Chen Ling slowly breathed a sigh of relief, his face so pale that beads of sweat fell down.
He raised his head and glanced at the top of the martial arts arena. Nothing was out of the ordinary. He then glanced at Yao Qing and suddenly smiled and said: "Master Yao, the winner or loser has been decided. It's time for you to fulfill your promise."
The whole place was deathly silent.
Yao Qing's face was so ferocious that he instantly turned the color of pig liver, and he felt as sick as if he had eaten shit.
"Kneel down and call daddy, does Yao Qing dare?"
"I don't think he dares."
Someone was talking in low voices.
"Yao Qing, if you lose, you lose. Don't embarrass the heir to a first-rate force. Why don't you just kneel down and call me daddy?"
"Don't be cowardly. Be willing to admit defeat. Yao Qing, don't let me underestimate you."
On the field, someone suddenly started shouting.
The scene suddenly became noisy and noisy.
A series of mocking Qi Yi's eyes fell on Yao Qing.
Yao Qing's eyes were blazing and he glared at Chen Ling crazily: "I am the descendant of Jinyang Island. I lost today. Do you dare to tell me where you came from?"
Chen Ling frowned slightly: "Is Mr. Yao planning to default on the debt?"
Yao Qing paused, his expression terrifyingly gloomy.
Do you have to kneel down and call daddy in front of so many people?
Absolutely impossible.
He stood up suddenly and smiled ferociously: "I, Yao Qing, can afford to lose, but if you ask me to kneel down and call you daddy, can you bear it?"
"able."
"I don't mind having more sons." Chen Ling said lightly.
Yao Qing almost spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were about to burst.
He suddenly looked somewhere in the stands.
Over there are a group of descendants of an ancient tribe.
One of them suddenly said: "Let's stop this matter, kid, it's enough."
Yao Qing suddenly beamed with joy and cast a grateful look at the other party.
Chen Ling's expression changed slightly and he looked at the descendant of the ancient clan who spoke.
As soon as the descendant of the ancient clan opened his mouth, the noise and bustle in the place suddenly dispersed.
"I won fair and square, why doesn't it count now?"
Chen Ling narrowed his eyes and said.
The heir of the ancient clan's expression darkened, and he suddenly snorted coldly.
The hum was like a hammer, hammering hard into Chen Ling's heart.
puff!
The terrifying soul power caused Chen Ling's complexion to change suddenly, his body swayed, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Asshole.
Chen Ling suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth.
"It's too much."
"Heir to a top-notch force, since he loses, he must be able to afford to lose."
Huangfu Yun suddenly smiled and said lightly.
"Brother Huangfu..." The expression of the heir of the ancient clan changed drastically, and he looked at Huangfu and said.
Huangfu Yun's eyes turned, as sharp as a sword: "What?"
The latter's heart trembled, and he subconsciously looked away and fell silent.
On the court, the joy in Yao Qing's eyes disappeared and his face became stiff.
Huangfu Yun spoke.
Damn it, how could that happen?
How could Huangfu Yun stand up for a guy of unknown origin?
Chen Ling took a deep look at Huangfu Yun, then looked at Yao Qing expressionlessly: "Young Master Yao."
"You're looking for death."
Yao Qing suppressed his voice and spoke word by word.
"If Mr. Yao wants to take revenge, just come after the incident." Chen Ling said coldly.
Yao Qing trembled all over.
A pair of sword eyes is like a sharp sword piercing the heart.
Yao Qing's face was twisted, and resentment swept across Chen Ling, and then he knelt down under the gaze of everyone.
"dad."
His eyes were blood red, and after he uttered the two words, his lips started to bleed, making him look so ferocious that people were afraid of him.
"Just wait for me."
Yao Qing stood up suddenly, glanced at Chen Ling with a cold glance, and ran out of the martial arts arena in a frenzy.
He, Yao Qing, had lost all his face today.
Everyone on the field was silently swallowing their saliva.
Yao Qing, the descendant of Jinyang Island, really knelt down and called daddy.
When news of this incident spread, it was even more shocking than the previous battle between Lang Muchun and Young Master Xuefan.
Who is this guy?
Many people are full of curiosity.
