„brat, is you!”
A red eyebrow man looks to Lin Ming, this male Yifan, in spirit shipboard has the conflict with Lin Ming.
He has not thought that Lin Ming suddenly at the mobilization meeting of original dream battlefield braves unexpectedly, he was tired of living.
According to the custom of small palace, such important situation, low-order disciple jumps extremely, interrupts the speech of Vice Palace Master, this is the crime of lese majeste.
„Yu does, Yifan, you know him?”
white robe Elder looks to Yu, the brow wrinkles.
„Yes”
Yu braces oneself the nod, she looks to Lin Ming, disgruntled say (way): „Lin Mu, how don't you practice in the station well, coming the prominent peak to make what?”
„Miss Yu.” Lin Ming has held holding the fist in the other hand, „hears the original dream battlefield soon to open below, wants to result in a quota, enter in, does not know that the enter original dream battlefield also doesn't have the limit of race?”
Lin Ming such remarks, audience silent.
To result in a quota, the enter original dream battlefield, he thinks that who he is!
„Ha! Laughed at me, your Human Race, was so rampant! The quota altogether 9300 people of enter original dream battlefield, the list has decided three months ago, besides 3000 election quotas, the remaining more than 6000 quotas is small extremely palace disciple holds the big ratio, after layer upon layer screens certain to get down!”
„Each attains the quota small extremely palace disciple, is outstanding, dominates in same step Martial Artist, shows disdain for same age one generation! Your actually idle talk white teeth wants a quota, you are an idiot!!”
Yifan's saying with a smile recklessly, even though his voice is insolent. But also said the Soul Clan Martial Artist heart idea on the scene. They thought that this Lin Ming is the fool who a brain enters the water.
„? Quota already certain?” Lin Ming has not thought like this, before Yu has said that in any place of Soul Clan Seventh Level universe, can the enter original dream universe.
Now looks like, but the position does not limit, but wants the enter original dream universe, has other limits inevitably. It is not the casual what people can enter.
The small palace can only feed in 9300 people extremely, disciple that then the small point influence can send in feared that are less.
The Lin Ming sound sinks, said: „To know below that the enter original dream universe, does have the race limit?”
„Not how? You simply do not have the qualifications!” Yifan sneers to say.
„Then gives me your qualifications!” Lin Ming looks at Yifan, saying speak unhurriedly and clearly: „Quota, since is Sect greatly compared with deciding, I am also Sect disciple, defeats you, did the qualifications succeed in obtaining?”
„You!! Courts death!”
Hears the Lin Ming so insolent spoken language. Yifan violent anger.
„Clang”, Yifan long sword comes out of the sheath, points to Lin Ming!
„Since your impatient must die, I help you!”
Yifan was saying soaring, his vision, has locked the Lin Ming dantian position.
Because originally Lin Ming is injured. The Inner World chaos cannot withstand. But now, Lin Ming has recovered, he has not concealed Inner World desirably, making Yifan one eyes see cultivation of Lin Ming is.
„what? Initially enters the Saint Lord time? Originally are you a Saint Lord time humanity?”
Yifan's words, let audience slightly extremely palace disciple are slightly one startled, they look to the Lin Ming dantian position that they felt a light universe aura immediately.
That is Inner World turns into the starry sky, is born stars symbol.
„Saint Lord Initial Stage?” In the jade Lome pupil flashes through an astonished color, the Lin Mu that originally he rescues is Saint Lord Initial Stage Martial Artist.
In soul, Saint Lord time Martial Artist of humanity may be rarely seen.
Generally speaking. Human Martial Artist under all sorts of destiny and chance coincidences, in addition the itself high extremely talent, can break through the Saint Lord time reluctantly, moreover Saint Lord time, often is the Human Race practice end point, wants to further step into King level again, is almost impossible.
„Snort! Saint Lord time how! No wonder you dare private to rush to the prominent peak, you think that the Saint Lord time was great? In the small extremely palace, the Saint Lord time at is not what! Let alone you are Saint Lord of humanity, does not enter my eye!”
Yifan most is looking down upon is Human Race Martial Artist, Human Race Martial Artist in soul, truly mixes very miserably, generally is not the same step Soul Clan Martial Artist match, the Soul Clan match who even faces the low small boundary, is not necessarily able to win.
Let alone, Yifan is small extremely the palace core disciple outstanding person, cultivation for soul Monarch Late Stage peak, misses the Saint Lord boundary not to be far.
He can attain the enter original dream battlefield quota, not through big ratio,