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Qin Wu subconsciously nodded his head, and then reacted and said lightly: "Don't think that I will let you off in the future."

Ling Yun staggered. Looking at the serious Qin Wu, he even had the heart to kill.

"It's not even two hours yet, let's go together!" Wearing snow-white clothes, Ling Tian walked over and lightly waved his folding fan. He looked at the two people who were on top of him again with a little helplessness as he spoke to Ling Yun while pointing at the group of people behind him.

"That's right, you're the main character. You're rather carefree, bringing along beauties for sightseeing, yet you want us to help you deal with these guys." Qin Feng walked up and complained in a low voice. He felt that Ling Yun was too outrageous, simply like a shopkeeper who was shaking off his hand.

Even if you don't want to be the future successor of the Ling family, you don't need to be so obvious. Don't you know that it will make Ling Ye and the others feel uncomfortable? Let them live.

He gently glanced at the group not far away. That was Ling Ye's group, compared to the gigantic group with more than a hundred people behind them, it was simply a tragic sight, even including Ling Ye's group, there were not more than fifty people there.

Amongst them, there were also over thirty young guards whom Ling Ye himself had brought in.

Zhang Yang laughed out loud and said, "Alright, I'll give it a try!"

He was from a side branch, was the grandson of Ling Ao's younger brother, Happy King Ling Tian. He had a noble identity and was also one of the strong contenders for the throne.

Of course, the so called strong contender was none other than Ling Yun.

Han Ying Xue and Wei Yan Er were shocked by the news, and they turned to look at Zhang Yang and said, "Who are you?"

And there was also Ling Ao's uncle, the Mad King's grandson, Ling Yu. Mad King's power was not weak in the imperial court, especially in the military. Behind him, there were around 40 to 50 followers.

Ling Hao of the Heavenly Sun King's faction …

Dragon King's Ling Qi …

Ling Ruyan of the Wind King's line, this was a beautiful young lady, pretty and charming, with a rosy face. Although she was a woman, she was also one of the strong contenders for the throne.

However, the followers behind them couldn't compare to Ling Yun who had Ling Ao's support.

After all, accurately speaking, some of Ling Yun's followers were headed towards Ling Tian and Ling Qingxue.

There was nothing they could do, these people were originally powerful contenders, but they did not have that idea, even they themselves had become Ling Yun's followers.

Seeing Qin Feng's bitter eyes, Ling Yun was startled, goosebumps rose up and down all over the ground. Looking at the group of horses, he helplessly nodded his head, feeling that it would be a little outrageous to leave again, as he would give a bad impression to others, even though he did not care.

"Ling Tian, why are you so absent-minded? Are you thinking about your close female friend from the Gui Yuan Sect again?" Qin Feng looked at Ling Tian who had a trace of worry between his brows, and laughed.

Especially when he saw the fan in his hand, he felt even more displeased. He was filled with depression and silently cursed the girls for not having good eyesight. This guy was not as handsome as him, so why was it that their gazes kept darting towards him?

Ling Tian unhappily rolled her eyes at him as her eyes slightly narrowed, "Your skin is itchy! "You think you can just ignore us just because your cultivation is at the peak of the late stage?"

Qin Feng laughed dryly, and retreated a few steps without leaving a trace, becoming a coward …

In his heart, however, he was extremely furious. Under Ling Yun's torture, he was able to progress from the early stage of Martial Master to the peak of late stage in two months.

However, Ling Tian and the others were not slow either. They were improving as well, leaving him behind, and if he wanted to catch up to them, he would have to wait many years, or else it would become an extravagant wish …