The sound was so powerful that the entire martial arts arena became a sea of cheers.
In the middle of the crowd, the old man who was cheering with his hands raised suddenly realized that something was wrong with the little boy next to him. Starting from the abnormality that the little boy showed just now, the old man paid attention to the little boy from time to time, for fear that something would go wrong with the little boy again.
"Little Moir! What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Seeing that the little boy's eyes were dull, the old man couldn't help but frown, and asked in the little boy's ear.
Hearing the old man's voice, little Moir couldn't help but be startled. Then he stretched out his young hands, pointed at the thin figure on the high platform, and said in a sweet voice: "Grandpa, that brother is smiling at me again!"
Hearing Little Moll's words, the old man couldn't help but follow his hand suspiciously. He was startled when he saw it. He hurriedly pulled Little Moll's hand back and hissed in his ear: "Little Moll."
Darling, that’s not my brother, but the extremely noble king of our undead clan. Don’t talk nonsense in front of others, remember!”
"Why can't you call me brother?" Little Moll frowned and asked with some dissatisfaction.
"Little Moir, be obedient and don't call me brother!" the old man showed a wry smile and patiently consoled him.
"It doesn't matter! As long as he is willing, it doesn't matter what he calls him!" At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came into the old man's ears.
"Shut up, how can you say such disrespectful words in front of children!" Hearing these disrespectful words, the old man couldn't help but show a trace of anger on his face, and then turned around and shouted. However, at the next moment, the old man's expression suddenly froze.
, because he suddenly realized that the person in front of him looked somewhat familiar.
At this moment, the entire martial arts arena became extremely quiet. Almost everyone's eyes were focused on the old man. In front of the old man, a young man was looking at the old man with a smile.
This young man is none other than Ling Yun!
Just when he was chanting the mantra, Ling Yun, as the leader, discovered that there was someone in the crowd who could resonate with the mantra, and then Ling Yun discovered the existence of Little Mol.
Therefore, after opening his eyes, Ling Yun couldn't wait to find the location of Little Moll, soared into the sky and flew towards this direction amidst everyone's astonished gazes.
At this time, the old man was patiently comforting the little boy and did not notice the changes in the entire martial arts field. Therefore, when he found Ling Yun behind him, he showed a confused expression.
The old man looked at Ling Yun in bewilderment, then at the clan members kneeling all around him and the astonished expressions on their faces. Then he turned to look at the high platform and saw that there was only Hayes' figure on the high platform. At this moment, he
Only then did he react, his face suddenly turned pale, he knelt down in a hurry, and said in horror: "I have been reckless and have undoubtedly offended the king. Please atone for my sin!"
"Forget it, it was an unintentional mistake on your part. Let's all get up!" Ling Yun smiled slightly and caressed him casually. Everyone felt that a gentle spiritual power was forcibly lifting him up. This hand alone made everyone's eyes even more revealing.
Admiring eyes.
Passing over the old man, Ling Yun came directly to the little boy, squatted down, and asked with a smile: "Little guy, what's your name?"
"My name is Moore, brother, what's your name?" The little boy looked at Ling Yun curiously and asked innocently.
Hearing the little boy's words, Ling Yun couldn't help but smile, but the old man beside him was trembling with fright. Then he glared at the little boy, and then said in fear: "The child is childlike, Wang.
There is a lot of power, don’t blame me!”
Ling Yun smiled and shook his head, indicating that the old man did not need to worry, and then smiled at the little boy and said: "My name is Ling Yun. If Little Moir likes, you can call me brother Ling Yun!"
"Well! From now on, Moir, let me call you Brother Lingyun!" the little boy said with a bright smile on his face.
"Old man, I want to take little Moll there to sit there, do you mind?" Ling Yun stood up, held little Moll in his arms, and smiled at the old man.
Seeing that the little boy was being held in Ling Yun's arms without showing any rejection, the old man couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He saw that the little boy was looking at him, seeming to be asking questions.
"Little Moir, go with the king, and remember to be good. Grandpa is waiting for you here!" The old man showed a kind smile, touched the little boy's tender little hand, and said.
"Yes!" The little boy nodded and then smiled.
After receiving the old man's approval, Ling Yun held the little boy in his arms and soared into the sky again, heading towards the stands. As he was flying away, there were once again exclamations of surprise from all around.
Hayes was also a little confused about Ling Yun's unusual behavior. When he saw Ling Yun returning with a boy in his arms, he couldn't help showing a confused expression.
"Grandpa, I'll leave this to you, I'm going to Senior Hanston's place!"
