In Zhongzhou, those warriors automatically imagined a lot. They imagined how Lin Huang struggled step by step, experienced on the edge of life and death, and what kind of nirvana and rebirth he went through before he could reach his current situation with blood and tears in his eyes.
They even dug up the vendetta between Lin Huang and Liu Cangsheng.
The life-and-death battle between Lin Huang and Bei Lin Weiyang, the young master of Bei Lin Prison, was unearthed outside Shenluo City.
Combined with the destruction of Qingtian Wufu.
The ancient battlefield is moving forward step by step.
He was suppressed under the Great Leiyin Temple, but finally walked out of the Western Heaven Buddhist Kingdom with his strong will. In the Langjuxu Divine Domain, he did not know what kind of suffering he suffered before he came out alive.
And all this is just to declare war on the Phoenix Clan.
No wonder this dojo regards itself as a powerful clan and dares to have a title as famous as the Phoenix clan. All this represents Lin Huang's stubborn and unyielding heart.
I don’t know if these experiences moved Lin Huang, but they moved those sentimental warriors who are good at thinking. Such experiences have touched the tears in the hearts of countless girls, making them have endless sympathy and affection for Lin Huang.
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If Lin Huang found out, I'm afraid he would be extremely ashamed and ashamed.
However, this kind of experience is nothing to those disciples who come from rich families.
On the mainland, martial arts is the most respected thing. Without admirable strength, no matter how hard you suffer, what does it matter?
How many people in this world are more miserable than Lin Huang?
How many people pretend to be full of hatred and unyielding, thinking that one day they will become successful, crush the corpses that are ridiculed on the ground, and return in glory.
Such examples abound among the side disciples of the great clan.
It's a pity...
Thirty years to Hedong, thirty years to Hexi, how can it be such an easy thing.
No resources.
No background.
No strength.
No vision.
How to turn your own destiny around? Does it really depend on a one-in-a-million chance encounter?
So... although Lin Huang gained the sympathy of countless people, in the eyes of the wealthy disciples in the 108th dojo, he received more pity and ridicule.
It is undoubtedly a foolish dream to challenge Huang Wuxu who is halfway up the mountain.
No matter how pitiful the encounter is, the outcome is already doomed. In the end, it is just a joke. Apart from touching myself, in ten years, who will remember the Huang clan? Who will remember a man named Lin Huang?
Dead person?
Lin Huang, who was still in the state of crazy suppression, may not have known that his declaration of war would cause such a ripple. The warriors in Zhongzhou were vaguely divided into two camps, like a confrontation between civilians and powerful people, two classes.
The tit-for-tat confrontation!
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It was already two days later when Lin Huang suppressed the realm.
In the dojo, there are still only Bai Xiaopang and Gao Chong!
But there is an extra wretched old man.
"Why are senior Zhao here?"
Lin Huang cupped his hands towards the old man who was reaching for his crotch, with a hint of depression in his smile.
snort!
Zhao Tianjia snorted coldly, "If the old man doesn't come, will you watch my precious apprentice being tricked to death by you? Do you know what it means to fight to the death in the dojo?"
Lin Huang turned his head and looked at Xiaopang Bai doubtfully.
He remembered that he asked Xiaopang Bai to help him write a fight to the death to Huang Wuxu. As for the fight to the death in the dojo... what is a fight to the death in the dojo?
Little Fatty Bai's expression didn't change, his heart didn't beat, "If you want to do it, do it with a big ticket, what's the point of killing a Huang Wuxu!"
Zhao Tianjia kicked Little Fatty Bai away with one kick and shouted: "Do you know what realm Huang Wuxu is? Do you know what the Huang clan thinks of Huang Wuxu? Do you know how many people there are in Huangtian Palace now?
How many people are there in the Saint King Realm? How dare you three young guys dare to launch a decisive battle?"
