This brotherly match made everyone even more surprised. Unexpectedly, Your Highness would value Chen Ling so much, and he was guessing in his heart: "Maybe the royal family wants to recruit Chen Ling?"

Qu Zhengtian said this, and Chen Ling neither refused nor agreed, and said in confusion: "Your Highness, please forgive Chen Ling for saying frankly that I have never met Your Highness before. Today is the first time."

Before Qu Zhengtian returned, Chen Ling said again: "Your Highness can respect me, Chen Ling, but in my opinion, it is better to be friends with Your Highness to be brothers. I, Chen Ling, have a straightforward personality, say whatever you have, and I hope Your Highness will forgive you."

The most important reason why Chen Ling refused was that he did not want to be involved in the disputes of the royal family, especially dealing with people who were as scheming as Qu Zhengtian. Therefore, in his opinion, it is better to keep a certain distance from this person, because he does not want to be a person used by the royal family.

The whole banquet was quiet for Chen Ling's response, and the scene was once again in an awkward atmosphere, and there was a hint of solemnity in this awkwardness.

Of course, the most unexpected thing was Qu Zhengtian. However, after a moment of stunned ease, in order to relieve the awkward atmosphere, he smiled and said, "Brother Ling, you are indeed a happy person. I like this kind of sex, and being a good friend is like a brother."

And just as Qu Zhengtian's words fell, a sarcasm sounded.

"You are quite arrogant. What a status Your Highness is, it is your honor to be brother to you. I am really ungrateful," Bai Shengfeng said coldly.

"Yes, some people are crazy, and they don't look at their identity," Chu Yingyue said sourly.

"You are really right. Some people are destined to be slaves for the rest of their lives, which is really unpleasant," Leng Beiyue also said on the side.

Because of his grudge, the three of them verbally launched a bombardment attack on Chen Ling.

Qing Linglong and Hua Yirong also had a hint of disdain on their faces, showing a look of laughter.

Although Zhao Liuxuan and Shen Ling are of the same clan, they did not defend Chen Ling at all, and a trace of gloating arises on their faces.

However, Duan Mo Youxue seemed a little calm. Although she was surprised by Chen Ling's decisiveness, she was even more disgusted than the faces that several people deliberately targeted him.

At this time, Chen Ling looked at the three of them calmly, "I can't stand the three of them either. Since everyone doesn't stand the other, the only way is to fight," he said, clenched the fist in his hand.

Leng Beiyue suddenly stood up and said furiously to Chen Ling: "Don't think that I beat me in the ring. I, Leng Beiyue, will be afraid of you."

"Yes, it's on stage. When we get off stage, we have some ways to deal with you," Chu Yingyue also said to Chen Ling with a glaring eyes.

"A arrogant person, it seems you shouldn't be here. Get out of here," Bai Shengfeng also sneered.

After saying that, the three of them all looked at Chen Ling with fierce eyes. Their eyes were like they wanted to eat Chen Ling, because Chen Ling made them ugly in front of everyone, which made them feel a big grudge.

The smell of gunpowder at the scene became stronger and stronger, but Qu Zhengtian did not speak up, and Qing Linglong and Wu You looked like they were waiting for the show to be performed.

Chen Ling glanced at the three of them and finally said to the three of them in contempt: "It's not that I underestimated you and the three of you. Even if you and the three of you go together, I, Chen Ling, will never take it to my heart."

After pausing, he said again: "Just as you said just now, there are rules on the stage, and when you get off the stage, I will also have my own means to get off the stage. If you have the temper, let's use a challenge to speak. If you don't have the temper, just talk here. If you don't have the temper, go as far as you go. Of course, if you want to challenge, you will go together, or go together, I'll do whatever you want."

"It's crazy, it's really crazy, challenging three people at the same time."

The people present were all shocked. This psychological reaction was all about what everyone wanted to express in their hearts. They felt that it was so relaxed and casual to say it from Chen Ling, but it was not true. One person challenged three people, and the three of them were all on the list, each of whom was very strong and had unique skills.

Although Chen Ling defeated three people on stage, they were all single confrontations. Now they had to fight three. For them, it was a fantasy and was just joking.

Duan Mo Youxue was stunned after hearing this, then looked at Chen Ling, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. When she wanted to say something, she still didn't speak.

Qing Linglong and Wu You glanced at each other, and there was a hint of deep doubt in their eyes.

Qu Zhengtian still didn't say anything, and looked at Chen Ling inexplicably. It was obvious that what he said to Chen Ling had a sense of belief and doubt.

Leng Fae Yue, Chu Yingyue and Bai Shengfeng were full of mockery on their faces. They felt that Chen Ling's words were ridiculous, and at the same time they felt that Chen Ling was insulting their strength.

Then Leng Beiyue snorted, "Since you are looking for death, I will help you, but there is no need for three people, and I will be enough for one person."

Although he lost to Chen Ling on the battlefield, he always believed that he had never let go of his hands because of the challenge rules. Now he is a private settlement of grudges. He can be free from any restrictions, so he is fully confident that he can defeat Chen Ling and regain the face of today's battle.

