Chapter 8.2 - Conflict

“You…” the woman tried to pull out the whip with all her strength, but she couldn’t take it out from Ling Luo’s hand.

While the woman was exerting all her strength, Ling Luo suddenly loosened his grip: “Didn’t you want the whip? Here, I will return it to you.”

The woman immediately fell on her buttocks on the ground.

The whole room roared with laughter {note1}.

{note1: idiom 哄堂大笑}

Being teased by Ling Luo and ridiculed by the whole tavern, the woman’s pretty face became red and got angrier.

Nimbly standing up, the woman pulled the man by her side, intending to deal with Ling Luo with two people.

Although this wasn’t fair, the angry woman didn’t care that much.

Ling Luo certainly had another move, Lin Xiao thought. But Lin Xiao didn’t let Ling Luo use the last move and personally interfered.

A Huan stage person blocking two Qi Refining Ninth-layer people was naturally effortless.

The moment Ling Luo saw that familiar fleshy back, a glint of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Lin Xiao again?

How could it be that coincidental?

Recalling the Yunqi Academy’s notice, Ling Luo understood. He should have come to sign up too.

Lin Xiao looked at the couple and sneered: “Two people fighting against one for a seat, it seems a little immoral.”

“What does it have to do with you?” The woman withdrew the whip. When Lin Xiao blocked them, the two surrendered. She finally sobered up and knew that even together with the man she couldn’t beat Lin Xiao.

“Let’s go away,” coldly leaving this sentence behind, the woman dragged the man away.

The people who wanted to watch a nice play in the tavern had nothing to see now…

On the second floor there was a guest table. A pair of eyes were shining like bright stars on an ordinary face. {FLOORS PIC}

He smiled, looking at Lin Xiao and Ling Luo downstairs and whispered: “How interesting. It seems that coming to Yunqi Academy wasn’t in vain.”

On another side, among the handsome guys and beautiful girls encircling a round table, sparkling eyes of a beautiful girl were staring at Ling Luo.

All the other people felt that Lin Xiao’s cultivation was quite high, just his figure… was a little repulsive. The beautiful girl of that table was deeply interested in Ling Luo and felt that there was something on his body that he was hiding…

Ling Luo, being saved once again, stood up and cupped his hands towards Lin Xiao. Then he softly thanked him: “Humble Ling Luo {note2} thanks Your Excellency for the help.”

{note2: the author has written Ling Yu}

Lin Xiao gestured in disapproval: “My name’s Lin Xiao. What help are you talking about, I just had to intervene when I saw injustice {note3}, don’t mind it. May I ask if it is possible to sit together with you?”

{note3: idiom 路见不平 拔刀相助}