Peerless Taoist

In his fury, the Demonic God of Happiness stomped on the ground and let out a rumbling sound.    

Young Master Yin Luo did not care at all. He sneered and said, "Lu Wuya, this will depend on the choice of the three of them. You have so many women. I think that if they were not stupid, they would definitely choose me and not you."    

At this time, the surrounding spiritual energy suddenly fluctuated.    

Bai Suqing's hand formed a seal and a golden Fu Lu appeared in her palm.    

"Sorry, I don't want to think about anyone." Bai Suqing pushed Fu Lu away.    

A mysterious aura echoed around the room.    

Lu Wuya frowned and immediately retreated.    

On the other hand, Young Master Yin Luo, who didn't know how powerful Fu Lu was, rushed forward.    

Bang!    

Young Lord Yin Luo was directly hit by Fu Lu.    

His body sank, and a powerful force knocked him away.    

"Yin Qi!" Young Lord Yin Luo screamed, and a black mist wrapped around him.    

Dadadada!    

After taking three steps back, Young Lord Yin Luo finally managed to stop himself.    

"What spell is this!?" Young Lord Yin Luo's face darkened.    

He keenly sensed that if he were to fully use this spell, it could even endanger his life.    

"There's no need for you to know this." Bai Suqing flicked her horsetail whisk and her gaze was cold.    

Her face was a little pale, but a Fu Lu still condensed in her palm, faintly emitting a powerful pressure.    

Young Master Yin Luo made a prompt decision and turned to Lu Wuya and said, "Take this woman down. The two of us will have half of the quota!"    

Lu Wuya said, "Alright!"    

The two geniuses didn't hesitate at all. They threw themselves at the group of people from the Lingxiao Sect.    

Bai Suqing gritted her teeth.    

This move of hers was taught to her by her mother back then.    

Although it was powerful, it consumed a lot of her energy.    

If it was against a person, it would still be fine. But now, standing in front of her were the two strongest powerhouses of this Middle Land!    

"Lu Wuya, I will leave Bai Suqing to you. I will deal with the other two women!" Young Master Yin Luo laughed loudly. He suddenly bypassed Bai Suqing and rushed towards the group of female disciples.    

Lu Wuya snorted coldly and did not speak.    

At this moment, his fighting spirit was overflowing. He also wanted to experience Bai Suqing's technique.    

"Form the formation!" Fang Xiuyun shouted once again, and all the female disciples formed the formation.    

Several flying swords flew out of the sword formation and pierced towards Young Lord Yin Luo.    

"Hahaha, I advise you all to submit to me!" Young Lord Yin Luo laughed strangely and threw a punch.    

With just a single punch, the sword formation formed by the female disciples was shattered.    

Song Han watched the scene in the mirror outside the field and said with a cold laugh, "A mantis trying to stop a chariot, truly overestimating its ability!"    

The few Lingxiao Sects disciples beside Song Han all furrowed their brows and glared at him angrily.    

Those female disciples were all people of the Lingxiao Sect, so how could they say that they were from the same sect?    

They were a group of girls, and they weren't even afraid of Lu Wuya. What right did a person like you, who surrendered early on, have to say that to them?    

Song Han disapproved, "You guys don't understand at all. This is called strategy, do you understand? Must you fight to the death with those two powerhouses right now? That's not bravery, that's recklessness! Hmph! A bunch of idiots. You won't understand even if I tell you."    

His high and mighty appearance had truly infuriated quite a number of people.    

However, those people could only be so furious for nothing. After all, Song Han's father was an inner sect elder.    

On the field.    

Young Lord Yin Luo sent Fang Xiuyun and the other female disciples flying with a single punch. Then, he took a step forward and arrived in front of Ji Chenyu.    

"How come I didn't know that the Lingxiao Sect produced such a beautiful woman like you?" Young Lord Yin Luo licked his lips and reached out to grab Ji Chenyu's face.    

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Young Lord Yin Luo's arm.    

"You don't want your hand anymore?" Lu Yu's cold voice sounded.