Mr. Lin's words have the meaning of motivating generals.

Most people knew about it, so they didn't move.

After all... everyone knows that whoever takes the stage first will definitely suffer!

Even if you are strong enough, but... what you have to face is not one opponent, but one opponent after another.

Even if... you can replenish your spiritual energy after each time, your methods are almost used. If you use them again, you won't have the unexpected and fatal blow effect.

So, no one wants to go on stage first.

They all wanted to wait and see.

In particular, the patriarchs and elders of major families, as well as the heads and elders of various sects, they are even less likely to get there first.

Mr. Lin didn't expect this to be the case.

He felt a rare moment of embarrassment.

Then he asked again:

"Isn't anyone the first to fight?"

It was quiet around the circular square, no one spoke.

Mr. Lin said awkwardly: "In that case, let's use the method of drawing lots to determine the order among the candidates who will compete for the position of leader."

"Drawing lots? No need! I, Wu Yong, will go on stage first and have a try!"

Wu Yong jumped out again, he was impatient to wait!

I saw him leap into the air into the center of the circular square.

When Mr. Lin saw this, he looked happy.

Originally, he was quite fed up with Wu Yong. As an immortal cultivator, he had no patience at all.

But at this time, he felt that Wu Yong was really cute.

He was always urging himself just now, not because he was against himself or against Dazzling Academy, but because he really had no patience...

Mr. Lin smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll leave this to you."

After saying this, Mr. Lin jumped into the air.

In the center of the circular square, Wu Yong was the only one left.

Wu Yong stood in the center of the square, with his hands behind his back and a posture of "I am the best in the world". He walked a few steps back and forth in the center of the square. Then he glanced around the circular square and shouted loudly: "Someone comes to challenge

Me? There are still five minutes left. If no one challenges me, then the position of alliance leader will be mine!"

The voice fell.

A figure appeared in the center of the square, standing five meters away from Wu Yong.

"You are so small, at the peak of Feixi Realm, that you dare to claim to be the leader of the alliance? Have you asked me about Qingyang Mansion?"

The man who spoke, holding a cleaver, looked at Wu Yong with a look of disdain and said: "Take action! However, before you take action, I want to tell you that I am in the golden elixir realm, and when the time comes, you will not die.

Know how to die."

Wu Yong glanced at this man and said: "Liu Qing, you dare to scare me. What's so great about the Golden Core Realm? When I didn't come up just now, why didn't you dare to jump up? Now I come up and see me.

It’s the Fetal Breathing Realm, and you just jumped up in a hurry, trying to defeat me to show how powerful you are?”

"Haha...Isn't your Qingyang Mansion just like this?"

When Wu Yong told him what he was thinking, Liu Qing looked at Wu Yong with a livid face, his eyes were cold, and he said angrily: "Originally, I just wanted to teach you a lesson, but now it seems that you are dead... I hope that in the future

My men can survive a round."

After saying these words, Liu Qing assumed a fighting stance, with murderous intent soaring to the sky!

Wu Yong was not angry, he just smiled and said: "Want to kill me? I'm afraid you have no chance!"

"Is it?"

Liu Qing could no longer bear it and struck Wu Yong with a knife.
Chapter completed!