Both of them are a bit terrible, as if they will fight the next moment, the scenes are really dare not imagine.

Everyone's heart is hung up at this moment.

"Yu Haotian, you have won."

Many referees of the Holy League frowned slightly, and the chief referee suddenly said.

"You can follow the rules, she does not admit defeat, and I don’t count the defeat without going out."

Yu Haotian was expressionless and didn't want to make concessions.

The chief referee of the Holy League said coldly: "The irregularities are not square, but the rules of this world always vary from person to person. Just as you destroy the rules before, I can't X to kill you.

Have this qualification. "

That's right, the rules were originally set by the strong.

The road of martial arts is weak and strong. Everyone goes without going forward. If you want to be a good word. If you are strong enough to convince everyone, even if you are slightly reversed, no one will feel what.

This is the respect that the strong should have.

But the words of the chief referee still caused a stir, shocking, not because of the rules ... but in his heart, Lin Yun could be comparable to Yu Haotian.

Yu Haotian laughed angrily, staring coldly with Lin Yun, mocked: "The San League in the ancient domain of South China is really self -stall, and the more he lives and go back. This waste can be compared with me. OK!

No investigations, after the end of the top ten battle, I asked you to have no pain in your face.

"Thank you seniors."

Lin Yun was inconvenient to salute, and could only bend over the chief referee slightly.

"Thank you, you don't need to save it. Can the old man's face be kept? But I really look at you."

The chief referee of the Holy League was slightly helpless and smiled bitterly, but the discourse was obviously not confident.

He did not expect that this Yu Haotian was so unmanned, and he even bluntly hit his face. If the junior was ironed, he really had no way to take him.

This chief referee felt that Lin Yun could be comparable to Yu Haotian. He was optimistic about more potential, and the current victory was too suspended.

"Do your best."

Lin Yun smiled, with silk calm in peace, and sent Yue Weiwei back to the seat of the Heavenly Monster Pavilion.

Just after leaving, Yue Weiwei pulled him, and he looked at him pitifully: "Brother Yun, don't leave, accompany me to sit."

This fairy ...

Lin Yun didn't turn around. He knew that as long as he turned around and saw the fairy's face, he couldn't refuse. That Fenghua's peerless, so beautiful face, such a close distance, it is difficult to stop someone.

"Sit."

The owner of the Heavenly Monster Pavilion was dark, and said lightly.

Lin Yun smiled helplessly and could only sit down, but Yan Longzi, who was about to be forgotten on the Jiulong Lake in the distance, couldn't sit still.

Shi Cai Lin Yun and Yu Haotian contended, and everyone ignored him directly, which made him embarrassed. At present, he saw Lin Yun sitting on the seat of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion. It was just the side of Yue Weiwei.

Then, then

"Yan Longzi, don't go back, the next game just comes to you."

The referee fell his eyes on him and said lightly.

"Who is the opponent?"

Yan Longzi said reluctantly.
Chapter completed!