Listening to the whispers in his ears, Hayes couldn't help but shook his head secretly. It seemed that he could only ask Ling Yun for clarification after the memorial service was over.
Hayes coughed twice, and then started his infectious speech again, which immediately attracted everyone's attention back to Ling Yun.
Ling Yun took little Moir and slowly flew towards the stands. Little Moir hugged Ling Yun's neck tightly, for fear of falling, but gradually, the little guy actually liked the feeling of flying, and then started dancing.
Get up, very excited!
Seeing Little Mol's excited look, Ling Yun's heart moved, and then he smiled and said: "Little Mol, do you like flying?"
"Well, Moll likes this feeling!" Little Moll said with a sweet smile.
"Little Moir, do you want to try it yourself?" Ling Yun then smiled.
Little Moll hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't resist the temptation and nodded. Seeing this, Ling Yun couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and then wrapped Little Moll's body with his mental power, letting him escape from his arms and slowly float in the sky.
In the void, they flew side by side to the stands.
Seeing that he was really flying in the air, Little Mol gradually came out of his initial fear, his pale face turned rosy, and then he shouted happily: "I'm really flying!"
Looking at the little Moll suspended in the air, the old man couldn't help but gulped. Although he knew that with Ling Yun by his side, little Moll would be fine, his heart was still beating wildly.
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"Little Moir, do you like this feeling?" Ling Yun asked with a smile.
"Moll likes this feeling. When Moll gets bigger, he will fly with his grandpa!" Little Moll raised his fist and said with a raised eyebrow.
Hearing Xiao Moer's words, Ling Yun couldn't help but smile.
Seeing Ling Yun returning with a little boy, the elders in the stands stood up to greet him one after another, even at the grand stand. After Ling Yun took the little boy to sit down, everyone took their seats again.
"Little Mol, do you want to stay here?" Ling Yun pulled Little Mol to sit on the highest throne and asked with a smile.
Little Moore was silent for a moment, then shook his head.
"Why? Doesn't Little Moir like to be with brother Ling Yun?" Ling Yun's eyes lit up and he asked with a smile.
"No, although Moll likes his brother, Moll still wants to go back with his grandfather. Moll can't bear to leave his grandfather!" Little Moll said seriously.
"I see..." A hint of surprise flashed in Ling Yun's eyes, and then he murmured to himself.
At this moment, Hayes' passionate speech finally came to an end, and then came another important link after the memorial ceremony, which was the free challenge among the tribesmen!
"As we all know, after praying, it is time for the challenge after the memorial ceremony. During this period, everyone is free to choose their opponent. As for the rules, everyone knows it, but I want to remind you that if there is anything between you,
No matter how much resentment there is, after all, we are all members of the same clan, there is no need to fight with our lives, just try to stop it! Okay, no more nonsense, let’s start the free challenge!”
As soon as Hayes finished speaking, a necromancer stood up and walked slowly towards the high platform. After boarding the high platform, this man first saluted Hayes, and then pointed at someone in the crowd,
Full of hatred, he shouted loudly: "Abel! When the enemy took away my beloved, today is the time for you to seek justice!"
At this moment, a man stood up in the crowd. This man had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, his face was pale, and there was a faint evil light in his eyes.
"Hmph! Why do you want to challenge me? A mere third-level awakener is simply looking for death!"
The guy named Abel snorted coldly, then jumped out of the crowd and slowly climbed onto the high platform. He also saluted Hayes first, then released his spiritual power and felt the release.
Regarding mental power, some of the surrounding necromancers couldn't help but show a hint of surprise, because the intensity of this mental power was at level five, and level five mental power was considered pretty good among the undead clan.
But the man on the high platform turned ugly, looked at Abel, and said bitterly: "I didn't expect you to break through to level five!"
"It's good to know. I don't have time to play with you, a third-level rookie. Just go back and challenge me when you have enough strength! Haha~~" Abel laughed arrogantly.
"Abel, don't be complacent. Although my strength is not as good as yours, we still don't know who will win in the end!" After that, the man also released his spiritual power. Although it was not as good as Abel, it was still at the peak level of level four, far from level five.
The degree is not far apart.
Seeing this, Abel's face changed slightly, and then he said coldly: "I didn't expect you to break through to level four in such a short period of time. It seems I can't do it without giving you a lesson!"
"You are the one who deserves to be taught a lesson!" the man roared, and then began to summon skeleton warriors.
Seeing this, Abel showed no sign of weakness and also summoned the skeleton warrior, and then the two began to fight with real guns and swords.
Ling Yun didn't have much interest in a duel of this level. The only thing that caught his attention was what the man started to say.
