"No...impossible!"

On the high platform, 'Wei Kun', the representative of the Hundred Zhou Empire, stood up together with another representative. The two stared blankly at Long Yun on the fighting ring, unwilling to believe that all this was true.

Among the five young talents who came to their Hundred Zhou Empire this time.

Chang Xian is undoubtedly the strongest.

He has cultivated himself to the seventh level of the Void Realm, comprehended the 'into the subtle fire power', and has the fifth-grade spiritual sword to rely on.

However, even so, he was still killed.

The most important thing is.

Chang Xian was killed by people from the Qinglin Empire.

This makes them unbearable.

Their Hundred Zhou Empire has long been incompatible with the Qinglin Empire because of a rare mineral vein located at the junction with the Qinglin Empire.

Even every twenty years, the two countries will hold a "two countries' martial arts competition" between young talents.

The winning side gets the right to mine the mineral vein.

For many years, it was the Hundred Zhou Empire that obtained the mining rights.

Therefore, in the eyes of the people of the Baizhou Empire, the people of the Qinglin Empire have always been trampled under their feet.

Today, the young talents of the Qinglin Empire killed the number one young man in their Hundred Zhou Empire with one blow, which they couldn't accept.

"How is that possible! Chang Xian was killed by him with one knife."

"The eighth level of the Void Realm... among the young generation of the Qinglin Empire, an eighth level warrior of the Void Realm was born!"

…

The remaining three young talents from the Hundred Zhou Empire looked extremely ugly.

When they looked at Long Yun on the fighting ring, their eyes were filled with fear.

"Enter the micro-sword power!"

Duan Lingtian narrowed his eyes and stared at Long Yun, feeling a storm in his heart.

Although he had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but feel shocked.

"Also, he is using a fifth-grade spiritual sword this time... It seems that he kept secrets of the Qinglin Empire's 'Genius Contest' a year ago."

Duan Lingtian said secretly.

He still remembered that the spiritual sword used by Long Yun was only a 'sixth grade spiritual sword'.

"It seems that we have been left far behind by Long Yun."

Luo Zhan looked at Marshal Chen with a wry smile.

"Young Master Kuang, has your 'fire' reached 'subtlety'?"

Shaoshuai Chen asked.

"not yet."

Luo Zhan shook his head and sighed, "Now, among the few of us, I am the last."

Luo Zhan's words were filled with sadness.

He, Young Master Kuang, is the first of the five great princes rumored to be in the Qinglin Empire.

But now, his strength has been surpassed by Shaoshuai Chen and Long Yun, who are ranked last among the five young masters.

It made him feel very uncomfortable.

"You three... come together!"

Long Yun stood on the fighting ring, standing with his sword horizontally. His sharp eyes fell on the three remaining young talents of the Hundred Zhou Empire, and he said lightly.

One against three!

Suddenly, there was another uproar around him.

"This Master Swordsman from the Qinglin Empire is so crazy!"

"If you are crazy, that's because you have the capital... If I were another person, I am afraid that even Chang Xian of the Hundred Zhou Empire would not be able to defeat him."

"Tsk tsk...the faces of these three young talents from the Hundred Zhou Empire are all pale. It seems they don't dare to do it."

"Didn't you hear what Chang Xian, who was killed by Young Master Dao, just said? Chang Xian is the number one young person in the Hundred Zhou Empire! Even the number one person has been killed, how can you still count on them?

"

…

The onlookers were talking a lot.

When these words reached the ears of the three young men of the Hundred Zhou Empire, they felt as if they had been struck by lightning, and their faces turned extremely ugly.

However, facing Long Yun's challenge, they made no move in a tacit understanding.

Their legs seemed to be filled with lead, making it difficult to move at all.

If someone observes them carefully, they will definitely find that the bodies of these three people are trembling.

What a joke!

Chang Xian has been killed. If they go up, isn't that asking for torture?

The three of them are all just sixth-level warriors of the Peeping Void Realm.

They all only realized the ‘half step into decline’.

Although they both had fifth-grade spiritual weapons, they thought that even if they joined forces, they would not be Long Yun's opponent.

"waste!"

Long Yun snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

"Haha... Wei Kun, it seems that the people in your Hundred Zhou Empire are just a bunch of cowards! They wouldn't even dare to attack one of them."

On the high platform, Chi Ming looked at Wei Kun, Yuan Li's voice was full of pride.

Wei Kun's face darkened, but he was speechless.

This time, the Hundred Zhou Empire was greatly humiliated!

"The three of you, go back to the other arenas and try your best to provoke the two youngest people in the Qinglin Empire... As for the older one, don't mess with him."

Wei Kun Yuanli condensed his voice, and it reached the ears of the three remaining young talents of the Hundred Zhou Empire.

And the next moment.

"Um?"

Duan Lingtian was still chatting with Su Li when he suddenly felt three burning eyes locking on him and Su Li. He couldn't help but be startled.

"Duan Lingtian, it seems that the people of the Hundred Zhou Empire regard us two as weak persimmons."

Su Li smiled.

"Then it depends on whether they have the ability to crush us."

Duan Lingtian also laughed.

"Since the trash from the Hundred Zhou Empire dare not appear... but there are still people who come up to fight me, Long Yun?"

The sound of the dragon cloud is like a loud bell, spreading out.

"I'll do it!"

At this moment, a figure like the wind flew out and climbed onto the fighting ring.

This is a young man about thirty-five years old, with a face like a crown jewel and eyes like stars. He stands there with a graceful demeanor.

The young man was dressed as a scholar and held a folding fan in his hand.

This folding fan is not an ordinary folding fan.

There are only fan bones and no fan surface.

"Fifth grade spiritual weapon!"

Duan Lingtian raised his eyebrows and saw the 'understanding' of the folding fan in the young scribe's hand.

"Gao Jia, Gao Yuhai, the Imperial City of the Blackstone Empire."

The young scribe looked at Long Yun and smiled slightly.

"Qinglin Empire, Longyun."

Long Yun responded calmly.

"please."

Gao Yuhai behaved elegantly and showed his magnanimity even when facing a battle with Long Yun.

"It's Young Master Yuhai!"
To be continued...