Lan Qingyu's face changed drastically, and he glared at Yang Chen and said, "Do you dare?"

"I am a disciple of the inheritance, you..."

Pa, pa, pa!

However, before Lan Qingyu could react, Yang Chen had already added a black whip in his hand, which directly whipped Lan Qingyu.

"You can resist!"

"But once you resist, I have the right to kill you on the spot!"

Yang Chen spoke indifferently.

Hearing Yang Chen's words, Lan Qingyu had to collect the spiritual skills that Lan Qingyu was about to condense and went back.

His face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were filled with endless anger.

Being whipped ten times in public is definitely a great shame for him, a disciple of the Holy Academy inheritance.

However, Lan Qingyu had to endure it.

Because he knew that Yang Chen was not joking. Once he resisted, the other party would definitely kill him on the spot.

By then, it will be in vain to die, and even the Taoist sect can do nothing.

So, at this moment, he felt extremely frustrated.

"Zhao Yi, the humiliation that Zhao Yi will definitely return a hundred times the day in the future."

After receiving the ten whip, Yang Chen's body was stained with blood and was in a very embarrassing state.

Obviously, Yang Chen did not show any mercy.

After leaving this sentence, Yang Chen walked away in shame.

This time, he was so embarrassed that he naturally could not stay here anymore.

After Lan Qingyu left, Zhao Yi sat next to Nangong Yan'er with peace of mind, as if he had not been affected by the incident just now.

Even with the hatred eyes of the disciples of the Taoist Palace, Zhao Yi directly ignored it.

Yang Chen glanced at Zhao Yi meaningfully and said, "Lan Qingyu will never give up. Zhao Yi, you have to be careful."

Zhao Yi smiled indifferently and said, "It's just a clown who jumps, it's not worth mentioning."

When the disciples of the Holy Academy heard Zhao Yi’s arrogant words, they were all shocked.

But the disciples of the Taoist Palace stared at Zhao Yi angrily.

Obviously, Zhao Yi regards Lan Qingyu as a jumping clown, so he simply doesn't take their Taoist Palace seriously.

Yang Chen smiled faintly and said, "Interesting!"

"It seems that I'm talking too much."

After Yang Chen said that, he sat down from behind.

He is both the inheritor of the Holy Academy and a disciple of the Judgment Hall, so it doesn't matter where he sits.

At this time, Zhao Yi sat next to Nangong Yan'er, and undoubtedly became the focus of everyone's attention and everyone was discussing

"So, you are the Supreme Saint Zhao Yi?"

"Tell me, how did you get to my junior sister?"

At this moment, a beautiful female voice sounded.

Zhao Yi saw that it was a mature and beautiful woman next to Nangong Yan'er talking.

This woman has a very full chest and is dressed very boldly and sexy.

The armor on the chest could hardly cover the two peaks and was about to come out.

Anyone who looks at this woman for the first time is afraid that he will not help but fall on the chest of this plump woman.

At this time, her beautiful eyes looked at Zhao Yi, full of charming charm.

Nangong Yan'er said at this time: "Zhao Yi, this is my second senior sister, Ling Yingxue!"

"This time, the second senior sister is going to participate in the Holy Election Conference to compete for the quota of core disciples, so we come with me."

Zhao Yi said politely: "I have met Senior Sister Yingxue."

Zhao Yi is still very modest and polite for those who are not hostile to him.

The crazy attitude I just now completely restrained.

This made Ling Yingxue think that Zhao Yi and Zhao Yi were not the same person at all.

"It's all my own people, so I don't have to be so polite."

"However, there will be a voting session, and junior brother will have to vote for senior sister."

Ling Yingxue spoke very straightforwardly.

Zhao Yi knew what Ling Yingxue meant. Wang Zhong had told him before that the final quota of primary election should be more than seven.

At that time, the final list of seven people will be decided through the vote of representatives of each palace.

The number of votes owned by representatives of each palace is different.

The more votes the Honmiya, which ranks in the top rankings, has.

Zhao Yi represents the Tianyin Palace, and the Tianyin Holy Emperor is the first Saint Emperor in the Holy Academy.

Therefore, even if there is only Zhao Yi, the number of votes that Tianyin Palace has is definitely one of the most.

Zhao Yi did not agree with Ling Yingxue's request, but just smiled and asked, "By the way, how was the primary election of the Saint Election Conference carried out?"

Nangong Yan'er said: "If you want to go to the stage to showdown, you can enter the primary election as long as you enter the top 20."

"In addition, the order of appearance is determined by drawing lots. The loser will be eliminated directly."

When Nangong Yan'er explained, the spiritual platform appeared in the middle of the hall.

The so-called spiritual judgment platform is a duel formed by spiritual formations.

These spiritual decisive platforms are obviously condensed from the Wanyan Holy Formation and can accommodate 100 battles at a time.

Therefore, the knockout round can be held at the same time without having to come in groups one by one, which will be very efficient.

Ling Yingxue had already taken one step forward and walked into a spiritual craft platform numbered ten.

"Senior Sister Ling Ying is very strong, and there is no problem entering the primary election."

Nangong Yan'er is very confident in Ling Yingxue.

Zhao Yi looked at him and saw that the disciples who participated in the Saint Election Conference were all extraordinary and very powerful.

After all, these are people who have the opportunity to become inheritors of the Holy Academy, and their talents are naturally amazing.

Zhao Yi was naturally paying attention to Ling Yingxue's battle at this time.

However, the battle is no suspense.

Less than a hundred breaths, Ling Yingxue flew back and said, "There is really no challenge."
Chapter completed!