The one he loved was taken away... This reminded Ling Yun of the bad habits that the undead clan had formed for a long time. Maybe it was time to change all this. Ling Yun sighed secretly.
Little Moir, who was sitting next to Ling Yun, was watching with great interest. In his opinion, this kind of duel might only be seen in science fiction movies. Now that it was real in front of him, how could he not be interested?
?
A quarter of an hour passed, and the duel had already concluded. Although the difference between the two was only one level, the gap between them was obvious. In the end, the challenger lay on the ground with a bone spear stuck in his abdomen, and the surrounding area was stained red with blood.
On the ground, the whole person was dying, but his opponent also paid a heavy price. Abel's left shoulder was also pierced by a bone arrow, and blood flowed out uncontrollably.
The challenger was carried off in time and sent for treatment, while Abel also stepped down to receive treatment.
Faced with such a bloody result, people not only did not back down, but even more enthusiastically rushed to the high platform to challenge their enemies. The ensuing battle was still bloody, and the result was also disastrous.
Looking at it, Ling Yun couldn't stand it anymore. At this moment, he not only thought of Hill, the person who had vowed to challenge him. If he hadn't already had the strength to completely suppress him, maybe this battle would also be very difficult.
It's tragic...
Thinking of this, Ling Yun couldn't help but feel a little strange. Hayes said that he had rushed back, but there was still no trace of him. Could it be that he had really given up?
Just when Ling Yun was secretly suspicious, a strange consciousness suddenly swept across the entire martial arts arena.
Feeling that spiritual consciousness searching for something without any scruples, Ling Yun couldn't help but frown. Such a blatant search clearly did not take the undead clan seriously.
And at the next moment, an annoyingly arrogant voice suddenly sounded.
"I thought why the experts gathered here, but I didn't expect it to be just a bunch of rabble who can't even get on the stage!"
Hearing this somewhat harsh sound, the entire martial arts arena suddenly became agitated, and even the duel on the high platform stopped due to this.
Just after the sound sounded, several figures suddenly flew from the horizon, and everyone's eyes were focused on those uninvited guests.
Because of the words just now, the old men in the grandstand showed angry faces. However, seeing that the three leaders of Hanston did not show any action, the old men secretly suppressed the anger in their hearts and followed quietly to watch what happened.
There were four people coming, three of them were old men with immortal demeanor, and their whole bodies exuded a smell that was out of the ordinary world, but the face of the other one could not be seen clearly because he was actually held in the hands of the old man who was the leader.
Although the face could not be seen clearly, everyone could clearly see that the person was wearing a robe unique to the undead clan.
Ling Yun took a deep breath. At this moment, he had vaguely guessed the identity of the person. On this special day, even the necromancer waiting in the foggy forest would be summoned and could appear outside the castle.
Ling Yun could only think of one person who was captured, and that was - Hill!
At this moment, the old man at the head suddenly threw the person in his hand down, and said unceremoniously: "This little guy must be one of your tribesmen. He has a very tough mouth, which caused me to delay my business.
Small punishments and big warnings serve as a warning to others!"
As the figure was thrown down casually, the crowd below couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared and caught it immediately.
Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared, the three old men couldn't help but move slightly, with a look of surprise on their faces.
Ling Yun hugged the man and slowly fell to the ground. Looking at the blood-stained face, Ling Yun's eyes couldn't help but narrowed slightly. Yes, the person in his arms was Hill, but now Hill's breath was weak.
He was obviously dying. Although he didn't know what happened, Ling Yun was certain that the fault was not with Hill!
Ling Yun slowly placed Hill on the ground, then called the ambulance crew and began to give him first aid.
Looking at Hill who was undergoing first aid, Ling Yun's face couldn't help but turn gloomy. Then he raised his head and looked at the three old men standing in the sky, his eyes filled with coldness.
Looking at Ling Yun's sharp gaze, the three old men couldn't help but frown, and then the leader of the old man couldn't help but snorted coldly and said: "Where did this ignorant junior come from, how dare you be rude to me and others!"
Even after releasing powerful pressure, Ling Yun ignored the pressure on himself. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth, showed a cold smile, and said lightly: "Senior Hanston, please three of you.
Take action and capture these three old bastards who don't understand etiquette. I have something to ask them!"
Hearing that Ling Yun actually called himself an old bastard, the three old men were considered to be people of some status, but after being treated like this, they immediately became furious and wanted to teach the rude junior a lesson.
However, at the next moment, the faces of the three old men all changed, their eyes revealed a trace of extreme horror, and their entire bodies seemed to have been cast by a restraining spell.
