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Four hundred and thirtieth chapters violent temper(2/2)

Like garbage, he threw this person out of the ring.

With the loud noise, Tongyuan fell to the ground. He gasped and looked at Lin Yun, and just found that the other party's eyes were still on him.

He staggered and almost fell down again in fear.

I didn't dare to say a word and left in shame.

"The eighth platform, Lin Yunsheng!"

Whoosh!

With a flash of body, Lin Yun swung slightly and landed among the people of Lingxiao Jian Pavilion.

This battle made everyone re-recognize the boy in front of them.

The young man who once drew his sword in a rage in the wind and snow was full of gratitude. But if he really felt that he had a good temper, he could freely show his verbal benefits in front of him, and Tongyuan's fate was the best example.

"When did you learn the seal of the heavens with swords to transform into heaven?"

Xinyan's eyes circulated and she looked at the boy in front of her, with dazzling colors in her eyes. The little junior brother was increasingly unable to see through her.

"It's a few days ago."

Lin Yun did not hide it and told him the truth.

"You guy, I didn't see that, are also a bad temper. But... I like it!"

Xinyan said with a smile, but her expression in her eyes was not a bit of blame, but she favored her even more.

Then Tongyuan was defeated and said something ugly, saying that Lin Yun would die, and said that he was so shameless that he said that he was the one who was so shameless.

Xinyan was so angry that she didn't want to go on stage by herself, so she beat the stinky monk hard.

Where is such a shameless person?

"Lin Yun, you only need to win another game to qualify. But although this Tongyuan is unreasonable, it makes sense. If you face these people, if something is wrong, you will immediately admit defeat or not."

Elder Luo Feng looked at Lin Yun with a serious expression and said in a deep voice.

"I understand."

Lin Yun nodded, not arguing anything.

The battle continued, and the situation of qualifying in each group became more and more clear.

Before we knew it, the morning sun turned into sunset, and the fiery red afterglow dyed the sky red. While adding a touch to the ancient dragon's Longmen Square, it also declared that the first round of battle was about to be written.

The number of qualifiers in the first seven groups, one by one, was decided.

There were no surprises, and almost all the hottest players before the game successfully qualified without exception.

The only one who can be called a dark horse is the Baibeast Sect sealed wilderness!

Although Feng Ye performed well in the last Longmen Competition, this sect outside the border of the Hundred Beasts Empire. Unexpectedly, this competition was even more terrifying, and his opponent could not survive ten moves.

Its terrifying physical strength is like a living ancient beast.

It was a barbarian, and he swallowed a strange fruit in the Black Lotus Palace, causing the bloodline of the body to mutate.

At present, he has become a popular candidate for the quota of the Eighth Prince.

This guy, when he parted with the Destroyed Wasteland, he didn't expect to grow to such a state, and Lin Yun thought about it.

"The Eighth Battle Stage, Lin Yun fights Wu Mohan!"
Chapter completed!
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