Zhao Yufeng looked at Ling Xiao with a mocking look.

Ling Xiao felt unhappy.

Although Zulong Island is very weak, who does Zhao Yufeng dare to call them hot chickens?

He would rather not go to Fulong Shenzhou than suffer this cowardice.

What's more, he has a real true martial arts token.

At worst, after being promoted to quasi-emperor, you can use that to directly join the Zhenwu Temple.

"In my eyes, you are just a bastard. You don't really think that blood means everything."

Ling Xiao made a sarcastic sound, then looked at Zhao Sui and asked: "Deacon Zhao, what you just said still counts, no matter who it is, as long as they can pass three moves under his hands, can they go to Fulong Immortal Valley?"

"Of course it counts."

Zhao Sui nodded and said: "There are indeed some people in this world with bad blood, but their understanding is extremely outstanding, but you can't tell that.

Therefore, it can only be manifested through fighting!"

Ling Xiao smiled.

In the Tyrant Empire, the blood levels of Long Wuji, Xue Xue, and Taiyuan Bingchen are not high enough.

Long Wuji and Xue Xue are both at the eighth level of immortality.

Taiyuan Bingchen does not rely on the power of blood at all, she is purely the way of holy patterns.

No bloodline level.

But Ling Xiao believed that the three of them, after improving over time, were qualified to block Zhao Yufeng's three moves.

Xue Xue was even able to defeat the opponent.

"Ling Xiao is indeed Ling Xiao. This guy is really brave. He has always been like this."

"But I'm afraid he's going to fall into trouble this time. The opponent is a genius from Fulong Immortal Valley, not from Zulong Island!"

"That's it, just looking for death!"

Some people shook their heads and sighed, while others gloated.
Chapter completed!