After reaching out to take the three bottles of sub-blood and "Witchcraft Classics", Lin Junyi also felt a little excited. The three bottles of sub-blood can cultivate three super experts for the Lin family, and the "Witchcraft Classics" was before seeing Gu Feng.
He also yearned for comparison.
In this battle, a defensive rune "Vajra Talisman" and a combat rune "Fire Dragon Talisman". Although these two runes can be sold at a sky-high price, they can be exchanged for three bottles of sub-blood and "Witchcraft"
Classics are absolutely worth it!
With a slight smile, Lin Junyi nodded to the referee, jumped off the arena, and walked to Elder Yang and others.
"Senior Brother Qin!"
"Senior Brother Qin!"[
Many disciples who came to watch the competition respectfully greeted Lin Junyi. In this battle, Lin Junyi's strength completely conquered them.
This is the world of warriors. Strength is the most important thing, and age is the boss.
Smiling at them, Lin Junyi bowed to Elder Yang and bowed: "Elder Yang."
"Well, I performed well just now." Elder Yang praised. With his strength, it was naturally obvious that Lin Junyi was taking advantage of the situation. However, this life-and-death battle is not limited, and no means are illegal.
Lin Junyi was able to adapt to changes when locked up, which instead demonstrated his wit and flexibility in fighting.
"Feng'er!"
At this moment, a miserable voice came over.
Then, a group of people pulled out the crowd in a mess and rushed over like crazy. The leader was a thin old man. He rushed to the competition arena in panic, and he was about to see the broken ground.
After the flesh was flesh, my body shook and seemed to faint immediately.
Fortunately, I finally settled down.
The thin body was trembling slightly. After the old man stood on the stage for a long time, he turned around. A pair of small eyes hidden in the cloak burst out with a huge murderous intent: "Who killed me."
The grandson, stand up and die!”
"Guan, your grandson was so arrogant that he insisted on signing a life-and-death contract. Now that he died, he would die in vain. Do you still want to seek revenge?" Elder Yang stood up in fear and shouted.
"Yang Xing! It was your disciple of the Divine Sword Tribe who killed my grandson? Who is it? What kind of virtue is your Divine Sword Tribe? Who has the ability to kill my grandson?" Gu Qian roared.
"I killed it!" Lin Junyi stepped forward.
"Die!" Gu Gun shouted, and his whole body soared into the air like a white crane. He suddenly slashed towards Lin Junyi. His simple palm was accompanied by the pressure. Under the locking of this palm, Lin Junyi moved completely.
No.
Seeing that this palm was about to slash, suddenly-
boom!
A big palm came out from nowhere, and he strongly collided with the palm of Gu Gun, and repelled it.
"Gu Gu Gu Gun, don't be arrogant!" Elder Yang forced the Gu Gun to retreat with one palm, protected Lin Junyi tightly behind him and shouted angrily.
"Guan, this place is Oriental Square, not your God Witch Tribe. If you want to swear wildly, you won't choose a place?" The referee's face also became cold, and he was not afraid of Guan.
"Hmph! The revenge of killing Sun is irreconcilable!" Gu Qiang's eyes stared at Lin Junyi like a poisonous snake, "Unless you always protect him, I will kill him with my own hands to pay tribute to the spirit of the sky who lost Sun!"[
"Guan, I'm not afraid to tell you that this kid is my apprentice. If you dare to touch a hair of his hair, I, Yang Xing, will never stop!" Elder Yang also put down his harsh words.
Lin Junyi was not a tidy heart. He had an ordinary impression of Elder Yang, but now he said this, he also felt a little more favorable.
/
"Collection of Feng'er's corpse." Gu Qiang said to a disciple beside him, his expression full of grief.
When the disciple heard the order, he stepped forward and carefully received every piece of minced meat and every piece of closure in a box. After a while, when he could no longer find any minced meat or closure, the entire collection process came to an end.
"The green mountains will not change and the green water will flow forever. I will always remember this account in my heart. One day I will return a hundred times. I will say goodbye!" Gu Qian's eyes swept over Lin Junyi, as if he wanted to remember his image in his heart.
Then, he led a group of disciples to leave.
"Hehe... I lost it and gained it from the east corner. Gufeng died, but a more powerful Gu gun came out. This deal is not a loss." Looking at Gu gun's back as he left angrily, Zhen Yujian's face was full of people.
I was delighted.
"Senior Brother, that kid is dead!" Lu Sen leaned against Zhen Yujian and said in a low voice, his tone full of joy.
Who is Gun?
The first elder of the Divine Sword Tribe has reached the eighth level of entering the holy realm, and is not weaker than the elders of most inner sects. Such an existence wants to kill a little Luo Luo like Lin Junyi, how can he
Not the same thing to play.
"You are looking for death! Don't say such words at this time. When Elder Yang hears you, do you still want to live?" Zhen Yujian's face changed and he scolded in a low voice.
Lu Sen's face suddenly changed drastically, and he shut up in time.
