Chapter 1482: Cynicism

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The spirit wind is not too high in the spirit race, it can only be regarded as medium level.
However, it is much stronger than Lingyue.
The reason why Lingyue has progressed so fast has a lot to do with Lingfeng.
Lingfeng usually takes care of Lingyue. At this moment, he sees the latter talking and laughing with the warriors in the holy land of the human race.
"Brother Feng, this person is the genius I told you that saved me in purgatory." Ling Yue introduced.
"Oh? It turns out to be you, in the spirit of the Xia Ling tribe, I don't know the name of my surname."
During the speech, Lingfeng stretched out his palm and looked at Fang Chen with a smile.
Fang Chen glanced at Lingfeng, and also stretched out his palm, holding it together with Lingfeng.
"Under the blood sword saint."
Fang Chen said lightly, but listening in Lingfeng's ears was an extraordinary shock.
In Lingfeng's heart, the storm surged.
"Are you really a blood sword saint?"
After saying this, he regretted it.
This is a holy place for human races. Who dares to pretend to be the blood sword saint of the master of Green Bamboo Island?
"Sorry, I'm sick."
Lingfeng drew back his palm and said apologetically.
"It's okay." Fang Chen spread his hand and didn't care about Lingfeng's gaffe.
"How about Feng Feng? I told you at the beginning that his future achievements will not be lower than you and me." Ling Yue grinned aside.
Lingfeng nodded, "I have heard the name of Brother Blood, and I saw it today, like Lei Guan'er."
While the two were talking, there was a sudden agitation in the square.
Then whispers came from the crowd, and the people of the Yuan tribe arrived.
"The Yuan tribe is here."
The headed person is naturally Yuan Gu's master Yuan Gu, and behind him is Yuan Ming's top strong Yuan Ming.
When Fang Chen looked at Yuan Ming, the latter also just came to watch.
Fang Chen could easily feel the murderous intention hidden deep in Yuan Ming's eyes.
"His breath is much thicker."
Fang Chen secretly said.
He felt long gone, and Yuan Ming's strength seemed to have increased a bit.
But what if even so?
"Yuan Gu, why are you here so late?" The Lord of the Spirit Race said with a laugh.
"Luo people haven't come yet, am I not too late?"
Soon, Yuan Gu entered the temple.
Leave a team of 100 people and land on the square.
"Yuanming's strength seems to be stronger again."
"It's worthy of being the most powerful among the younger generation of Yuan people."
"It's really amazing, this time one of the strongest inheritance hot candidates."
Everyone talked secretly.
Some geniuses in the holy land of the human race, such as Jiang Kuang, Tu Tianjian, rhino, Wei Xiang, and others, also greeted Yuan Ming.
The top strong of the spirit race also came forward to ask.
After Yuan Ming nodded slightly, his eyes fell on Fang Chen.
In the eyes of everyone, Yuan Ming stepped towards Fang Chen step by step.
The crowd gave way, and everyone's eyes were all focused on Yuan Ming.
"What is Yuan Ming doing?"
Many warriors are puzzled.
However, when Yuan Ming came to Fang Chen, everyone suddenly realized.
"Blood Sword Saint, Yuan Ming's goal is Blood Sword Saint."
The blood and sword saint and Yuanming's grievances were heard by some people.
"Inheritance ancestral land is opened once every 100 years. I am curious about your three-legged cat kung fu. How did you get the quota? Is it through the back door?" Yuan Ming grinned, his words full of madness. The Lord is closely related, what is a quota? "
Hearing Yuan Ming sarcasm Fang Chen.
The latter chuckled and said, "Idiot."
The word idiot deeply penetrated Yuan Ming's mind.
Suddenly, Yuan Ming Zhou's breath swayed, his eyes staring at Fang Chen.
"Blood Sword Saint, don't think this is a holy place, I won't dare to move you in Yuanming." Yuan Ming said fiercely.
"Then you touch me to try it." Fang Chen said cheaply.
What a joke? This is a holy place for the human race, even the master of the Yuan race does not dare to mess up.
What is a Yuan Ming?
Moreover, even if he does, he is not afraid of Yuanming.
"Huh, a garbage with a double environment, and dare to challenge me to Yuan Ming, you are just relying on your treasure." Yuan Ming suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly.
Among the crowd, Jiang Kuang, Tu Tianjian and others looked thoughtfully, but did not say anything.
Several geniuses of the spirit tribe have expressed their views one after another.
"Although I don't know the true fighting strength of this blood sword saint, this courage alone is very comparable." Ling Ming, the genius of the Ling clan, said.
"I'm afraid that this blood sword saint is an embroidered pillow, and it doesn't work. I heard that if the last time the Lord came out, he would have died." Ling Xian said with a lip.
"Lingxian, why do you say this? Didn't Blood Sword Saint your title of the youngest island owner? As for this?"
The speaker is a female disciple of the Ling clan, wearing a blue dress, like a green lotus that is muddy but not stained. She is called Linglianzhu.
Although it is a woman, if you underestimate her, you will pay a heavy price.
Her potential is not weaker than Lingming, but her practice time is not as long as Lingming, so her strength is not as good as Lingming.
It can be seen that the Ling clan attaches great importance to Linglianzhu.
