Chapter 909

In the face of the questioning eyes around him, Mu Ling just raised his chin and looked arrogant. There was a feeling of upstart all over his body. He almost didn't write "Lao Tzu is not bad for money" on his face, and then swaggered through the crowd and returned to his seat.

"Do you believe in Gu Yun?" Fulun looked at her and asked.

"I never doubted Gu Yun." Mu Lingqiao answered with a smile, but there was an undercurrent at the bottom of his eyes.

Zhengrong looked at her deeply and was pleased. He was very happy that the hostess could make more friends. She was always alone. Now emperor Zun was not with her. They were the only ones who could accompany her. All he could do was to protect her as much as he could until emperor Zun returned.

At this time, the scene is in full swing, and everyone's enthusiasm is burning to the extreme. No other race has ever appeared in this underground arena, not to mention the legendary son of God and devil. This alone can make them excited. If they can step on the legendary powerful son of God and devil, doesn't it mean that they are more noble than the son of God and devil.

With this in mind, they shouted at the purple lion in the arena, "kill her."

"Tear up the son of the devil at your feet, and his status is yours."

"If you want to get out of the sea of suffering, kill him and dig out his internal organs. I've never tasted the taste of the son of God and devil!"

"Don't drain his blood. It is said that the blood of the son of God and devil is a sharp weapon to break the barrier. In any way, it is a treasure."

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Ziyan giant lion is human. It can understand every word and sentence they say.

The words of the crowd passed through its ears, and its eyes burst out excited light. It gave a deafening roar. It seemed that the whole underground arena was shaken by its voice, and the breath was lifted like a gust of wind, confusing the hair of solitary clouds.

Gu Yun just looked up at the Ziyan giant lion coldly. The Qingshi sword suddenly appeared in her hand. The cold streamer crossed the slender sword body, and the cold sword meaning was full of killing.

Ziyan giant lion looked down at Gu Yun from a commanding position, and his humanized eyes were filled with contempt. He raised his huge forefoot and threw it at Gu Yun without hesitation. As usual, he patted those challengers who did not know the superiority of heaven and earth directly into meat sauce to end the competition.

The summoned giant palm was carrying a gust of vigorous wind and had the momentum of thunder. Seeing that it was about to fall on Gu Yun, all the people around couldn't help but hold their breath and stare at Gu Yun and Ziyan giant lion for a moment.

Only mu Ling was there. Nianxi lay on the guardrail, stared at the purple burning lion, hummed a few times, and said, "this big man must not be the opponent of the master. He dares to despise the master. He has to pay a price."

In a wave of shouting that Ziyan giant lion tore up the lonely cloud, a clear child voice sounded: "master, rush! Beat the big guy all over the ground looking for teeth! Beat it so that its mother doesn't know it! "

Nianxi's voice instantly attracted the attention of several people nearby. When they looked over, nianxi immediately stared back. Due to the pressure emitted by the towering behind nianxi, those people angrily took back their eyes.

He who knows current affairs is a hero!

In the face of the huge palm that is about to fall on him, the look of solitary cloud is always cold, and a pair of different pupils are calm and without waves.