"Qin Qin, you don't have to take this old ghost's words to heart! Although my Divine Sword Tribe is only ranked eighth, I am not afraid of their Divine Witch Tribe." Yang Xing comforted Lin Junyi: "But, that old ghost will revenge.
Don’t go out alone for a while, so as not to give him an opportunity to take advantage of it.”
Lin Junyi nodded, feeling a little distressed. He killed the younger one, but a more perverted old one appeared, which was really a headache.
"Okay, everyone will go back and rest. There will be competition tomorrow. Let's go back and nourish your energy!"
...
On a street on the east side of Oriental Plaza, Zhen Yujian, Lu Sen and others walked side by side on this street.
"Senior Brother, I originally thought that spending a bottle of sub-blood to let Gu Feng kill that boy would be a big loss! This bottle of sub-blood is the reward you received only when you do the numbering tasks for the tribe. Over the years, you have only just been using it.
Get this bottle." Lu Sen smiled and said, "But after the Gun came out, I think this bottle of sub-blood is worth it!"
Zhen Yujian didn't laugh: "Don't be too happy too early!"
His expression was suffocated, and no one knew what he meant. Gu Chin put down his words and wanted to kill that kid. Isn't it worth being happy?
"Elder Yang is dedicated to protecting him. If he chooses to be a turtle with a headscarf, even a Gu Gun will have no choice." Zhen Yu Jian said: "But during this period, he will have a chance to kill us one by one.
!”
hiss!
Everyone immediately took a breath of air, but forgot this point. No matter how powerful the Gu Gun is, he has no choice but to deal with the boy with Elder Yang's protection. But that boy has a chance to kill him and others, even if he kills him.
Elder Yiyang will definitely turn a blind eye to his protection.[
A cold air suddenly surged from the soles of his feet, and everyone couldn't help but fight a cold war.
"Senior Brother, what should we do now?"
"What should I do?" Zhen Yujian's gaze burst out with a sharp look: "We can only take the initiative! We will contact Gu Chin and cooperate with him inside and outside, and we will definitely be able to kill that kid!"
"Will the nature of the people in the Divine Witch Tribe be too serious?" someone asked worriedly.
"Serious nature? Is nature important, or is life important?" Zhen Yujian asked back and asked the man in a dumb way: "If everyone doesn't object, the charter, you are eloquent and eloquent. If you are here, you are eloquent and eloquent. If you are exposed to Gu Gun, you are in trouble.
, I'll leave it to you, how about it?"
This charter was also the last few times that he clamored to kill Lin Junyi. If Lin Junyi took revenge, he would definitely not be able to escape. He immediately agreed to the task assigned by Zhen Yujian.
...
Above the street, there is a restaurant with many grades on the second floor.
Gu Qiang and several disciples were sitting in front of a table in the corner, filled with delicious food and wine, but at this time, no one dared to take a bite.
No one took the initiative to speak, and the food and drinks gradually became cold.
Bang!
Suddenly, the Gu Gun lined up on the table, and the table was filled with wine and food, and the whole table was split into pieces under that row: "Die!"
"I dare to kill my grandson. I want you to suffer all the cruel punishments in the world, and cut them to death with one knife!" The eyes seemed to be about to protrude, and the eyes hidden in the cloak of Gun were covered with bloody red.
.
The diners next to them all stood in a distance, fearing that the fish in the pond would be affected.
"Master, please calm down, your anger will hurt your body." A disciple standing next to Gu Qiang buried his head and comforted him.
"Who is the elder of Gu Gun Valley?" At this moment, a little beggar suddenly ran down with a letter in his hand and asked with a look around.
"What are you looking for my master?" One of Gu Gun's disciples walked out.
"Big...Master, hello... The young man was entrusted by someone to deliver a letter to Elder Gu. This is the letter." The little beggar Lian handed the letter in his hand.
With a swish, the disciple snatched the letter and waved his hand in annoyance, "Okay, the letter has been delivered, you can leave."
The little beggar bowed and bowed, turned around and left quickly.
"Master, this letter..."
Gu Qiang had no intention of reading any letters at this moment. He was immersed in the sorrow of his grandson being killed and his resentment that he was eager to take revenge. He waved his hand and said, "Don't bother me."
“Yes, Master.”
"I won't eat anymore! Go back to the inn to prepare for tomorrow's competition." Gu Qiang said and walked out of the inn.
"Huh? Master, this letter..."
Halfway through the journey, the disciple who received the letter couldn't help but open the letter curiously. As soon as he looked at it, his eyes lit up.
"I said it, I won't read it anymore!" Gu Qiang looked disgusted.
"Master, this letter is related to Gufeng..."
"Huh?" Hearing the words Gu Feng, Gu Qiang's steps suddenly stopped, turned around, and snatched the letter from the disciple's hand. He glanced at him and raised his eyebrows slightly. After reading it quickly,
He rubbed his hands and the letter immediately turned into ashes.