The Female Lord Of Resentment, And The Eighteen-Winged Six Seraphs

Chapter 738: The Provoking Method Is Useless To Me

Shen Xuan sneered and said: "This method of stimulating generals is too old-fashioned, but unfortunately it has no effect on me."

Lin Haonan wanted to use the opportunity of the ring battle to assassinate Shen Xuan, and Shen Xuan also wanted to use this opportunity to get rid of Lin Haonan.

This "Feng Yun Ranking" ranking competition is a Hongmen Banquet!

Shen Xuan planned to take this opportunity to kill Lin Haonan and completely get rid of the Lin family's trouble.

"Huh? That's not right!"

Shen Xuan's expression suddenly changed drastically, as if he remembered something terrible.

"What's wrong?" Xia Tong asked worriedly.

"It's okay!" Shen Xuan shook his head and said, "Don't tell Xue Yan about this first."

"But what about your safety?" Xia Tong's pretty face was full of anxiety.

Shen Xuan smiled lightly: "If I can't even deal with Lin Haonan, I won't be qualified to protect Xue Yan."

"But...you have just entered the inner courtyard after all, and there is a huge gap between you and Lin Haonan. What if..." Xia Tong hesitated, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.

"Silly girl, don't think too much, I'm measured." Shen Xuan patted her shoulder and smiled: "If you wait for a while, I should improve a lot!"

Shen Xuan has decided to advance to the fourth level within this month and strive to reach the peak of the second level of pulse condensation within half a year!

"Yes! I believe you!" Xia Tong nodded solemnly.

Shen Xuan's talent and strength are very powerful, Xia Tong firmly believes that he can surpass Lin Haonan one day!

Shen Xuan sat down cross-legged, recuperating his body and raising his condition to its peak.

About half an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes.

"This time, I will make sure Lin Haonan never comes back!" Shen Xuan's eyes flashed coldly.

Shen Xuan immediately left and walked towards the other end of the valley.

"Huh? Isn't that guy Shen Xuan?"

"I heard that his legs were broken yesterday! How dare you come here now? Are you not afraid of death?"

Seeing Shen Xuan coming out, several inner court disciples whispered, their eyes revealing ridicule and teasing.

"Huh! He's just a waste, but he really thinks of himself as an inner court disciple!" A sarcastic laugh suddenly sounded.

Hearing this, Shen Xuan turned around and saw a young man.

Shen Xuan remembered that his name was Zhao Dong, that his strength was much higher than Xie Wentao's, and that he was a third-grade alchemist.

"Zhao Dong!" Shen Xuan frowned, a fierce cold light burst out of his eyes, and his murderous intent was fierce.

...Please give me flowers...

Zhao Dong is the ninth core disciple in the inner courtyard, second only to Lin Haonan.

"Shen Xuan, you were lucky enough to escape last time at the alchemy ceremony. I won't let you go so easily this time!" Zhao Dong grinned.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you have the guts, let's go to the ring to see the real thing." Shen Xuan said coldly.

"Hehe! See you in the ring! I hope you won't be so scared that you hide!" Zhao Dong said with a grin.

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"Trash, you can get out!"

"Whoosh~"

Just when Zhao Dong was about to take action, a black stream of light suddenly struck.

Zhao Dong's expression changed and he immediately raised the long sword in his hand to stop him.

"clang!"

The next moment, accompanied by a harsh impact, Zhao Dong took several steps back before he could stabilize his body.

Looking up at the direction where the black stream of light fell, Zhao Dong's pupils suddenly shrank and he said in horror: "Spiritual weapon! Is this... a black iron rod?"

I saw a tall and majestic body standing not far away, with muscles all over his body, like an iron tower made of steel.

The owner of this figure is a strong man, wearing coarse clothes, with naked bronze skin, and his whole body is filled with a terrifying evil spirit. .