It can actually restore such a fat man's serious injury? Moreover, his dantian has recovered? Although it is only the real spirit realm, it has recovered him in real value!"

Everyone was shocked.

Ling Jianchen looked at Ling Hao with a smile: "Now, you can go and take revenge!"

Ka?

Everyone was stunned.

Song Youlin was most shocked, and then a look of anger appeared on his face and shouted angrily: "Ling Jianchen, you are too arrogant. Let this waste from the True Spirit Realm come to kill me?"

"Ling Hao is a waste? Then what are you?" Ling Jianchen smiled coldly.

Song Youlin snorted coldly: "I am the seventh level of King Wu..."

"No, no, you are not King Wu!"

Ling Jianchen's smile remained the same, and he bounced his fingers, and a muffled sound. Song Youlin screamed. His cultivation level was regressing rapidly and was swallowed by Ling Jianchen. Soon, his cultivation level fell to the first level of the True Spirit Realm, exactly the same as Ling Hao.

"Impossible, this is impossible, my cultivation..." Song Youlin looked shocked and couldn't believe it.

Ling Jianchen looked at Ling Hao: "Now, you can take revenge!"

"Hahaha, Song Youlin, weren't you crazy just now? Die for me!"

Ling Hao burst out.

"Damn it, even if I fall into the True Spirit Realm, you can't..." Song Youlin roared angrily. Before he could finish his words, he was knocked out by Ling Hao.

Wow!

His chest collapsed, as if he had hit a mountain.

"Impossible, your strength..." Song Youlin looked horrified.

Ling Hao was also stunned. He didn't expect his power to be so terrifying. He then rushed forward with a laugh. His fist was as crazy as a demon, falling down with a loud bang.

Each punch brought a splash of blood.

"Let you scold me for being fat!"

"I'll let you scold Brother Jian Chen..."

"You asked me to kneel down and scold Brother Jian Chen? You are looking for death..."

Bang bang!

Ling Hao roared every punch, and after a hundred punches, he was exhausted. And Song Youlin had turned into a pool of meat paste and was tortured and killed by him.
Chapter completed!