"This master, in theory, you have beaten Yuan Lao Chou, so even if you fail this time, you can still get in." The Leng Mansion butler nodded to the defeat.

Such masters have just met even more powerful people.

Looking at the entire Kunlun Mountain, the means of defeat are also excellent.

"If we calculate this way, wouldn't we have lost one quota? This is unfair!" A warrior took the lead and shouted.

They are not that powerful and are almost in the middle.

A place may determine whether they have the chance to enter.

"If anyone is not satisfied with this decision, you can leave by yourself!" The Leng Mansion Manager said coldly with a stern face: "But I have something to say first. For the various benefits and benefits in the future, don't blame our Leng family for not taking you with you!"

The warriors suddenly felt like eggplant beaten by frost, and there was no sound.

"Start now, one by one! But remember, don't hurt people's lives!" After the butler said that, he sat on a chair and started recording.

And in the yard.

"Stop!" The defeat called Du Jinghong who was walking in front.

"I'm asking you something?" Du Jinghong turned around and raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't accept disciples, you are stupid!"

"I just want to ask...how do you know me...the sword technique passed down by our family?" Du Jinghong pointed out a few points just now, all of which were problems that troubled him for many years.

"Your family?" Du Jinghong was stunned and laughed: "Stop messing around with me, brother, you should go back and ask your ancestors, where did you steal the master and learn the art!"
Chapter completed!