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"En!" Ling Yun nodded his head slightly. Naturally, he would not underestimate his opponent.

Moreover, he was a very young Martial Master. Although he often consumed Spiritual Pills, he could be considered a little genius since he had reached such a level of cultivation at this age.

Although his combat effectiveness was strong and his physique had been baptized by Ling Taixu's Blood Qi, he did not break through to become a martial master.

Of course, the opponent was only a Martial Master, and the Spiritual Qi could only be attached to the surface of his body. He could not leave his body too far, so it was not a big threat.

"How arrogant! How dare a trash that can't even cultivate speak such arrogant words!" When the I steps on you, let's see how you are still going to continue being so arrogant. " violet-robed youth's eyes were gloomy and cold, the killing intent in his eyes was dense, he felt that he had been humiliated.

The others were also discussing softly, shaking their heads, feeling that Ling Yun was too arrogant.

"Let's begin!" The violet-robed youth said in a cold voice, a dim gold spirit qi appearing on the surface of his body, making him look like a golden-armored god of war, his eyes were cold and flickering with a cold light, "In battle, blades and swords are merciless, fists and feet do not have eyes, it is normal to have broken hands and feet, at that time do not regret it!"

The surrounding people went into an uproar, isn't this youth really too daring? He actually wanted to use a heavy hand to kill someone, isn't he afraid of enraging Battle King's Mansion?

Just as expected, a cold glint flashed past Yan Lu and the rest's eyes, taking a step forward, they reeked of blood and iron.

"This is also what natural son wanted to say." Ling Yun waved his hand to stop Yan Lu and the rest, his sharp eyebrows raised as he slowly walked forward, a cold chill flashed past his eyes, "I hope that Golden Xuan Pavilion does not jump out to cause trouble when the time comes."

Golden Xuan Pavilion was a quasi-holy land, and was subordinate to the Yuan Gate. This sect only recruited metal-type warriors, and their offensive power was great, the power behind the violet-robed youth was the Golden Xuan Pavilion.

"My Golden Xuan Pavilion is not an unreasonable sect. As long as the duel is fair and the others do not interfere, even if he dies in the hands of my His Highness the Crown Prince, I cannot blame anyone else."

A magnetic voice of a youth rang out into the crowd's ears. Everyone followed the voice's direction and saw a handsome young man wearing a light golden robe slowly walking over from the street. Behind him was a group of flattering henchmen.

"It's him. He's the strongest among the young generation of Golden Xuan Pavilion, Jin Yaotian. Rumor has it that he's already half a step into Expert of Martial King stage, and is qualified to compete for the position of the future Pavilion Master's successor." The sound of discussions could be heard.

Ling Yun naturally heard the discussions, his eyes flickered, a cold light flashed past his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised into a cold smile.

It would appear that his guess was correct. The people who were clamoring here were not those with esteemed status. Instead, they were the small fry, the small shrimps. They were truly big fish hiding in hiding.

"Greetings His Highness the Crown Prince!" Jin Yaotian walked over and cupped his hands towards Ling Yun, with a refined smile on his face, coupled with his handsome face and proud talent in cultivation, it caused many girls to scream out, their eyes filled with stars.

"En!" Ling Yun slightly nodded his head. This Jin Yaotian was indeed a person, but his thoughts were extremely deep, his surface was gentle and refined, but no one knew what he was thinking.

"How dare you not bow when you see Brother Jin." A youth jumped out from behind Jin Yaotian, his sharp eyes staring straight at Ling Yun, flickering with a disdainful light.

"What did you say?" Ling Yun was about to stop walking and turned his head to look at the young man relying on his strength. His eyes were cold as he looked at Jin Yaotian and said, "Please shut your dog up, or else you will be kicked to death."