"The Lingyun Sword Sect is ignorant of life and death, now is the time for you to pay the price."
Leng Binghuang looked gloomy, stretched out his hand to grab, and a ball of light fell into his palm. The one he caught was Ling Jianyi.
On the other side, Ling Jianfeng's expression was as calm as ever, with no hint of happiness or anger.
He also grabbed a ball of light, and it turned out to be Leng Hanchuan.
After the results were announced, everyone present was in an uproar. It was true that the two people who had just clashed were drawn together.
"Well……"
Leng Hanchuan was dumbfounded for a moment. He gritted his teeth and was full of momentum. He was fully prepared, hoping to draw Ye Bufan.
Even if you can't do what you want, others can do it.
In his eyes, Ling Jianyi was the strongest in the entire Lingyun Sword Sect. As long as he avoided the other party, no one else would take him seriously.
It's scary that God just played the biggest prank on him and directly put the two of them together.
I have been taught a lesson once before at the foot of the mountain. There is a big difference in strength between the two of them. How can they be compared?
Entering the ring at this time, the only suspense is how he will be beaten, how many moves he failed, and how disastrous the final result will be.
"Hahaha……"
In contrast, Ling Jianyi was extremely cheerful, and after a burst of laughter, he jumped onto the ring.
"It seems that we are really destined. The fight at the bottom of the mountain just now was not enough. Come up and let's fight!"
Everyone else also looked over, especially those who knew the conflict at the foot of the mountain. Their eyes were full of banter, and they were interested to see what would happen next.
"I……"
Leng Hanchuan's expression changed, and he felt extremely aggrieved.
Taking the stage at this time is a self-inflicted humiliation. There is no hope of winning at all, it can only be embarrassing.
But if you don't go up and admit defeat directly in front of so many people, you will still lose your face.
Tangled and hesitant, in a dilemma, he didn't know what to do for a while.
Seeing that there was no movement on his side, Gongyang Jian looked over sharply.
"I'll give you three breaths to consider. Either go on stage and fight, or just admit defeat. Don't waste time!"
"I……"
Leng Hanchuan hesitated again and again, but finally made a decision.
Although it is a bit embarrassing to admit defeat on the spot, it is better than going up and being tortured.
If there had been no previous conflict, the opponent would have defeated him at best without making too many moves, but in this situation, he would inevitably be severely humiliated.
"I...I give up!"
The three words that came out of his mouth made him feel extremely aggrieved and angry.
"Boy, just wait for me, my people from Bingyun Valley will not let you go!"
Looking in the direction of Ye Bufan, Leng Hanchuan said a harsh word.
He put all his resentment on the other party, wishing that his fellow goalkeeper Ye Bufan would be cut into pieces to avenge himself.
The people around him didn't know this, so they suddenly became noisy.
"What's going on? Isn't Bingyun Valley the strongest? Why did you admit defeat on the spot? Isn't it a shame..."
"Legend has it that this is the direct disciple of the sect master. He is too weak. He doesn't even have the courage to stand on stage..."
"You don't know that I was beaten once at the foot of the mountain. If you go up at this time, you will only get a second beating. It is normal to not dare to go on stage..."
It's no wonder that everyone reacted so enthusiastically, after all, this was the first person since the start of the competition who didn't dare to go on stage and admit defeat on the spot.
The most important thing is that Leng Hanchuan's identity is extremely special. He is the direct disciple of the sect master and the future heir of Bingyun Valley, but he ended up doing such a shameful thing.
"You...you..."
Listening to the ridicule around him, Leng Hanchuan gritted his teeth with hatred, but at this time, he had no other choice. He couldn't rush to settle the score with others.
"You're a shameful thing, why don't you get out of here right away!"
Leng Binghuang's expression was extremely ugly. Under such circumstances, as the sect leader and master, his expression was naturally not much better.
Leng Hanchuan was like an eggplant beaten by frost. He no longer had the arrogance he had just now and hid behind the crowd in embarrassment.
However, he did not leave, waiting to see his fellow disciples avenge him.
The drawing of lots for the next game began. Leng Binghuang gritted his teeth and grabbed a ball of light. After opening it, Luo Bingyan's name appeared.
Ling Jianfeng also grabbed a ball of light, and the one he drew was Lenghan Mountain in Bingyun Valley.
As soon as the results came out, the eyes of everyone around him showed excitement.
It seems that Lingyun Sword Sect's luck is gone, and the one chosen is the female disciple whom they have never met before.
It is normal for everyone not to know Luo Bingyan. After all, Luojiabao is located in a remote area. In the eyes of these large sects, it is just a small tribe and nothing.
Moreover, she had just returned from the Lower Heaven Realm, and very few people had seen her. In the hearts of countless people, this was the newly recruited disciple of Lingyun Sword Sect, and her strength was definitely not as good as that of Ling Jianfei and others.
And Leng Hanshan of Bingyun Valley is a veteran master, well known to the late Daluo Immortal, and if the two are put together, the other party will not be able to make any waves no matter what.
Although everyone in the Flame Temple lost the game, none of them left and continued to watch the game.
They had only one purpose, and that was to witness with their own eyes how Lingyun Sword Sect was defeated and how Bingyun Valley avenged their bloodshed.
Seeing the result of the lottery, Huo Fenggu's face was full of excitement and ferociousness, "Damn it, I'll see how you can pass with luck this time!"
Not only him, but other Flame Temple disciples also thought so.
In their opinion, the fact that they had not drawn Ye Bufan and Luo Bingyan before was entirely due to Lingyun Sword Sect's luck.
But now that I'm unlucky, the final result is only abuse.
Ling Jianfeng's expression was also a bit serious. He knew that Ye Bufan was powerful, but he didn't know what kind of strength Luo Bingyan was. He just knew that she was the woman of the Supreme Sect Leader.
After the lottery was drawn, Leng Hanshan jumped onto the ring. He was a middle-aged man with an ugly face, with fierce eyes and a murderous intent on his body.
Leng Hanchuan had been humiliated before, and now his sect had lost another game. He was filled with rage and decided to kill him, not only to avenge the bloodshed but also to establish prestige for Bingyun Valley.
"People from Lingyun Sword Sect, get here quickly!"
Feeling his powerful killing intent, the people around him gasped.
So far in the ring battle, there are only injured people but no dead people. This does not mean that killing is not allowed, but everyone has shown mercy before.
But looking at him like this now, I'm afraid he's going to destroy the flower with his hands.
Many people shook their heads, it was a pity for such a beautiful woman.
Some people even shouted to admit defeat directly, so that at least one life could be saved.
Luo Bingyan was in a cold mood, completely ignoring the reactions of everyone around her, stepping into the void and walking onto the ring step by step.
"Take action!"
Standing on the stage, Luo Bingyan drew out the long sword from behind with a swipe, and the powerful momentum and sharp sword intent were mixed together, suddenly erupting.
"this……"
The people around him suddenly opened their eyes and gasped one after another.
No one expected that this woman was also in the late stage of Daluo Immortal, and was no weaker than Leng Hanshan.
