Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

To be honest, this Yuxuanyue really resembles Ling Xiao.

In other words, he is very similar to Yu Xuanyue.

What the hell is going on?

He didn't quite understand it.

Isn't it not impossible, impossible.

Ling Xiao shook his head, showing a bitter smile.

The two walked past these sculptures and came to a gorgeously decorated passageway. Yunya smiled and said: "The Holy Emperor only invited you and a few young talents, but I am not among them. I can only stay here. Separated from you."

After speaking, she went away.

Ling Xiao looked at the imperial palace in front, and indeed felt that there are several familiar atmospheres in the imperial palace. These atmospheres are probably the opponents encountered in the finals of the Budo Festival today.

It seems that the Holy Emperor didn't invite him alone, but many people, so don't worry too much.

Already walking to the entrance of the palace, Ling Xiao almost stepped in with one foot, but at this time, a figure forcibly hit him, trying to squeeze him aside.

Ling Xiao is not a troublesome master. There is no possibility of concession in the face of such unruly people who come to hit him.

The man bumped and found that he didn't actually hit Ling Xiao. He couldn't help but got angry and pointed to Ling Xiao's nose and scolded: "Go away, dare to block this master's way, you are looking for death!"

Ling Xiao frowned.

He had met arrogant and arrogant people, but it was the first time in the palace to meet someone who had accused him of making mistakes first.

He glanced at the man.

It looks pretty, with a face that looks like a woman, and the clothes and clothes on it are clearly very high-grade, and most people can't afford it.

At this moment the man stared at him like a proud cock, with a bit of hatred in his eyes.

Ling Xiao does not know this person, because this person is not a player in the final of Budo Festival.

"moron!"

Ling Xiao was too lazy to care about this idiot. After all, this is the palace. He didn't want to cause trouble because of this little thing, so he raised his foot again and walked toward the palace, directly treating the idiot as air.

"Damn it, Master Ben made you get out, are you deaf?"

The young man with a face like jade is really hot.

In this palace, even if the Son saw him, he would have to give him a little thin face, what is this person in front of him, dare to ignore him?

But today he took the imperial edict to come and treat those prides of heaven in the finale of the martial arts festival. How dare this arrogant guy make way for him?

This is not only contempt for him, but also for His Majesty the Holy Emperor.

Not only did the young boy yell at Ling Xiao loudly, he even started.

The white hand suddenly turned into eagle claws and generally grabbed Ling Xiao's shoulder blade, with a terrifying Tianyuan force on his fingertips.

Unexpectedly, this young boy who looked like a little white face was actually a martial artist.

however.

Ling Xiao just glanced back at him, and the cold killing sword in his eyes revealed the young man's retreat for several steps before standing still.

Terrible, just the will is so terrible, who is this man?

The teenager looked at Ling Xiao in horror, his body trembling.

Ling Xiao was standing there at this time, as if a magic sword that could come out to drink blood at any time. The young man was afraid to provoke this magic sword.

"This is the palace, so you saved your life. If you are above the rivers and lakes, you treat a warrior stronger than you like this. There is only one way to die! When you do something later, you should piss your urine and take photos of yourself!"

Ling Xiao snorted and turned into the palace.

The boy was stunned on the spot at first, and after a while he only tasted it.

"He dare to teach me? Seeing his age, it seems that he is not as old as me, dare to say that to me? My dad doesn't dare to scold me that much!"

The teenager's expression became extremely unsightly.

As the darling of the Holy Emperor, why had he suffered such humiliation.

"Asshole, what's your name!"

The boy shouted and rushed into the palace.

At this time, Ling Xiao completely regarded this young boy as an air. He did endure it. Naturally, killing people in the palace is not very good, even if it hurts people, so he does not want to make trouble.

He is not an impulsive person, on the contrary, he has a big picture.

In the palace, the magnificent, Ling Xiao has never seen such a luxurious place, it is really gold as a jade.

Even the cups and jugs for drinking tea and tea are actually made of superb spirit stones, which are simply works of art.

In the middle of the hall, several women in thin shirts are dancing gracefully, and all smiles are so beautiful.

There were too many people who came earlier than Ling Xiao. Twenty days of arrogance except Lan Yu'er didn't come because of retreat for healing, the rest of them had already arrived.

Jian Wuji's semi-puppet body has obviously been transformed, becoming tougher than during the day and having a higher technological content.

Ling Xiao didn't look at him, but the hateful eyes in Jian Wuji's eyes simply wished to tear Ling Xiao into pieces.

The movement outside has actually disturbed the people in the hall, and was originally prepared to let people go out to check it, but I did not expect Ling Xiao to have come in.

Seeing Ling Xiao, some people smiled, some people still looked indifferent, and some people showed a sense of sarcasm, and naturally some people showed a hatred.

"See His Majesty the Holy Emperor!"

Ling Xiao hand salute.

"Hum, see your majesty, and still not kneel?"

The devil sitting there said coldly without hurt.

"The holy dynasty has already stipulated that the warriors who are among the arrogant princes can see that the Holy Emperor can not kneel. Could it be that the devil does not hurt your knees? Do you have to kneel?"

Ling Xiao said lightly.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about this little thing, Ling Xiao, come over and sit beside me."

The Holy Emperor was happy with Yan Yue, and said to Xiao Xiao with a smile.

Ling Xiao was puzzled. Why did Saint Emperor be so polite to him today, is it really because he performed well in the finals of Budo Festival?

Shaking his head, he couldn't figure it out anyway, and he didn't even think about it. He had no politeness. Anyway, there were still two seats beside the Holy Emperor. There was nothing wrong with sitting down.

But at this moment, the teenager who was scared back by Ling Xiao also rushed in, covered with rage, and the violent breath flew towards Ling Xiao directly.

In front of the Holy Emperor and Twenty Tianjiao, he did not converge at all.

Among the crowd, there are several gloating.

Ling Xiao actually dared to offend this man. He really ate the bear heart leopard guts. Even if the Son saw this man, he was very polite.

"court death!"

After repeated provocations, Ling Xiao could no longer tolerate it.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, an air sword condensed at his fingertips.

"Ling Xiao, be merciful."

At this moment, the voice of the Holy Emperor sounded: "Hua Yu, you also stop, Ling Xiao is a guest I invited, not rude!"

On the surface, he did not favor anyone, but this sound actually saved the life of that flower jade, otherwise Ling Xiao Qijian shot out, that flower jade will definitely die.

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