"Sister Lian Zhu is right. The Blood Sword Saint is doubled in the creation of the environment. It requires courage in itself. Whether he is embroidering a pillow or posing, this courage, I think it is good." Ling Qihu said.
Some of the top geniuses of the spirit clan, except Lingxian, do not have any special views about each other.
Ling Xian itself has no intersection with Blood Sword Saint.
If you want to say the intersection, then it is the honor of the youngest island owner.
Originally, Ling Xian was the cosmic epoch, the youngest island owner, enjoying the worship of hundreds of millions of people.
However, after the Blood Sword Saint took over the position of Lvzhu Island Island Lord, the honor of the youngest island owner has waved goodbye to Ling Xian.
Ling Xian's heart is not a taste, he felt the name of the Blood Sword Saint is not true.
"Hum, want to get my approval, unless you fight with me." Ling Xian snorted coldly, no longer speaking.
At this time, Yuan Ming and Fang Chen were still facing off.
"Brother Yuan Ming, there is no need to waste speech with this kind of rubbish, and wait until everything enters the inheritance land."
In the team of 100 people from the Yuan tribe, a grey man walked out.
The man's words stunned everyone's heart.
Isn't it afraid of the Holy Lord that is so obvious against the Blood Sword Saint?
"Who is this person? It doesn't seem to be a person of the Yuan tribe."
"Why does it look familiar?"
"I remember, this person is a disciple of Black Blade Emperor."
Suddenly, there was a raging wave in the crowd.
Black Blade Emperor, that is a strong man who can sit on par with the four giants.
All strength, earth-shattering.
Even the holy lord of the human race must give him a face.
And his disciples actually appeared in the Yuan tribe, is it the quota that the Yuan tribe gave him?
"The apprentice of Black Blade Emperor?"
Fang Chen stared at the gray-clothed man, suddenly realized in his heart.
No wonder when the five giants summoned themselves, the Black Blade Emperor helped the Lord of the Yuan clan to speak.
"Brother Ji is right. The inheritance of the ancestral land is extremely dangerous. Ordinary martial artists entered into it and died ten lives. Maybe some people would die without me." Yuan Ming sneered and walked to the gray-clothed man.
Fang Chen and the gray-clothed man looked at each other. Although the latter's murder intention was well hidden, it was still captured by Fang Chen.
It seems that the apprentice of the Black Blade Emperor collaborated with Yuan Ming and was ready to do harm to himself.
Facing Yuan Ming's cynicism, Fang Chen gave a tough counterattack.
Although many people think that Blood Sword Saint is fighting back like this, it is too stupid.
It is about to enter the inheritance ancestral land, which offends the two strong men with serious consequences.
However, in Fang Chen's view, all this does not matter.
"Boy, I hope you can live longer, otherwise I will regret it."
Yuan Ming sneered.
"I'm afraid that you will be killed by me." Fang Chen said in a deep voice.
In the crowd, everyone shook their heads.
Blood Sword Saint's words are too exaggerated.
How much strength do you need to kill Yuan Ming?
Even Jiang Kuang, Tu Tianjian and others did not dare to say that they could kill Yuan Ming 100%.
What's more, as a person of the Yuan tribe, can there be no killer?
Yuan Ming no longer ignored the Blood Sword Saint and turned to Jiang Kuang and others.
"Jiang Kuang, your holy holy land is afraid to return without gain this time." Yuan Ming said with a smile: "All the garbage from the chemical environment can be selected into the team. It seems that your holy land is really empty."
All the time, Yuan Ming did not forget to satire the blood sword saint.
"Blood Sword Saint is to win the quota by virtue of his own strength." Jiang Kuang frowned slightly, a little unhappy.
"Fight for yourself? I think he used some external force?"
Seeing Jiang Kuang's expression, Yuan Ming laughed.
In his view, Fang Chen was able to get the quota, mostly using that treasure.
Otherwise, there are countless geniuses in the holy land of the human race, how can he get him in turn?
"Everyone, there is still a period of time before the inheritance of the ancestral land is opened. How about we communicate with each other?"
"I have no opinion." Jiang Kuangdao said.
"I have no opinion." Yuan Ming nodded.
Communicating with each other helps to understand the opponent's information.
Huh ...
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that the Luo people came the latest."
The Luo people arrived last.
The Lord of the Luo tribe turned into a streamer and rushed into the temple, leaving a team of 100 people.
Seeing the younger generation of the Luo nationality, Fang Chen's heart shook, and the blood temperature in his body suddenly rose suddenly.
But in an instant, he was suppressed.
At the same time, the younger generation led by the Luo tribe frowned slightly and looked around, as if looking for something.
"Strange, what was that breath just now?" Luo Qinghan said secretly.
"Luo Qinghan, it's time for you Luo people to come, we are ready to communicate with each other, do you want to participate." Lingming asked.
Luo Qinghan is a genius at the same level as them, and of course they have to cry together.
Luo Qinghan nodded and walked to Lingming. 8 ± (. ) 8 ± 8 ±, o
At this point, the geniuses of the four holy places have all come together.
Are waiting for the day when the inheritance of the ancestral land begins.
Somewhere in the empty ocean, the surface is calm.
Suddenly, a terrifying air wave flew out of the sea, suspended in the sky, like a fountain.
Indistinctly, a shadow stood in it.
"Inheritance ancestral land, it seems to be opened."
A hoarse voice came from the water column.