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Chapter 4137

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Originally, he was itching to give it a try. He even wanted to tell Long Yang in front of everyone that he wasn't worthy of their Big Missy. Only young elites like them were worthy of those immortals.

At this moment, all of them were completely petrified.

What?

Big Missy said it herself. What did that mean?

Sob sob sob!

We won't have that chance in the future?

What's the point of fighting now? Even if I beat him up, Big Missy's innocence will never come back.

Return my pure and unblemished Big Missy!

After beating up her little brother, Mo Qingqing stomped her foot. In an instant, all the so-called young prodigies around them fell silent.

Looking at Big Missy's expression, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up.

Anyway, Big Missy's reputation had been completely ruined in the past few days by her own little brother. It didn't matter if it was ruined one more time.

"Hey! Kid, I heard that you're really strong. You just arrived at the Violet Cloud Python Clan and you already obtained the status of a Foreign Delegate. It won't be easy to stabilize this status. "

"Come, come, come. Come up and spar with me. Let me see if you have the strength to be a Foreign Delegate." Of course, these words were completely different from what they were saying in their hearts.

Right now, they were obviously unhappy that this kid had ruined Big Missy's reputation. In fact, they might even get together with Big Missy. However, they couldn't say that in the arena. They could just find an excuse or no excuse. They just didn't like him. What could they do about it?

In any case, they just had to keep quiet about Big Missy. Didn't they see that Big Missy was already on the verge of anger?

Long Yang really didn't want to go up. What kind of joke was this? Those who could stand on the arena now were all so-called young prodigies.

Such an immortal was really not someone he could deal with easily.

However, after taking another look at that demoness, Long Yang finally compromised.

Being abused was much better than having his life in danger. For the sake of survival, for the sake of freedom, he had to work hard.

Step by step, he walked up the arena. Thinking about the tragic fate that might befall him, Long Yang laughed bitterly.

It seemed that he would never be able to receive fair treatment in this life of his.

This was the first girl he had come into contact with after coming to another place. What the hell was she? The woman at the foot of the mountain was a tiger. Hmm, our little cutie Meng Ji was right.

When he looked back at Mo Qingqing's ghost-like face, Long Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

When the arrogant immortal saw Long Yang step forward, his sinister smile became even more intense.

No matter what, even if it was just beating up Long Yang to vent his anger, it would still be an incomparably carefree thing for him, alright? Not to mention showing his face in front of the Eldest Miss.

"Zhou San, a member of the Communication Python Clan, late Immortal Realm. Please give me your guidance." Even if he wanted to KO Long Yang directly, he still had to abide by the rules.

He cupped his fists towards him. In the past few days, he had been thinking about how to make this brat suffer without going overboard.

"Yang! Golden Light Mastiff Clan … "

Suddenly, Long Yang's eyes flashed with golden light.

Before he could finish his sentence, he had already dashed away.

He was as fast as a bolt of lightning, heading straight for his opponent. Almost no one present could react in time.

Zhou San was also among them. In an instant, he felt a strong wind blow past him.

Then, a fist wrapped in strong Immortal Qi headed straight for his chest.

I can't dodge it!

"F * ck, I was careless."

These were the only words that Zhou San could think of before he was sent flying.

"Plop!"

Long Yang didn't hold back at all in this attack. In fact, he used all the power he could muster in that instant.

Zhou San was sent flying like a cannonball. When he came into contact with the wooden pillar at the edge of the arena, the pillar broke.

In an instant, a deep crack was left on the marble floor of the arena.

"I …"

Only then did Zhou San react, and he was unable to restrain his anger.

But when he stood up again and tore this shameless guy to shreds, he felt a wave of pain in his chest.

He didn't say a word, just tilted his head, and fainted.

Yes, an instant kill.

It wasn't an instant kill without any surprises.

From the beginning to the end, Zhou San didn't even touch the corner of Long Yang's clothes. One punch, just one punch, and he finished off an opponent who was, in everyone's opinion, a strong opponent.

"F * ck!"

Countless people wanted to curse out loud in their hearts.

They had seen shameless people, but they had never seen someone as shameless as Long Yang.

Didn't they agree to have a spar?

He didn't play by the rules at all.

Even though Long Yang's punch was considered stunning, subconsciously, the first reaction that almost all the immortals could think of was that this guy was really shameless.

Even Mo Wen, who had always been on good terms with Long Yang, twitched his mouth. He could see that there was a reason why he was beaten up by this guy before.

If you could completely put down your pride and not care about your image and other people's evaluation, you could also beat someone up before they could react.

However, this kind of magical technique was not something that could be practiced by ordinary people.

"No, definitely not."

"How can there be such a spar in the world?"

"Yang, don't you have any shame? Fighting like this, it's an unfair victory. "

Many of the experts below the stage were in an uproar at this moment. It was a sneak attack, and it was a sneak attack that no one could react to.

Could this person be so shameless to such an extent?

"I won!"

"Didn't you?"

Long Yang Leng Leng said, as if he was talking about something unimportant, but this sentence still made everyone around quiet down.

That's right, no matter what kind of shameless method he used, he won. This was a spar without fighting.

If you were shameless enough to win like this, and you didn't care about other people's evaluation, you could do the same.

So, at this moment, even if most of the experts were extremely angry, they couldn't say a word of rebuttal. He won, so he won.

Regardless of whether the method was honorable or not, it was still a win.

"I'll fight you," a young man in his twenties finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He suppressed his anger, and once he came up, he mobilized his spiritual power.

In an instant.

A few immortal swords began to hang upside down around his body.

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