The entrance to the starry sky was completely boiling, and everyone pointed at Bai Ziyue in surprise. They kept saying nasty things, calling him a bitch.
"Bai Ziyue, do you want the Ice Clan to be removed from the top ten families of the Sixth Heaven?!" Several elders from the Fire Clan and the Sword Clan all glared at Bai Ziyue fiercely and started to get angry.
"So what if I am removed from the list? Bai is not interested!"
Bai Ziyue saw with his own eyes the fighting power of Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu. He admired it from the bottom of his heart and said, "When the God-killing Pavilion really rises, there will be no room for the ten major families in Sixth Heaven to comment!"
Ling Luo took a deep look at Bai Ziyue.
Originally, Bai Ziyue had taken advantage of Jianlong, which made her very unhappy, and she had a strong attachment to Bai Ziyue; now seeing Bai Ziyue's reaction in front of everyone, Ling Luo felt that there was no need to argue with him.
"Old Dog Bai is really crazy, he actually said such treasonous words!"
"You are really overestimating your capabilities. Even if the five elements are perfect, so what if a small sect that has just started dares to speak so brazenly. Sooner or later, it will be retribution!"
"Just wait, after arriving in the Secret Realm, we must give them a good show of spirit at the birthday party of Pavilion Master Hua Nongying!"
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Among the many slanderous words, a voice as clear as water sounded: "The Lu clan is willing to join the God-killing Pavilion!"
Another three breaths of dead silence.
They thought they were hallucinating.
But that voice, as clear as water and as warm as a scholar, sounded again: "I, Lu Zhanliang, and the five hundred disciples of the Lu clan who are accompanying me, are at the mercy of Mrs. Xuanyuan, the master of the God-killing Pavilion, and Mr. Xuanyuan from now on."
Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu were slightly stunned, and at the same time turned their heads to look to the west where the sound came from.
Lu Zhanliang is wearing a green robe with ink mist and rain embroidered on the cuffs. He has a handsome face, a calm temperament, and a very gentle smile on his lips.
At this moment, Lu Zhanliang did not look at Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu, but his eyes drifted towards Jian Long, who was dressed in purple and gold clothes.
"Meet Mr. Long."
Lu Zhanliang clasped his hands into his fists and bowed in a very respectful manner.
Jianlong raised his eyebrows, a flash of unknown emotion flashed across his red-black eyes, curled his lips and said, "You're quite sensible."
Lu Zhanliang walked up to Jian Long, with a very gentle smile still hanging on his lips, and said, "Can I take this as Mr. Long's affirmation of me?"
The cheap dragon rolled his eyes, with an unbearable expression on his face, and said, "It's up to you."
Ling Luo smiled.
She walked forward and said to Lu Zhanliang: "Master Lu, don't take it to heart. My cheap dragon is very arrogant. It's not easy for him to talk like this."
Lu Zhanliang nodded with sudden realization and became even more happy. He bowed respectfully to Ling Luo and said, "Thank you, madam, for your advice. I understand."
The corner of Jianlong's eyes twitched hard, and he hit Ling Luo with his elbow. Ling Luo's expression did not change, and he stepped on Jianlong's foot and crushed it.
Cheap Dragon: "!!!"
I suffered a secret loss and was embarrassed to have an attack in front of tens of millions of people.
Ling Luo looked in the direction of Shi Qiansong and Shi Yisong again and found that the two brothers were completely stunned, as if they had been hit hard.
"One thousand and fifteen disciples, Elder Shi, please give me the boarding crystal card." Ling Luo stretched out his hand and made a begging gesture, "I believe that at present, there is no sect that can compare to
We at the God-killing Pavilion are more qualified."