"Elder, this Lin Yun dares to kill me in front of you. If you can believe what they say, it's a ghost. Such a shameless person who attacks from behind will only bring shame to the sect. I suggest you kill him on the spot.

Got it!"

Wang Ning's words were heart-breaking, and in the end he actually asked the elder to kill Lin Yun.

"Elder, if such a shameless person enters the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, it will be a disgrace to the sect!"

Leng Mo looked at the gray-clothed elder on the sword sculpture and spoke again.

"Who is shameless? If you want to kill, kill him. Why confuse right and wrong and beat him up."

Listening to this group of people, one was shameless and the other was shameless, Li Wuyou's childish face turned red with anger.

Ahem!

He couldn't help but cough a few times and spit out blood. The injuries he accumulated during the fight were already serious.

"Lin Yun, what do you want to say?"

The old man in gray clothes on the sword sculpture had a calm expression, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Lin Yun showed a mocking look on his face and sneered: "What can I say? I really want to kill this bitch. Elder, didn't you see it?"

"Be bold!"

The old man in gray clothes on the sword sculpture shouted angrily, and the powerful pressure immediately forced him down.

"Bullshit! How could I be so bold? Someone wants to kill me, and I'm not meat on the chopping board, just for him to slaughter. There's no reason not to backhanded me. I just hate that you, elder, showed up in time and didn't let me kill this piece of shit.

!”

Lin Yun's face was indifferent, even when facing the gray-clothed elder, he had no intention of giving in.

In his opinion, it doesn't matter whether he retreats or not.

If the other party is truly reasonable, he will not listen to the one-sided words of Wang Ning and others and will make a fair decision. If the other party is unreasonable, then whatever he says will be nonsense.

In short, in one sentence, whoever is stronger is the king.

Regardless of his level of cultivation, the old man in gray is the best in the field, and no one combined can be his opponent.

What Lin Yun thinks is not important. What matters is what the other party thinks.

If that's the case, then why be so timid? Is it possible that kneeling down and begging for mercy can change the other person's view?

Just a joke!

"Tsk, tsk, little sword slave, it turns out you want to kill me so much. What a pity, I am alive and well. If you have the guts, you can kill me again in front of the elders!"

Seeing Lin Yun's bad temper, Wang Ning raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and started to speak provocatively.

"Fuck you!"

Seeing the other party's arrogance, Li Wuyou was so angry that he was about to rush over on the spot with his sword in hand.

"roll!"

But before he got close, Leng Mo dodged, raised his hand and punched hard.

At Leng Mo's level, Li Wuyou, who was seriously injured, could not be his opponent at this moment.

Bang!

Li Wuyou vomited out blood in pain, his facial features were distorted, and he couldn't bear to struggle.

Rub rub rub rub!

Several other gangsters under Wang Yan drew their swords at the same time and formed a human wall to block Wang Ning from behind.

"Get out of the way."

Wang Ning pushed aside the crowd, looked at the struggling Li Wuyou on the ground and sneered: "Little beast, weren't you very capable before? Jump up and hit me again!"

"hateful!"

Li Wuyou's eyes were bloodshot with anger, and he clenched his fingers tightly, but he couldn't stand up.

"waste!"

Wang Ning sneered, looked at the sword eagle and cupped his hands and said: "Elder, you have seen the matter. I won't say more about how to deal with it."

The gray-clothed elder said indifferently: "Lin Yun and Li Wuyou teamed up to kill their fellow sect members, but they still don't know how to repent, and they make more mistakes after mistakes. Warn them once, and if they do it again, they will be directly disqualified from the trial."

"The elder is really interested!"

Lin Yun had no expression on his face, said something calmly, and stepped forward to pick up the funeral foil.

He just bent down and stepped on the sword with one foot. Looking up, Wang Ning smiled coldly on his face and said: "Always remember your identity. Back then, you were the meanest sword slave. When you arrived in the imperial capital, you only knew

Even more despicable!"

"

Yeah?"

call out!

The sword at his feet was suddenly pulled out by Lin Yun like lightning. Before Wang Ning could react, the sword was placed on his neck.

The cold air on the blade touched Wang Ning's neck. His face turned pale with fright, and he said with a smile: "Lin Yun, don't be impulsive."

"Lin Yun, are you looking for death?"

Leng Leng and others pointed at Lin Yun with long swords in their hands.

The sudden scene caught everyone by surprise, and they almost cursed in their cold hearts, how stupid it was for Wang Ning to fall to the ground.

Even though he knew he was no match for others, he still sent him to his door to ridicule him.

But if this guy was really hit by Lin Yun's sword, he wouldn't be able to survive and walk around.

Wang Yan will definitely not let him go!

A smile appeared on Lin Yun's face, and he looked at Wang Ning and said: "Don't you think you are like a dog? In Qingyun Sect, you like to follow Su Ziyao. In Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, you only dare to follow Wang Yan."

"you!"

Wang Ning had never been scolded like this before, and his face suddenly turned green with anger, but the sword on his neck had to make him calm down.

"Get out of the way."

Lin Yun swiped, sheathed his sword, turned around, looked at the people blocking the way and said coldly.

The few people were glared at by Lin Yun, and their momentum suddenly dropped by half, and they obediently got out of the way.

Whoosh!

He grabbed Li Wuyou and threw him on the back of the blood dragon horse. Lin Yun held the reins and walked forward.

Wang Ning touched his neck, his face looked extremely gloomy. Suddenly he remembered something, turned around and looked at the old man on the sword sculpture, and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, elder, for saving me this time. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness."

The old man in gray clothes said calmly: "You know the specific reasons for this incident. Although the Wang family is powerful, it has not yet reached the point where it can cover the sky with one hand in Lingxiao Sword Pavilion. You can take care of yourself."

"The elder's words are serious."

Whoops!

The sword sculpture blew up a gust of wind, soared into the sky, and disappeared from everyone's sight in a moment.

"Second Young Master, are you okay?" Leng Mo glanced at Wang Ning and felt that he was seriously injured and his condition was not good.

"Can't die."

Wang Ning said it calmly, but remembering the way Lin Yun looked at him, he couldn't help but feel frightened.

That look was like a nightmare, making him unforgettable.

Does this guy know that I killed Mr. Hong?

The hatred towards me is a bit ridiculous...

"Brother Leng, how many top players are there in the seed quota this time?" Wang Ning asked.

Leng Mo was a little confused, but still told the truth: "More than ten."

"That's it."

With a flash of determination in his eyes, Wang Ning leaned over and said a few words in Leng Mo's ear.

Leng Mo's face changed slightly: "Do you really want to make such a big noise? There is actually no need to deal with him..."

"I said it's okay if it's necessary. Lin Yun must die. I want to make sure nothing goes wrong!"

Wang Ning looked indifferent and said without questioning.

"clear."

Leng Mo thought for a while, but finally said nothing.

"Damn it, my blood-eyed bear!"

At this moment, Mo Qingyun cursed in a low voice. He was surprised to find that his blood-eyed bear could not move. Looking carefully, he saw that the previously majestic white bear was lifeless.

He was forcefully kicked to death by a blood dragon horse.
To be continued...