On the ring, Lin Huang looked at the honest-looking Bai Xiaopang and realized that his life was a bit miserable. He had practiced desperately and had just reached the eighth level of the human yuan.
It took a lot of iron and silver clothing and a hundred thousand gold to free myself from the storm of melee.
But this guy...
I really want to kick him off the ring!
Lin Huang sighed helplessly, walked up to Little Fatty Bai, and slapped the latter on his round belly, "Stop pretending, your dad has already discovered it, and if you have such a physique and fall from this ring, you will definitely fall."
Turned into a puddle of mud!"
"Boss Lin, please stand far away and don't let others notice me..."
Little Fatty Bai was still lying there like a puddle of mud, without even opening his eyes, but his muttering voice reached Lin Huang's ears accurately.
"You don't have a token, what are you afraid of!"
Lin Huang said.
There was silence in the air for a while...
Then Bai Xiaopang suddenly sat up, with a look of surprise on his face, "Yeah, I don't have a token, I'm scared of my balls, I don't have to leave the ring, anyway, I don't have a token."
Bai Xiaopang felt that what Lin Huang said made sense, and he was really stupid just now.
"Oh... Boss Lin, look, that bastard Ming Ao was killed by Lu Wuji." Bai Xiaopang pointed to a corner of the ring and muttered, then looked at Lin Huang with a smart look, "Boss Lin
, do you want me to let the fat cat kill Lu Wuji, and we can divide the 100,000 gold between us, which is enough for us to sleep in Yingchun Building for three years!"
Lin Huang turned his head and saw Ming Ao kneeling in the corner of the ring covered in blood, with a sharp sword stuck in his chest. Lu Wuji stood in front of him, his expression still calm.
Ming Ao raised his head, not looking at Lu Wuji, but looking at Lin Huang from a distance, staring at Lin Huang with a pair of red eyes that was extremely malicious.
He has thought countless times about how to kill Lin Huang, how to obtain the Earth Yuan Pill, become a Earth Yuan warrior, enter the four major sects, become an inner disciple, and rise to the top all the way...
But I never expected that the ending would be like this.
"Lin Huang never put him in his eyes from the beginning to the end. Before he took action, he put himself in a place of eternal disaster... He is a warrior of the ninth level of the Human Yuan, and he is the most powerful among all the people here.
But he never even had a chance to take action against Lin Huang!"
"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"
Ming Ao looked at the forest wilderness in the distance, smiling hoarsely, blood spurting out from his mouth until all life was gone...
In the corner of the arena, Lin Huang withdrew his eyes indifferently, not feeling the slightest emotion in his heart.
For Lin Huang, it is certain that Ming Ao is a threat to him. But it is far from being comparable to Prince Lingyun. At most, it is almost the same as Cui Kuangtu who was under the thousand-foot cliff.
"What a waste!"
In the carriage outside the square, Prince Lingyun looked at the scene on the ring, his expression already gloomy to the extreme. He could hold back the anger in his heart before, but now it finally burst out.
A melee, in his opinion, was a perfect killing situation. With Ming Ao leading the instigation, Lin Huang would definitely die.
But I never thought...
Lin Huang prepared the iron silver clothes as if he had known it before. Not only did Ming Ao encourage everyone to kill Lin Huang, but he even made himself look disgusting. From the beginning to the end, Lin Huang's clothes were never touched.
"It seems that I have to personally take action!"
Prince Ling Yun clenched his fists and said fiercely. However, looking at Lin Huang, who was dressed in silver, he frowned again. The iron silver clothes could not be broken easily.
"Brother, don't worry. It's nothing more than iron silver clothing. It can't be broken by ordinary dynasties, but our Tianlei Sect's divine weapons have countless sharp weapons. If Lin Huang wants to use this to fight you, it will be too easy!"
Ling Huangyi smiled disdainfully, then took off his sword and handed it to Prince Ling Yun, "I think when this sword pierced the iron silver clothes, Lin Huang's expression of shock and regret must be extremely wonderful."
Prince Lingyun nodded and took the sword, looking at Lin Huang on the stage with a cold smile on his face...
On the ring, Fatty Bai was sitting, looking at everyone chasing the four tokens with an honest face. He poked Lin Huang and said flatteringly:
"Boss Lin, you will have to take care of your brothers when you enter the sect. Over the years, I have worked for you as a cow, a horse, and as your wife. That's a lot of hard work!"
"I have a wife!"
Lin Huang calmly distanced himself from his relationship with Bai Xiaopang.
"What... you have a wife? Boss Lin, you must be a fool," Bai Xiaopang slapped his thigh and looked at Lin Huang with disgust, "After all, we are respectable people, and your Xiaofang in the brothel is just
A person who is like a passing smoke is no longer worthy of being a wife."
Lin Huang shook his head, looked at the incense candles that were about to burn out behind the ring, and explained, "Her name is Piaoxue. If you don't believe me, I'll show you the token of love she gave me!"
With that said, Lin Huang took out a token and threw it to Bai Xiaopang.
Little Fatty Bai was doubtful and took the token...
Bai Xiaopang looked at the token in his hand. It was crystal clear, and he could vaguely see the little snowflakes in the jade token. The two beautiful ancient characters on it came into his eyes.
Falling snow!
"Boss Lin, you...are you going to fly solo like this?"
