How can you enjoy the gatherings between top geniuses in Qinglinjing without some fun fighting programs?

Yuwen Tuo's expression became colder and colder after being provoked by several other king-named figures.

Although he knew that it was those guys who did it deliberately, it was all up to this point, and it would be unreasonable if he didn't respond.

"I have the best deal for such waste from the second-level dynasty."

With a cold snorting, Yuwen Tuo immediately spoke to a child of the Heavenly Dao League who had the mid-stage cultivation of the Martial Realm beside him: "Yang Lei, go and teach him a good lesson on my behalf."

In fact, although there was no real battle with Mo Lingxuan, Yuwen Tuo was still a little afraid of him after the brief power battle at Wangxuan Tower and did not understand his depth.

In front of many of the king-famous figures who are as famous as him, the Nine Profound Girl in the Dark and the Holy Lord of Yaochi, Yuwen Tuo naturally needs to be more cautious and not be embarrassed.

Therefore, let Yang Lei, who was in the middle stage of the Martial Realm, test it not only can he test the depth, but also increase his value and kill two birds with one stone.

"good."

The genius of the Heavenly Dao League, known as Yang Lei, responded and immediately got up from the seat and walked towards Mo Lingxuan.

"What's this Mo Lingxuan? It's probably going to be miserable. Although Yang Lei's style was covered up by Yuwen Tuo in the Heavenly Dao Alliance, it does not mean that his strength is weak. On the contrary, he is the top genius level second only to the king-named figure. Among the younger generation of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, he is second only to the saint son Yuwen Tuo, and he is named the 'quasi-saint son'!"

"Indeed, even compared with us king-creating figures, Yang Lei can survive a few moves, which is really good."

"Yuwentuo, don't let Yang Lei take action. After all, this is a Qionglou Banquet, and even the Holy Lord is watching in the dark."

When they saw that Yang Lei of the Heavenly Dao League took action, all the kings cast gloating eyes at Mo Lingxuan, and they smiled and said, "No one is optimistic about Mo Lingxuan."

After all, in their impression, Mo Lingxuan was just brave and lucky, and dared to provoke Yuwen Tuo, and by chance he was invited by Fairy Murong.

In terms of strength, even if they can't see through their martial arts cultivation, they don't think this guy in his early twenties can be so powerful.

"Yang Lei, the quasi-saint son of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, please give me advice."

Walking to Mo Lingxuan's table, Yang Lei spoke from a high point, with arrogance in his eyebrows.

In the Heavenly Dao Alliance, he was so oppressed by Yuwen Tuo's light that he couldn't breathe, but it did not mean that he was Yang Lei, but a soft persimmon!

"boom…"

After saying that, Yang Lei immediately felt a terrifying martial arts aura oppressing Mo Lingxuan, which made some of the early stage geniuses present change slightly.

They had no doubt at all that they would definitely lose with one move when facing Yang Lei!

There was no sound deep in the Qiong Tower.

This means that the Holy Lord of Yaochi is allowed to discuss by default.

Thinking of this, Yang Lei became more and more excited.

His chance to perform finally came, and this Mo Lingxuan was his stepping stone!

However, at this moment, Mo Lingxuan still had no waves on his handsome and handsome face.

Just as Yang Lei's offensive was about to fall on him, Mo Lingxuan suddenly stretched out a palm and slapped forward.

"boom…"

"ah…"

A loud noise accompanied by a scream.

In an instant, a large void palm print appeared in front of Yang Lei, which actually carried the power to destroy everything, knocked him out directly and threw him out heavily!

"How is this... possible? Slap Yang Lei, the quasi-saint of Feitian Dao Alliance with one palm?"

"He is a strong man in the middle stage of the Martial Realm. Even if the king-named figure present wants to defeat him, it will probably take a few moves, but can Mo Lingxuan crush him with one blow?"

This scene shocked all the geniuses present.

However, before they could react, Mo Lingxuan moved again. His other palm suddenly trembled, and the wine glass in his hand suddenly threw out, carrying an extremely domineering magic power, and directly rushed towards Yuwen Tuo.

"Hmph, be presumptuous!"

Seeing this, Yuwen Tuo shouted loudly. He hadn't had an attack yet. How dare Mo Lingxuan attack him?

Raising his hand, Yuwen Tuo slammed out his palm towards the wine glass that was flying rapidly in front of him.

"Bang…"

A dull sound rang again. Although the wine glass was smashed, Yuwen Tuo's figure also took several steps back before he could stabilize.

He looked at the palm of his hand and looked at the palm of his hand, and there was a charred black spot of destruction.

“Tick…tick…”

Drops of blood dripped from Yuwen Tuo's palm to the ground, and the quiet atmosphere seemed extremely terrifying.

At this moment, the geniuses present were stunned and stunned for a long time, but they could not say anything!

"Baoshi, in my eyes, aren't you a humble ant? How dare you claim to be the title of King of Qinglinjing?"

It was Mo Lingxuan's cold voice that made everyone react. Immediately, everyone's heart trembled suddenly.

Not only because of the horrifying scene in front of you, but also because of Mo Lingxuan's arrogant words, it even challenged the majesty of all the king-created figures in Qinglin Realm!

"The Eight Kings' strength is between Zhong Bo. Isn't Mo Lingxuan's words equivalent to saying that Yuwen Tuo and the eight others are not worthy of being crowned as kings? They are too brave!"

"One palm will defeat Yang Lei, and a wine glass will hurt King Yu!"

"He... is really just from a second-level dynasty? How could he be so evil!"

At this moment, everyone's voice seemed a little intermittent and was shocked.

It would be fine if he defeated Yang Lei. Yuwen Tuo is a genius of the eight king-level titles in Qinglin Realm. How could he be injured by throwing a wine glass?

All the king-created figures also looked at Mo Lingxuan deeply, and did not say anything more because of Mo Lingxuan's words.

Before, they didn't even take this boy from the second-level dynasty seriously, but now it's different...

This is the shock brought by strength!

"You... dare to attack!"

Yuwen Tuo's angry voice finally sounded, and was injured by a wine glass thrown by Mo Lingxuan. He was stunned for a long time, but he subconsciously thought that it was Mo Lingxuan's sneak attack.

"People... are not afraid of weak strength, they are afraid of not admitting their failures and blinding themselves."

Mo Lingxuan never got up from beginning to end. He picked up a wine glass and took a sip. This time, he stood up.

"If I want to take action again, it will be a life-and-death battle. Are you... afraid of death?"

Mo Lingxuan's proud figure walked towards Yuwen Tuo. The cold and majestic voice was like a magic sound coming from Jiuyou, hitting everyone's heart, making people feel the coldness from head to toe.
Chapter completed!