"Dog bites a dog, a mouthful of hair! How fun!"

Lu Ling curled his lips, looked at Ye Wushuang and said, "I don't think it's that simple."

"You can think of this possibility, can you not think of King Yu and the princes?"

"If they could foresee that in the Demon-Suppressing Abyss, there would be a melee and get nothing, would they be willing to go?"

Ye Wushuang shook his head and whispered: "This is their problem. They must hope that someone can convince them, and this situation is not absolute."

"They can conquer one or two thieves under their command on this trip, which is worth the trip."

"And those who refuse to surrender can easily kill with the power of the princes and the King of Yu."

"If you really meet someone with strong strength and seduce these strong men who come to the appointment with their interests, you can easily be killed."

"yes!"

When Lu Ling heard this, he immediately slapped his thigh and said, "The so-called brave men who can be tempted by money can do anything as long as the price is high enough."

"What King Yu and these strong men lack the least is money!"

Ye Wushuang nodded with a smile, looked at Lu Ling and said, "So, do you think I can go now?"

Lu Ling also smiled and looked at Ye Wushuang and said, "I want to go with you, will you take me?"

Ye Wushuang immediately curled her lips and smiled.

That night.

Ye Wushuang and Lu Ling took advantage of the fact that fewer people gathered in front of the gate of the Yu Palace, and then went to the Yu Palace.

Although there are fewer people at the door, there are still some.

Ye Wushuang and Lu Ling were still abiding by the rules and actually lined up.

But it wasn't the line that had been queuing for too long, so it was the two of them.

"Name, cultivation level!"

The servant in charge of registration asked lazily without even raising his head.

"Ye Wushuang."

Ye Wushuang whispered: "The First Heaven of the Immortal Emperor."

"Get in."

The pen in the servant quickly wrote down Ye Wushuang's cultivation and realm cultivation.

It seems that he doesn't know Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang turned his head and smiled at Lu Ling.

Lu Ling also smiled at him.

"Name, cultivation level!"

The servant asked again.

"Lu Ling, the sixth level of fairy spirit."

Lu Ling said with a smile.

The pen in the servant's hand paused slightly, raised his head and looked at Lu Ling.

"You are so young, you are in the sixth level of the Nine Nether Immortal Spirit?"

Lu Ling smiled and gently stretched out a finger.

There was a ball of purple gold thunder and lightning at the fingertips, crackling.

The fluctuations of spiritual power are indeed true for the sixth level of the fairy spirit! The servant immediately said in surprise: "The villain has eyes and no beads! Girl, please!"

The two of them entered without any obstacles.

This screening process is a bit too much.

There is a martial artist inside, standing in the center of the courtyard.

As long as you can pass the martial artist's punch and keep your body still, you will pass.

Ye Wushuang glanced at the martial artist, and a purple light flashed in his eyes.

However, the realm of the third level of the Immortal Emperor.

As long as you are a strong man who is the third level of the Immortal Emperor, it will be easy to keep his body still after being punched by this martial artist.

Yes, this kind of screening is actually not necessary.

The more people the better, as long as you meet the Immortal Emperor realm.

Those who can come are basically jealous of money.

King Yu Murong Feiyu needs these people who can do things by giving money.

The more the better.

Ye Wushuang walked to the martial artist with a smile.

The martial artist narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Wushuang, and snorted coldly and said, "Immortal Emperor First Heaven, you are the first Immortal Emperor First Heaven I met today, and at the lowest point is the peak of the Immortal Emperor Second Heaven."

"You're just afraid you can't stand my punch."

Ye Wushuang smiled and said, "If I can't stand it, I'll be eliminated. Why do you need to say too much? Take action."

"Hmph! Overestimate one's own abilities!"

The martial artist snorted coldly, raised his fist, and was about to punch.

"Slow down!"

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded.

Ye Wushuang and the martial artist looked in the sound at the same time.

The person who came was the fourth prince Yan Chitian.

"Your Highness the Fourth Prince."

The martial artist immediately respectfully clasped his fists at the fourth prince Yan Chitian.

Ye Wushuang also smiled slightly at Yan Chitian.

Yan Chitian quickly stepped forward, squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Wushuang, and whispered: "You actually came to sign up?"

Ye Wushuang smiled and looked at Yan Chitian and asked, "What, I remember the notice of His Highness Yu, it said that as long as you reach the Immortal Emperor's realm, anyone can sign up."

"Fourth Prince, don't you welcome me?"

Yan Chi Tianhan said coldly, "Of course it is welcome."

"I was on your face and I didn't see that you welcome me."

Ye Wushuang looked at Yan Chitian with a smile and said.

"you!"

Yan Chitian's face was a little angry.

“Well.”

Ye Wushuang said with a smile: "Then I will grab the martial artist's punch and can't stand it anymore, so I will just leave in shame. I won't be hindering the Fourth Prince's eyes here."

After saying that, Ye Wushuang immediately stepped forward and walked to the martial artist.

The martial artist was also a smart man. He saw that the fourth prince knew the person in front of him and immediately glanced at the fourth prince, as if asking.

The fourth prince gritted his teeth slightly and nodded heavily.

The martial artist immediately understood the fourth prince's meaning.

Those who often work in the royal family will naturally know that the king's heart is impermanent, and they can even see the master's meaning from his expression.

The fourth prince's face must have been so angry now.

He asked him to teach Ye Wushuang a lesson.

There was also a hint of viciousness on the face of the martial artist, he pinched his fists, grinned at Ye Wushuang and said, "Hmph, boy, be cheer up. My fist is not a vegetarian!"

After saying that, the martial artist immediately gathered his cultivation, reached the pair of iron fists, and shouted loudly.

"Drink ahhhhhhh!"

"slow!"

Another stopping sound.

Ye Wushuang was a little unfamiliar with this voice this time.

But Lu Ling is very familiar with it.

The voice is as gentle as jade, as if the owner of the voice is also very gentle.

However, it has a majesty that cannot be refuted.

Ye Wushuang and Lu Ling looked in the sound.

A man in brocade robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, walked in a hurry and slowly.

There were two maids following behind him, playing banners, which was somewhat pompous.

Seeing the arrival of the man in brocade robe, everyone's figures were slightly lowered.

Even the fourth prince bent over slightly.

The martial artist even knelt on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, King Yu!"

"Um."

King Yu Murong Feiyu smiled indifferently and nodded.
Chapter completed!