Chapter 1242: Can't afford to lose the same

"enough!"
With a cold drink...
bass!
Ye Zhuixun stood up suddenly.
"Don't you just want to challenge me? Just come, don't question my master!"
He was young and vigorous, and it was a time of passion. Now that he and his master are all questioned, how can he bear it?
So is Lin Tingfeng!
In his bones, there has always been a kind of pride that no one can match!
In the past in the Yinzong, when he was looked down upon, he never bowed his head to anyone.
"It doesn't matter if it is Young Master Qingfeng or someone else, just come! However, I have listened to the ugly words of the wind ahead of me, the fighting convention, the sword is eyeless, regardless of life or death, you are now challenging, if you lose your life, don't blame us !" Dongyu Pavilion and those who questioned them have successfully provoked him!
He has decided that he will never be soft on those who challenge him!
Finished!
Lin Tingfeng and Ye Chaixun looked at each other and flew to the stage one after another.
"..." Lou Qianxue couldn't help but stretch out his hand to cover his forehead as they watched their own opinions.
"These two stinky boys!" The Great Elder Yinzong also frowned and sighed.
"Self-protection, there shouldn't be a problem." However, the East Region Pavilion is so violent, and if there is a playoff, she must rely on it. She is afraid that her two stupid apprentices will learn the ways of others!
The lord of the East Yuge Pavilion looked at Ye Zhuixun and Lin Tingfeng with heavy eyes: "After all, the two are the first in the martial arts tournament. How can ordinary people win without preparation and challenge easily? Moreover, the playoffs are just established rules. I am afraid that many sects have no candidates, so let's put the playoff until tomorrow!"
"It's ridiculous, now you admit that we are the number one in the martial arts conference." Lin Tingfeng's eyebrows were sneered: "You have said everything..."
Ye Chauxun also raised his eyebrows: "No way, who can let the host be the venue? What else can we do besides following other people's rules?"
"Tomorrow will be tomorrow... But the final result, no matter how long it takes, will not change!"
Although Ye Zhuixun and Lin Tingfeng didn't get along for a few days, when they cooperated perfectly, you and I, nakedly ran against the pavilion master of the Eastern Region!
The pavilion owner of the East Region Pavilion twitched his cheeks twice, but the pavilion owner is indeed a pavilion owner. He has a good psychological quality. Apart from the icy cold and killing accidents in his eyes, he showed the same integrity as before, selectively ignoring Ye Zhuixun and Lin. Listening to Feng's banter, he immediately said: "Since the two have no objections, let's decide so!"
Seeing this, other sect disciples and elders felt a strange feeling in their hearts.
"How do I feel... Dongyu Pavilion seems to be unable to lose, so what is the special playoff?"
"However, if it was Young Master Qingfeng who made the move, Lin Tingfeng, Ye Zhuixun, really can't be the first!"
"Unfortunately, Young Master Qingfeng is in retreat..."
There are more sects to meditate for a long time.
"Lin Tingfeng and Ye Zhuixun's cultivation bases can be seen to be very powerful, and they have already said that they will not keep their hands during the playoffs. If they rush to send someone up, they are afraid that they will kill the sect disciple for nothing... Let’s forget about this challenge. If the Eastern Region Pavilion wants it, let the Eastern Region Pavilion do it! Anyway, that’s the number one, it’s not our turn anyway..."
Among the many discussions, the fighting meeting was temporarily suspended and an extra match will be held tomorrow.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ye Zhuixun and Lin Tingfeng flew back from Wutai, expecting Ai Ai to look at Lou Qianxue, not at all the prestige and imposing manner on the stage before: "Master...you, you won't kidnap us to make claims?"