Chapter 4389

This is an independent and different space. The colorful light comes from nowhere, enveloping the heaven and earth. The light is soft, beautiful and lonely.

The members of the "xuanhuang hall" are basically united, but it does not mean that there will be no contradictions among the members.

In case of any conflict, the "xuanhuang hall" can't force the two sides to make peace by pressing their heads. The two sides can privately resolve their gratitude and resentment, provided that they are not allowed to cause the other party to fall.

The solution of a monk is basically to start, the winner is right, and the loser will bow his head and admit his mistake.

Because there is too much fighting between powerful monks, worry free city, Yuanshi mountain, and even an ordinary branch hall all have "challenge arena" for members to compete or learn from each other.

At present, this different space is a "challenge arena" of this nature.

In this strange space, there are dozens of people at the moment. Except for the two people standing in the center, the rest are far away. In the dim light, it is easy to miss if you do not observe carefully.

Two people in the middle, one of whom is Leng Dongliu.

The other man was a handsome man in his twenties and sevenoreight years old. He was extremely tall, nearly two meters, but he didn't make people feel strong at all. His flowing muscles were full of an explosive sense of strength and also had an amazing beauty.

Not only did he have no hair, eyebrows and whiskers on his head, he even had no eyelashes. His skin was metallic and golden, as if he were a magic weapon forged from metal!

Leng Dongliu's face is pale, his seven orifices bleed, his chest collapses, and he can see sapphire like bones and even viscera.

"You lost!"

The baldheaded man stared at Leng Dongliu with a rebellious face and a look of contempt in his eyes. As expected, this guy was not his opponent at all.

"I lost." Leng Dongliu was expressionless.

Seeing this, the onlookers in the distance talked in a low voice.

"Leng Dongliu is willing to admit defeat. I thought he would say something hard."

"If you lose, you'll lose. What's the use of a few tough words? However, according to their previous bet, Leng Dongliu can't continue to participate in the 'ranking war' now."

"Yes! It's a pity. It seems that it hasn't been many years since Leng Dongliu joined the 'xuanhuang Hall'. He can force the golden light lord to use his real skills to deal with him. I guess his strength was enough to enter the top ten."

"It's a pity, but it's a good thing for us. If he doesn't participate in the 'ranking war', the person who would have been behind him would have automatically increased his ranking."

……

Hearing that the other Party conceded defeat, the golden light holy master gave a cold hum, and the terrible smell of his body dissipated.

The golden color on his skin receded like the tide, and soon became bronze. Obviously, this is a powerful means to end the battle, so there is no need to continue to use it!

Boom——

At this time, the sound of space explosion came from the left, and a sense of crisis appeared in the heart of the golden Lord, startling him.

Turning around, a young man with a cold face, holding a long gun, was rushing towards him with fierce eyes.

He was shocked and frowned. Who is this guy and why should he do it to himself?

The rest of the people were also startled and looked at the young people who were suddenly in trouble.

"Xiao Chen, stop!"

Leng Dongliu also saw the young man who suddenly made a move. His expression changed and he quickly shouted.

But Lin Chen didn't want to stop at all. He was like a fierce beast in a rage. He stared at the golden light holy master. His eyes were full of fierce light. A stone picture flew out of his eyebrows.

"Mountains and rivers -"

"I told you to stop! Did you even listen to my master?" Leng Dongliu drinks angrily.

Hearing the words, the crowd was in an uproar. Only then did they know that the young man who suddenly shot was Leng Dongliu's disciple. They also understood why the young man suddenly shot.

"Unexpectedly, Leng Dongliu himself was just the supreme realm of great perfection, and there was a disciple of the same level." Someone was surprised.

"This kind of situation is really rare, but it is not unprecedented. The more you go to the back, the more slowly you will improve your realm. It is normal for a master to stay in front of a bottleneck for too long and be overtaken by his disciples." And humane.

Lin Chen's expression was still angry, but he finally stopped. "The picture of the meteor saint" returned to his eyebrows.

He flew to Leng Dongliu's side and frowned at the ferocious wound on Leng Dongliu's chest.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Leng Dongliu shook his head at Lin Chen. "Although it looks scary, it's just a physical injury. Relying on my body's self-healing ability, it won't take long for the wound to heal."

Although he was telling the truth, the anger in Lin Chen's heart still didn't dissipate.

He is a very protective person. Even for Leng Dongliu, this is not a serious injury, but his master was beaten, just as his parents were beaten. He can't bear it anyway.

Leng Dongliu was relieved and helpless to see Lin Chen's anger.

He did not expect that this humiliating scene would be seen by his disciples. If Lin Chen was stronger than the golden light saint, he would not stop him.

The problem is, if Lin Chen rushes up, he will only lose face like himself.

He has lost all his face, and he doesn't want his disciples to lose face.

Seeing that Lin Chen was not going to do it, Jin Guangsheng felt bored and said with a smile: "I haven't had enough of it just now, and another one came to the door to find it. I was very happy, but you slipped away very quickly. Otherwise, you two teachers and disciples will go together, and I will beat you both?"

Lin Chen turned to look at him. His eyes were as cold as freezing the space.

Hearing the speech, everyone looked at each other. They all thought that the golden light holy master was too arrogant.

Are you not satisfied with the cold East current?

In the distance, a tough looking man with a long sword on his back looked at Lin Chen's face with some surprise in his eyes.

"Do you know this disciple of Leng Dongliu?"

Beside him stood a charming woman with peach blossom eyes. The woman had the charm of a mature woman, but she looked just like a teenage girl.

The rest were gathered in several groups, and there was no one beside the two.

Other people seem to keep a distance from them and dare not approach them.

The man nodded and said, "I met him once before. The venerable man I killed last time was with his help. His strength is very good."

The woman looked surprised and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that this man could be praised by the Lord of the nine heavenly swords. It seems that his strength is really good. How do you think he has a good chance of winning against Jin Yuanchuan?"

"There is no chance of winning." The nine Heaven Sword Master shook his head. Maybe in the next "ranking war", Lin Chen is qualified to fight with the golden light saint, but at present, he hasn't.