After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Song Ling was still immersed in the pain of the inconsistency in their aesthetic tastes. Seeing that Chu Xinglan disagreed for a long time and resisted with silence, he felt very disappointed.

At this moment, listening to the inexplicable applause, my face was full of question marks.

Chu Xinglan said excitedly, "These two really have something. They both deserve to advance. It would be a shame if one of them is eliminated."

Song Ling almost got angry when he heard his irrelevant words.

"Brother Chu!"

Chu Xinglan only came back to his senses from his excitement at this time and looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong? Do you have any objections?"

"Don't tell me, this is the first time I've seen someone use a formation in a ring, and it's surprisingly powerful."

"I was able to tie with the most powerful sword cultivator. I will go and have a discussion with her after the match."

"..."

Song Ling also came to his senses at this time and looked at him in disbelief, "You were watching her use the formation just now? You said she used it beautifully?"

Chu Xinglan nodded, "Yes, everyone generally thinks that formation talismans are not suitable for arena battles, unless it is a team battle, it is generally used as a supplement."

"But after today, I'm afraid there will be a wave of formation fever."

Song Ling still had some hope and asked.

"So what do you think of Qi Wen's appearance? Is she pretty?"

Chu Xinglan didn't expect him to ask this question suddenly. After looking at him carefully, he didn't see any shyness on his face.

But for people in ancient times, it was normal for them to fall in love at this age. If Song Ling had not come to Cangkong, he would probably be married now.

Thinking of this, he felt relieved and said happily.

"If you like, you can get in touch with her. No matter if you are the last disciple of the leader of Danding Peak or the prince of a country, even if it doesn't work out, she can't reject you."

Song Ling really understood it now. Chu Xinglan just didn't have this kind of thinking now, or maybe he still liked people of the same kind more?

But obviously there was no time for him to continue discussing this issue with Chu Xinglan, as number 666 had already been called on the stage.

Chu Xinglan looked at the setting sun, stretched, and walked towards the No. 3 arena.

When he walked over, there was already a disciple standing on the stage. Judging from his attire, he should be an inner sect disciple.

Noticing Chu Xinglan coming over, he raised his chin with a look of pride.

"I am Wang Meng."

"As the ancestor's disciple, I hope you won't embarrass the ancestor. It's too embarrassing to lose."

"???"

Chu Xinglan paused, and three question marks slowly appeared on his forehead.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wang Meng thought he was afraid, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"You're not thinking of just giving up, are you? Are you afraid to even go on stage?"

Chu Xinglan looked at him carefully and didn't think he looked familiar. Of course, he didn't have many disciples he was familiar with.

However, judging from the opponent's aura, he could feel that he should be a little stronger than Song Ling. Of course, he was referring to his cultivation.

Maybe he is the favorite disciple of some elder. It seems that he has been very popular in the past three years.

So this is his source of pride?

Chu Xinglan was too lazy to pay attention to him. He kicked his hind legs and jumped lightly onto the ring. He looked at the referee and planned to finish the fight quickly so that he could go home for dinner.

Wang Meng didn't notice it at all. Seeing Chu Xinglan couldn't stand his excitement and jumped up, he showed a satisfied look, but with his hands behind his back, he still looked like he had his eyes in the sky.

"Chu Xinglan, let's make a bet. If I win, you will resign from your position as the ancestor's disciple and become an ordinary inner sect disciple."

Chu Xinglan was so angry that he laughed, "What if I win?"

Wang Meng seemed to have heard a joke, "You win? How can you win me? I have reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, the strongest among this group of disciples!"

Originally, Chu Xinglan was an eye-catching presence on the field and people had always been paying attention to him. When they heard that he had achieved perfection in foundation building, they all looked at Wang Meng in surprise.

It only took three years for a mortal with no cultivation to reach the great perfection of foundation building. This is something that most people cannot do. It requires a genius.

When Wang Meng heard everyone's exclamation, he became even more proud. He took out his sword, slowly raised it and pointed it at Chu Xinglan.

"I just want to tell you one thing today. You are not worthy of being my disciple!"

Chu Xinglan couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing that the referee was still watching the show happily and had no intention of calling for the start of the game.

He sneered and jumped up so fast that no one could see his movements clearly. Chu Xinglan spun in the air and kicked the disciple in the face with his powerful hind legs.

"what!"

Wang Meng had already flown backwards and lay on the ground when he felt the burning pain on his face.

His lips moved, revealing two back teeth.

Chu Xinglan stood indifferently on the stage, looking down at him from top to bottom. When he saw him looking at him, he curled the corners of his mouth, snorted, and mocked him to the fullest.

At this time, the disciples who were originally praising Wang Meng to the sky all opened their mouths in shock, and the entire competition square fell silent.

Wang Meng was the first to react and looked at him angrily.

"You attacked me?"

"The referee didn't even call start, and you took action without authorization!"

As he said that, he looked at the referee on the third ring and shouted, "Brother, I don't accept it. Chu Xinglan disregarded the rules of the competition. He should be disqualified from the competition!"

Chu Xinglan sat upright on the ring, thinking he was just farting. Looking at his indignant expression, he slowly turned his gaze to the referee.

Judging from his age, this disciple is not very old and is wearing the disciple uniform of the Discipline Hall.

Chu Xinglan's gaze moved from top to bottom, paused at his waist, then looked at Wang Meng and said with an innocent look.

"I didn't do anything. I just wanted to say hello to you. Who knew... that you were so weak!"

Wang Meng seemed to have been stabbed in the sore spot. He jumped up from the ground and dropped the sword in his hand.

He pointed at Chu Xinglan and cursed loudly.

"Don't act recklessly just because you are the disciple of the ancestor!"

"So many people were there and saw it, and you ignored the rules and started fighting. Do you think you can get away with it by just saying a few words?"

"How can someone like you be worthy of being the ancestor's disciple? How can you be worthy of staying in Cangqiong Mountain!"

As soon as he said these words, everyone's expressions became subtle.

Most people don't want to be the first to stand up, but when one person stands up first, everyone will think that the law cannot hold everyone responsible, especially when that person is someone that no one is convinced of.

"I think he's right. No matter what, the competition has its own rules. He is the disciple of the ancestor and he shouldn't have any special privileges."

"Yes, and if he says to do it, then we'll do it. Doesn't that mean that no one will dare to say anything in the future?"

"The ancestor accepted him as his disciple out of kindness, but he is so ungrateful!"

"Disqualify him from the competition."

"Disqualify him from the competition!"