Bai Xiaopang ran back unhurriedly, "Then the gauntlet has been sent out now, and everyone in the world knows it! Now that I withdraw the gauntlet, I am not afraid of losing face anyway, but I am afraid of losing your face!"
Lin Huang patted his head. He didn't feel too much shock or despair. He just raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Then let's fight to the death in the dojo. There is nothing to be afraid of!"
Zhao Tianjia glared at Lin Huang fiercely, as if looking at a fool.
"During this period, please stay with me and don't go out and mess around. If I hadn't been here, do you think you would have had a chance to stay in Zhongzhou for two days? People from the four ancient tribes would have snatched you away long ago.
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Zhao Tianjia said angrily.
"Then aren't you here? Do they still dare to rob people openly?"
Bai Xiaopang replied.
"Three years ago, this boy was brought into the Western Buddha Kingdom. Wasn't he trying to rob people? As soon as he left the Western Buddha Country, people from a wealthy family appeared. Wasn't it obvious that he was robbing people? Although the old man is here, I can
One person can stop everyone from the four ancient tribes?"
Zhao Tianjia blew his beard and stared, he started to get angry and almost squeezed his crotch hard.
Bai Xiaopang spread his hands and said forcefully: "Then it's like this now anyway, do you care or not?"
Zhao Tianjia kicked Xiaopang Bai away again, "I'm going to get angry when I see you now, you're a terrible thing."
Lin Huang coughed twice and said, "Senior Zhao, don't worry, I won't lose in this fight!"
"Before you talk big, you should first understand how powerful Huangtian Palace is now!"
Zhao Tianjia snorted coldly and walked out of the dojo, "I remind you, if you still want to live well, let Li Taixuan come to Zhongzhou as soon as possible. If it's too late, that little girl Lin Cangxue will have to come and collect the body for us!"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows.
He turned around silently, deep in thought.
At the door of the dojo, Gao Chong looked at the scene just now and was a little speechless.
"You are now expelled from the Desolate Clan!"
Lin Huang turned around and faced Gao Chong.
Gao Chong frowned slightly...
"Let you leave now, are you still unwilling to leave?"
Lin Huang's voice rose a lot.
"...I want to bet once!"
After Gao Chong thought for a moment, he spoke.
"What are you betting on? Bet on whether you will die horizontally or vertically in three months?"
Lin Huang snorted coldly.
"After three months of betting, the Desolate Clan was defeated, and I was at risk of death. After three months of betting, the Huangtian Palace was defeated. The Desolate Clan will surely rise one day, and I, Gao Chong, will be the first elder of the entire Desolate Clan!
"
Gao Chong said calmly and firmly, with a hint of madness in his eyes that made him feel like a fool.
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Lin Huang looked at Gao Chong for a long time.
The two people just looked at each other quietly, and the air was silent.
"You can keep it if you want...I will dominate the world, the fourteenth day of Heaven, and kill all living beings. You can choose a martial art to practice!"
Lin Huang said.
Gao Chong's eyes lit up, and then he fell into deep thought. In the end, to Lin Huang's surprise, he shook his head and said, "I have my own way. When I need it, I will come to you!"
"good!"
Lin Huang nodded, "Please rest assured, I, Lin Huang, will never let you die before me. If you want to bet, even if I try my best, I will not let you lose!"
Gao Chong looked at Lin Huang's serious look, frowned slightly, and then cupped his hands, "Thank you, Taoist Master!"
"Don't call me Taoist Master. I don't need disciples now. What I need are brothers who will follow me through life and death!"
Lin Huang waved his hand, turned around and walked into the room.
Gao Chong froze in place for a long time. He was a little entangled, and then he muttered with some regret for his life: "I still want to be a disciple... As a brother, maybe I will be taken over by the four ancient tribes at some time!"
After returning to the room, Lin Huang kept walking around the window sill with a thoughtful look on his face. It was not until half an hour later that he sighed softly, took out the Thirteen Kill Token, and said to Lin Cangxue: