"You are trying to harm your mother!"

"Do you know how rare this election for a saint is? With my eldest sister's qualifications and strength, if nothing unexpected happens, the position of saint must belong to her. But who would have thought that at this juncture, a bastard like you would come out?

Disrupting the situation." Bingyan said angrily.

"There should be a saint in your Ice Soul Sect, right? Why are you choosing one now?" Bing Chen asked.

Looking at Bing Chen coldly again, Bingyan said coldly: "Falled."

"How did you die? Please explain clearly." Bing Chen became interested and continued to pursue.

As soon as she heard this, the anger in Bingyan's heart welled up. She quickly rubbed her chest and told herself not to be angry with such a bastard.

"Exploring a secret realm, being trapped in it, the Life Soul Jade was shattered." Bingyan said very unhappily.

"Oh, that's it. It's a pity, it's a pity." Bing Chen said.

"You little bastard, don't insult the saint!" Bingyan glared at Bingchen and said coldly.

"Fuck you... Uh, why have I insulted you saint? I just lamented that she fell at such a young age, which is a pity."

When Bingyan heard this, she really wanted to slap him.

"Aunt Bing, what kind of saint does she want to be?" Bing Chen asked again.

Bingyan was obviously taken aback, and her eyes changed a little, but then she said: "What do you mean? Who wouldn't want the position of a saint? Of course the eldest sister..."

"Let go...you are talking nonsense. I don't know what kind of person Aunt Bing is? Does she care about the position of saint? Someone must have forced her to fight for it. Let me think about it,

Well, I guess it was your master who asked Aunt Bing to do this." Bing Chen said.

Bingyan's expression changed slightly.

Bingchen smiled coldly.

"I knew this was the case." Bingchen sneered.

"You little bastard...what are you going to do!" Bingyan asked quickly.

As soon as she saw Bing Chen's expression, Bingyan knew that this bastard was definitely harboring some bad ideas.

Looking at Bingyan, Bingchen smiled inexplicably and said: "Aunt Yan, what do you think of the strength of our Yao Ling Clan?"

Bingyan was slightly stunned, not knowing what bad idea Bingchen was planning, but when she heard him call her Aunt Yan, Bingyan felt a little more comfortable, and said lukewarmly: "Just average."

"How does it compare to your Ice Soul Sect?" Bing Chen asked again.

Glancing sideways at Bing Chen, Bingyan said with a look of disdain: "I say you are average, just because you are a mere Yao Ling Clan, and I, the Ice Soul Sect, can kill you a thousand times with just a few clicks."

Bing Chen didn't lose his temper, but said with a smile: "You look down on me, the Yao Ling Clan, so much?"

"I'm not looking down on the Yaoling Tribe, I'm just telling the truth. We, the Ice Soul Sect, have so many powerful people in the Dao Tribulation Realm, and we only need to dispatch one. Even if you have this movable secret realm, what can you do to escape from the Dao Tribulation Realm strong people?"

Palm?"

"The Dao Tribulation Realm!"

Bingchen smiled coldly.

"Aunt Yan, let's make a bet. In less than ten years, your Ice Soul Sect will be unable to do anything to me. In less than fifty years, our Yaoling Clan will be able to surpass your Ice Soul Sect."
Chapter completed!