After Leng Bieyue said that, his figure flew directly to a platform outside the pavilion. The sword had been unsheathed and led it into his hands, making everyone feel that this battle must be done with all their strength.

Seeing this, Chen Ling did not hesitate at all and stood up and flew directly to the platform.

Everyone in the pavilion stood up and looked at the two people on the platform. They all wanted to see if Chen Ling could still easily defeat Leng Beiyue as before.

Of course, Chu Yingyue and Bai Shengfeng's eyes were even more ruthless, and they hoped that Leng Beiyue could defeat Chen Ling and exude the anger in their chests.

Seeing the two of them facing each other again, Qu Zhengtian's eyes seemed very normal. In his opinion, even though Leng Bieyue was dissatisfied, his failure on the battlefield had proved that he was no match for Chen Ling.

Even if he had a duel again, he still had no possibility of divine calculations. What he wanted to see more was the scene of Chen Ling fighting three, and he wanted to see how terrifying this person's limit would be.

Seeing Chen Ling leap, Leng Beiyue shouted directly at Chen Ling, and stepped quickly like the wind, and the long sword was already covered with shadows in his hand and slashed towards Chen Ling.

Facing the fierce Leng Beiyue, Chen Ling closed his eyes slightly, moved his feet eight steps to display his mysterious steps. At the same time, the sound of the sword sounded, and he rang his body and his whole figure came directly to meet him.

With the two sword powers, two cyclones were generated and stirred in the air. Finally, the two cyclones were merged together with one touch.

Suddenly, a powerful mediation was formed between the two, and countless sword lights could be seen vaguely. The mediation seemed to be able to devour everything, making the surroundings of the two of them become lightning.

In the pavilion, when everyone saw the sword power released by the two men forming a powerful cyclone stirring, they sighed in their hearts: "Strong, too strong." Chen Ling was also shocked. He felt that Leng Bieyue was indeed much stronger than on the platform during the day, and said in his heart: "Maybe he had not done his best before."

The mediation was stirring and slowly expanding. Suddenly, a burst of explosion occurred, and a wave of air spread around.

Both of them retreated. In the field, the wind was fluttering with the waves, making their clothes rustle.

After stabilizing his body, Leng Beiyue's eyes were unwilling to accept their gratitude and shouted, "Go to die," and said, turning over and slashing at Chen Ling again. This time, it was different from before. Leng Beiyue's figure gradually became bigger, and it seemed like a powerful figure standing behind him was supporting him, and the sword power became even more mad and shrill.

"True martial soul!"

"It seems that this should be his last trick," Chen Ling analyzed in his heart. He could feel the huge figure hidden behind him, which was the true martial soul.

In the pavilion, everyone saw Leng Beiyue slashing at Chen Ling with a bastard, but Chen Ling stood indifferently, as if she was not ready to fight back, which made everyone feel unsolvable.

But Chu Yingyue and Bai Shengfeng showed arrogant smiles on their faces. They thought that perhaps this was Leng Bieyue’s real strength, and Chen Ling would undoubtedly only lose.

The stroke began to roar, but Chen Ling did not rush to attack. He raised a curve in the corner of his mouth, his expression was very relaxed, and then he slowly closed his eyes, leaving only two words in his heart: "Feel."

Feel the speed of the dynamic stroke, feel the tranquility and lightness of the strong wind, and suddenly a "swish" buzzing sound sounded, and the entire platform seemed to have changed.

The wind was still strong just now, but now the wind suddenly stopped. A shadow like a black line in the air suddenly passed through the front and disappeared in an instant.

"Sword!"

"He understood the sword power, no wonder..." In the pavilion, Qing Linglong narrowed his eyes slightly, guessing in his heart, looking at Chen Ling with a hint of caution. The person who can comprehend the sword power is an extremely dangerous person, not to mention that his cultivation is still in the form of a body. If he enters the realm of still-energy, it will be even more terrifying.

What happened next made everyone feel shocked. On the platform, a scream of pain echoed across the lake. Leng Beiyue, who was slashing towards Chen Ling, suddenly flew several feet away and sucked away from the platform.

But when his body was falling, one of his arms flew out, and blood mist was sprayed in the air, and everyone was full of tragic.

When Leng Beiyue's figure landed, the entire platform instantly returned to normal, but the wind was no longer as arrogant as before, but the wind was wandering, making people feel a cool smell.

"Strange!"

"What happened that moment just now?"

The expressions of the people in the pavilion seemed to be petrified. It was hard for them to imagine that all this would be related to Chen Ling, and they all asked themselves in their hearts: "How did he do it?"

Qu Zhengtian's eyes flashed with a trace of splendor, and he looked at Chen Ling and said in his heart: "A person like this will lose a little bit of madness. Madness is his true nature."

Qing Linglong's eyes were a little calm, because his previous judgment proved that Leng Beiyue was no match for Chen Ling at all. The person who could understand the sword power was also the beginning of a sword cultivator.

Wu You's eyes were even more complicated. He didn't expect Chen Ling's true strength to be so strong. No wonder he could challenge the three of them at the same time.
Chapter completed!