Fatty Bai looked at Lin Huang with a look of shock, disappointment, resentment, and lamentation.
"How did you two agree to grow old together?"
"How did we agree to live and die together?"
…
Lin Huang listened to the words coming from Bai Xiaopang's mouth, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He felt as if... he was in trouble!
"Falling snow?"
"Falling snow!"
"That's a good name, but I don't know what it looks like. It should be uglier than me." Little Fatty Bai played with the token in his hand and Gu Ying said with self-pity.
"Falling snow..."
As Bai Xiaopang was reciting it, he suddenly felt that the name was somewhat familiar. When he saw Chen Diexin behind the ring from the corner of his eye, his expression changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Oh my god...Boss Lin, you tricked me!"
Bai Xiaopang had an angry look on his face. He felt that the token in his hand was burning hot, and when he was about to throw it out, a loud bell suddenly sounded above the ring.
It’s time for a stick of incense!
As the bell rang, Xiaopang Bai couldn't help but be stunned, and everyone on and off the ring was stunned.
Is this... the end?
Little Fatty Bai looked at the Piaoxue Ling in his hand and wanted to cry without tears!
Someone realized that in order to escape pursuit, he threw the four tokens out...Throw them out!
And some found that they had just grabbed a... token?!
No one expected that the third round of screening of the four general elections would end so tragically and abruptly.
Thirty-two of the one hundred young warriors who participated in the competition died, forty-one were kicked off the ring, and more than half of the twenty-seven warriors on the ring were injured.
But those holding the four sect tokens are not the ten strongest among them.
In addition to Lin Huang, Bai Xiaopang, and Lu Wuji, there are four people with the eighth level of human Yuan, two with the seventh level of human Yuan, and one who only has the sixth level of human Yuan.
This result...was beyond everyone's expectations.
Ming Ao died!
A person from the sixth level of Yuan Dynasty received the Heavenly Thunder Order.
Lin Huang is safe and sound.
"Elder Han Shan, announce the result." Shen Diexin looked at the scene on the ring, stared at Han Shan and Qi Lie with disgust, and said coldly.
The purpose of the general election of the four sects was to select talented disciples, but they did not expect that Han Shan would use this melee method and almost kill nearly half of the outstanding people in the Great Xia Dynasty.
To do such a thing for one's own personal grudge is extremely cruel.
Han Shan ignored the scene in front of him, his old and withered face filled with anger. The outcome of today's screening was far beyond his and Qi Lie's expectations.
Lin Huang survived!
The promising Ming Ao was killed.
Little Fatty Bai actually got the Piaoxue Order.
What Lu Wuji held in his hand was the Qianyin Ling.
Tianlei Sect... didn't find a single talented disciple!
How could he not be angry at this? He stared at Lin Huang with a pair of gray eyes, wishing to eat him alive. The root cause of this ending was Lin Huang.
Holding back the anger in his heart, Han Shan gritted his teeth and announced the results of the third round of screening:
"Little Fatty Bai, holding the Piaoxue Order in hand, enters the Piaoxue Palace."
"Lu Wuji, holding the Thousand Sound Order in his hand, entered the Thousand Sound Valley."
"Han Yunfei, holding the Heavenly Thunder Order, entered the Heavenly Thunder Sect."
…
"Lin Huang, holding the Piaoxue Order in hand, enters the Piaoxue Palace."
When he thought of Lin Huang, Han Shan almost said every word, wishing that he could pronounce the words to kill people, so that Lin Huang would die without a burial place.
Below the ring, everyone was talking and boiling over each other as they heard Han Shan read out each name. This result was somewhat beyond their expectations.
Undoubtedly, some are ecstatic and some are lamenting!
The most unacceptable thing is probably that the extremely harsh name Lin Huang came out of Han Shan's mouth.
"Elder Shen, what a congratulations. Not only did you get Lin Huang into the sect as you wished, but you also gained a talented disciple like Bai Xiaopang," Han Shan turned around and complimented resentfully.
"The selection method for the third round was formulated by you, Tianlei Sect and Fengyu Tower. This result must be what you want to see. I, Piaoxue Palace, accept these two disciples!"
Shen Diexin had a sarcastic smile on her cold face.
Han Shan's expression darkened, and the withered palms in his sleeves turned green when he clenched them tightly. He said with a strange tone, "But I want to remind Elder Shen that the so-called geniuses are all prone to die young. Isn't Lin Cangxue a lesson learned from the past?" "
"There is no need for Elder Han to remind me about this. Three years ago, the ability of my Piaoxue Palace disciples surpassed those of the four major sects and the younger generation of the ten major dynasties. Three years later, they can still do it. My Piaoxue Palace accidentally caused Cang Xue to fall, and the others But it won’t happen anymore!”
Chen Diexin smiled coldly, but she was extremely angry in her heart. The three major sects must have done what happened to Lin Cangxue, but there was no evidence, and Lin Cangxue was unwilling to tell the details at that time.
"Of course I believe that Piaoxue Palace can protect Little Fatty Bai, but this Linhuang... tsk tsk..."
Han Shan waved his sleeves and stared at the square with a pair of gray eyes. Prince Lingyun had already stepped out of the carriage, and his hoarse voice sounded:
"He still has a life-and-death battle with Prince Lingyun. I'm afraid he won't be able to leave this arena today!"