The Most Generous Master Ever



In the martial arts arena, the two of them stood opposite each other. Compared to Han Feng's tall and mighty figure, Linglong's small body looked especially comical.

Wasn't she just a half-grown little loli? No matter how one looked at it, it was comical for a little loli to fight a tall and mighty man one-on-one.

This scene was too beautiful. No one dared to look.

Qi Huan stood in the arena. He first looked at Han Feng and nodded in satisfaction. Then, he looked at Linglong and the corner of his mouth twitched. He sweated in his heart. Who the hell thought of this battle? Don't cry from the beating later. There's nowhere to coax her later.

The various large families, who were originally watching, also attracted their attention. They also wanted to see who would win the spar between these two factions.

The people from the Ye family and Xiao family had already arrived at the edge of the arena and were silently watching.

In the crowd, Ye Wuhen revealed a trace of ill intentions and suddenly felt his heart ache. Don't be mistaken. He didn't feel sorry for Linglong, but for her opponent.

"Hehe, it's not good to be so exciting from the start, right?" Ye Wuhen felt a little numb as he thought to himself. He had seen the conflict between Ye Qiu and Daoist Tianfeng. However, he never expected that he would finally decide to let Linglong fight this battle first. Wasn't this using a nuclear bomb to kill a chicken?

"Senior Brother Qi, this little fellow seemed to have ascended with you back then, right? Why does it seem like you're not worried about her at all?" In the crowd, a Hidden Sword disciple asked in confusion.

Standing in front of the team was Qi Wuhui, who had disappeared for many years. He definitely had to participate in this vast Heaven Mending Assembly. However, he kept a low profile and hid in the crowd, afraid that he would be discovered. At that time, he might become the target of everyone.

"Hehe, worried? You're thinking too much. If you have the leisure, you should worry about the other party first." Qi Wuhui was quite experienced in this problem. He would worry about anyone else but Linglong. Who in this world didn't know the might of Martial Monarch Linglong?

Go out and ask around. When have I, Martial Monarch Linglong, suffered?

Everyone was puzzled when they saw his confident expression. The elder of the Hidden Sword lineage was even more puzzled.

He pondered in his heart. With Qi Wuhui's relationship with Violet Cloud Training Hall, if Qi Wuhui took over the Hidden Sword lineage in the future, his side would definitely be close to Violet Cloud Training Hall.

Therefore, he was also betting on whether Violet Cloud Training Hall could be relied on. Now, he could use this opportunity to see how much potential Violet Cloud Training Hall had.

Everyone discussed animatedly, each with their own ulterior motives.

In the arena, Linglong was already in position. However, this was her first time on stage and she did not have much experience. She thought that they could start fighting when they met.

Just as she was about to attack, she was pushed back by Qi Huan.

"Wait a minute!" Qi Huan sweated. Why was this little fellow so anxious?

"Hurry up, hurry up." Linglong was not angry and said excitedly.

"Hmph, little girl, are you so anxious to be beaten up? Don't cry later." Han Feng said confidently.

"What are you barking at?" Linglong was instantly unhappy. She hated it when others called her a little girl. She just couldn't grow up, but she wasn't a real little girl. Her master had already said that when she grew up, she would be even more beautiful than her senior sister. She was definitely a beauty.

Qi Huan looked at the two people who were at each other's throats. After a moment of silence, he saw that the atmosphere was about right. He immediately said, "In this Martial Meeting, Violet Cloud's Linglong will fight the Heavenly Dao's Han Feng! This battle will be based on the points competition. If you win every round, you can accumulate one point.

"The points competition system is another competition system other than the ladder competition system. This competition system is the ranking of the competition. Disciples of the various peaks can participate.

"The more victories there are, the higher the points and the higher the ranking. In the point-based competition, it's mainly about competing in the same realm. However, there are also exceptions. If you can complete the cross-level challenge, you can increase your points according to the different difficulty.

"At the end of the competition, the highest-ranked mountain range can obtain the reward personally set up by the First Elder. I hope everyone will work hard."

After introducing the rules of the points competition, there was an uproar.

"Good lord! It's a point-based competition system. The open and hidden struggles between the various peaks are already very intense. As soon as this ranking is released, I'm afraid they will fight in an abyss of suffering and directly pull it out into the open."

"Let's not talk about the rewards. With the original grudges of the various factions and the differences in Dharmic Dao, it's impossible for them to tolerate their opponents being ranked higher than them."

Everyone instantly discussed. Once this competition system appeared, it could basically push the atmosphere of the meeting to its peak. This competition was the first competition between the two great mountain ranges. It could be said to be filled with gunpowder.

"Hmph, looks like this battle point will belong to my Heavenly Dao Peak." Hearing this competition system, Daoist Tianfeng snorted and said confidently.

Ye Qiu glanced at him and smiled. "Looks like Senior is very confident in your disciple."

"Of course! Although my inferior disciple can't be said to be extremely talented, he can still be considered a rare genius. He cultivated for more than a hundred years and tempered himself to the limit. He even opened the tenth Heavenly Sanctum. Confidence? I definitely have it."

Daoist Tianfeng looked confident as he talked about his disciple's various past experiences. Then, he asked, "I wonder what's so special about this disciple who has cultivated for a few years?"

Ye Qiu smiled and said, "That's a lot. I can't finish at all. My disciple Linglong is the reincarnation of a peerless mighty figure. She has Innate Divine Strength and was able to go ahead and suppress all enemies of the same generation when she was five years old.

"When she was six years old, she once won the championship in the battle at Yun Ding. She killed a Heavenly Demon at the age of seven and became a Martial Monarch at the age of eight. She was the only one in the world."

Speaking of Linglong's past, there were too many to count. Ye Qiu made up a few short lines, making everyone confused.

"You're bragging, right? So awesome?"

"I don't believe…"

"Damn it, I was still chasing after little sparrows when I was eight years old. You're invincible in your generation when you're eight years old?"

"In this day and age, you don't even know how to brag. You haven't even grown up at the age of eight. You can't even cultivate. You can only cultivate Body Tempering."

"As everyone knows, Body Tempering is the most difficult path. It's cruel and difficult to imagine. It also requires many resources, time, continuous tempering, and precipitation.

No matter how powerful she is or how talented she is, how powerful can she be?" No one believed it, and neither did Daoist Tianfeng. Eight years old? Who was he lying to?

However, in reality, Ye Qiu wasn't bragging. He hadn't finished yet. What Linglong did was a hundred times more ridiculous than what Ye Qiu said. However, it was normal. If Ye Qiu hadn't watched her grow, he wouldn't have believed it.

Can you believe that a demoness who had slaughtered all living beings and almost destroyed the world was actually afraid of an eight-year-old loli?

Tianmeng expressed that she understood this very well.

Ye Qiu couldn't be bothered to explain. In any case, they'll know in a while. He didn't have the obligation to answer their doubts.