This is an independent and strange space, with colorful light coming from nowhere, covering this world with soft light and beautiful and lonely.

The members of the "Xuanhuang Palace" are basically united, but it does not mean that there will be no conflicts among the members.

Once conflict arises, the "Xuanhuang Palace" cannot force the two sides to reconcile. Both sides can resolve their grudges privately, provided that the other party is not allowed to fall.

The solution for a monk is basically to take action. The winner is the right side, and the loser bows his head and admits his mistake.

Because the powerful cultivators are too busy fighting, Wuyou City, Yuanshi Mountain, and even an ordinary branch hall have "stadiums" for members to compete or exchange.

The current different space is a "stadium" of this nature.

In this strange space, there are dozens of people at this moment. Except for the two standing in the center, the rest are far away. In the dim light, if you don’t observe carefully, it is easy to miss it.

One of the two in the middle is Leng Dongliu.

The other person is a handsome man of 27 or 28 years old. He is extremely tall, nearly two meters tall, but it doesn't make people feel thick at all. The flowing muscles on his body are full of explosive power and have an amazing beauty.

Not only did he have no hair, his eyebrows, beard, and even his eyelashes. His skin was covered with metal texture, and it was actually golden, as if he was a magic weapon forged by metal! Leng Dongliu's face was pale, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his chest collapsed. He could see the jade-like bones and even internal organs.

"You lost!"

The bald man stared at Leng Dongliu with a rebellious look on his face, with contempt in his eyes. As expected, this guy was no match for him at all.

"I lost."

Leng Dongliu had no expression on his face.

Seeing this, people watching from afar whispered.

"Leng Dongliu is willing to accept the loss.

I thought he would be stubborn."

"If you lose, you lose. What's the use of a few words?

However, according to their previous bet, Leng Dongliu can no longer continue to participate in the 'ranking battle'."

"Yes! What a pity.

It seems that Leng Dongliu has only been a few years since joining the "Xuanhuang Palace", and he can force the Holy Lord of Golden Light to use his real skills to deal with him.

I guess his strength is enough to enter the top ten.”

"It's a pity, but for us, it's a good thing.

If he doesn't participate in the 'ranking battle', then the person who would have been behind him will automatically increase his ranking."

...When hearing the other party admit defeat, the Holy Lord of Golden Light snorted coldly, and the terrifying aura on his body dissipated.

The golden color on his skin retreated like a tide and soon turned into bronze skin. Obviously, this was a powerful method. If the battle ended, there was no need to continue using it! Boom - At this moment, the sound of space bursting from the left direction came, and a sense of crisis emerged in the heart of the Holy Lord of Golden Light, which scared him.

Turning his head, a young man with a cold face was rushing towards him with a spear in his hand, his eyes violently.

He couldn't help but be surprised and frowned. Who is this guy? Why did he do it on himself?

The rest were also shocked and looked at the young people who suddenly attacked.

"Xiaochen, stop!"

Leng Dongliu also saw the young man who suddenly took action, his expression changed and he hurriedly shouted.

Lin Chen had no intention of stopping at all, just like an angry ferocious beast. He stared at the Golden Light Holy Lord, his eyes full of fierce light, and a stone picture flew out from his eyebrows.

"Shanhe--" "I'll tell you to stop! Do you not even listen to my master's words?"

Leng Dongliu shouted angrily.

Everyone was upset when they heard this, and then they realized that the young man who suddenly took action was Leng Dongliu's disciple, and they also understood why the young man suddenly took action.

"I didn't expect that Leng Dongliu himself was just a great perfection in the Supreme Realm, and he actually had a disciple of the same level."

Someone said in surprise.

"This kind of situation is indeed rare, but it has not been possible.

The later you get, the slower the realm will improve. Once the master stays in front of a bottleneck for too long and is caught up by his disciples."

And humane.

Lin Chen's expression was still annoyed, but he finally stopped and the "Fallen Holy Mountain and River Map" returned to his eyebrows.

He flew to Leng Dongliu and frowned and looked at the hideous wound on Leng Dongliu's chest.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Leng Dongliu shook his head at Lin Chen, "Although it looks scary, it's just a physical injury. With my body's self-healing ability, the wound will heal soon."

Although he was telling the truth, Lin Chen's anger still did not dissipate.

He is a very short-lived person. Even though Leng Dongliu was not a serious injury, his master was beaten just like his parents were beaten, and he could not bear it no matter what.

Leng Dongliu was both relieved and helpless when he saw Lin Chen's angry look.

He didn't expect that this embarrassing scene would be seen by his disciples. If Lin Chen was stronger than the Golden Light Holy Lord, he would naturally not stop him.

The problem is that Lin Chen will only be as embarrassed as himself when he rushes up.

He had already lost all his face and did not want his disciples to be embarrassed as well.

Seeing that Lin Chen was not going to do anything, the Holy Lord of Golden Light was bored and smiled and said, "I haven't had enough of the fight just now, and another one came to the door to find a fight. I was quite happy, but you slipped away very quickly.

Or, you master and apprentice go together, and I will beat you two?"

Lin Chen turned to look at him, his eyes as cold as if he wanted to freeze the space.

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, thinking that the Holy Lord of Golden Light was too domineering and arrogant.

Is it not satisfied that Leng Dongliu has been beaten like this?

In the distance, a man with a long sword on his back and a strong-looking face looked at Lin Chen's face with a little surprise in his eyes.

"Do you know this disciple of Leng Dongliu?"

Next to him was a charming woman with a pair of peach-blossom eyes. This woman had the charm of a mature woman, but she looked as beautiful as a teenage girl.

Several of the others gathered together, and there was no one around them.

The others seemed to deliberately keep a distance from them and dare not get close to them.

The man nodded and said, "I had met him before. The Venerable I killed last time was with his help.

This guy is very strong.”

The woman showed surprise on her face and smiled: "I really didn't expect that this person could be praised by the dignified Nine Heavens Sword Master. It seems that her strength is really good.

Then do you think he has the chance of winning against Kim Won-kawa?"

"There is no chance of winning."

The Lord of Nine Heavens Sword shook his head. Perhaps Lin Chen is qualified to fight with the Lord of Golden Light in the next "ranking battle", but now, he is not.
Chapter completed!