He is stronger than Yao Qing, but very unfamiliar.
There are only so many first-class forces, not just any one, let alone the ancient clan...
Chen Ling felt calm and turned towards the stands.
Ye Qing showed a smile on his face.
"Wait a moment."
Someone suddenly spoke up.
Chen Ling frowned and turned around to follow the sound.
Among the descendants of the ancient clan, a young man stepped forward.
Descendants of ancient tribes?
Chen Ling frowned again.
"Where are you from?"
Su Yin asked with narrowed eyes.
Chen Ling hesitated and said: "Jueyan Palace."
"Jueyan Palace?"
Su Yin frowned slightly.
Never heard of it.
Not a first-rate force, nor an ancient clan.
Is it a small force?
It wasn't just Su Yin who had this idea, most of the people on the field had this idea as well.
Suddenly, the look he looked at Chen Ling became even weirder.
Su Yin grinned, flew down, and said calmly: "I am very interested in your devouring bloodline. I didn't expect to encounter such a strange bloodline."
"How about we talk?"
comminicate?
Chen Ling's face was full of vigilance.
Seeing this, Su Yin said calmly: "My name is Su Yin, and I come from the Tunling Ancient Clan."
Chen Ling's pupils shrank.
The bloodline of the spirit-swallowing demon fish clan inherited a trace of the ancient Kunpeng bloodline, the devouring bloodline.
Damn it.
Chen Ling felt something bad.
A dignified ancient clan, communicate with him?
This guy was interested in his own bloodline, and he devoured the bloodline again...
For a moment, Chen Ling felt chills all over his body and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
He stared at Su Yin and gritted his teeth and said, "I am weak and I dare not communicate with you."
You have to give in.
Don't give up. If this guy really has that kind of thoughts, no, he definitely has that kind of thoughts, then it will be over.
He thinks that his bloodline is not inferior to that of the spirit-swallowing demon fish, but compared with the descendants of the ancient clan in terms of strength, he is no match for the time being, even the weakest descendants of the ancient clan.
After all, the Tunling Ancient Clan is one of the six ancient clans.
His descendant is definitely stronger than Young Master Xuefan.
"Su Yin is really tempted."
"This kid's bloodline is interesting, but it makes me very late. What kind of bloodline is he?"
"This kid is not stupid. He saw it so quickly, but since he can make Su Yin tempted, he will never run away."
Several descendants of the ancient tribe started talking with great interest.
At this time, even Huangfu Yun had no intention of speaking, but just watched with great interest.
He was just a guy who could be compared to a descendant of a first-rate force, and I didn’t know him.
Obviously, he offered help because he was disdainful of Yao Qing's actions.
"Don't you dare?"
Su Yin narrowed his eyes, a cold light suddenly appeared, and chuckled: "But I really want to communicate with you. Now in the primitive world, I am the only one who swallows blood and swallows souls."
"If we don't communicate with each other, it will be difficult for me to suppress my curiosity."
"Please."
At this moment, no one noticed that something was wrong.
But no one dared to say anything, not even a comment.
Su Yin is a descendant of the six ancient clans.
The most powerful person among the ancient clan.
Chen Ling's face changed drastically.
what to do?
In the stands, Ye Qing hesitated for a while and was about to walk out when Wan Xiaodou grabbed her: "Are you crazy?"
"Even if you want to help him, can you help his mother?"
Wan Xiaodou glared at Ye Qing and said, "You and I can't let Su Yin give up his idea."
"But could it be..." Ye Qing gritted his teeth, his expression extremely ugly.
Su Yin's purpose was clear to everyone present. They were not fools.
If he can't get through this level, Chen Ling will be doomed.
"Sister Ye, who is he?"
Wan Xiaodou said eagerly.
At this time, the only people who can help him are descendants of the ancient clan, and they are not weaker than Su Yin.
But obviously that guy is not a member of the ancient tribe at all, and has nothing to do with the ancient tribe.
Ye Qing smiled bitterly and said: "I came from a third-rate force."
"What?"
Wan Xiaodou's eyes widened in disbelief.
How could a third-rate person be so strong?
Looking at Chen Ling, Wan Xiaodou smiled bitterly.