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Chapter nine hundred and eighty sixth one move to defeat(2/2)

But Jiang She couldn't answer him either.

Lin Yang took a step forward and rushed towards Shaoming over there.

He was full of momentum and full of power.

Zheng Dan and others were shocked.

"Stop! Our senior brother gave in! We gave in!!"

Zheng Dan shouted anxiously.

As soon as he said this, Lin Yang stopped suddenly and looked back at Jiang She over there.

"Very good! Then our Qinghe Hall will win this Zhentang! According to the rules, the people of your Ancient Mourning Hall must fulfill one of our Qinghe Hall's requirements! From now on, I want your Ancient Mourning Hall to not challenge our Qinghe Hall within a year!" Jiang She stepped forward and smiled and shouted.

"You..." Shaoming was particularly unwilling to accept it. He covered his abdomen and shivered in pain. He wanted to say something, but before he could shout, he spit out another mouthful of blood from his mouth and fainted.

"Senior Brother!"

Everyone screamed sadly.

"Walk!"

Zheng Dan growled.

The group immediately took Shaoming away and left Qinghetang.

The disciples of Qinghe Hall cheered.

Jiang She was also very happy.

But Changying didn't say a word and remained silent.

Kick Shaoming out with one kick...

I'm afraid that this kind of strength can already match those geniuses?

This boy named Lin... is definitely not simple.

"Okay, everyone clean up here, Boy Lin and Jiang She, come in!"

At this time, Zheng Luo opened his mouth and walked inside.

After entering the inner hall of Qinghe Hall, Zheng Luo poured a cup of tea for Lin Yang.

"Brother Lin, Jiang She told me before, "You want to represent our Qinghe Hall to attend the Donghuang Conference, right?" Zheng Luo took a sip of tea and said.

"yes."

Lin Yang nodded.

"Do you understand the rules of the Eastern Emperor Conference?"

"I don't know, but I know that as long as I can win at the Eastern Emperor Conference, I can become the leader of the Eastern Emperor's Sect, which is the so-called Eastern Emperor God!"

"You have confidence to win?"

"Of course." Lin Yang said without hesitation.

Zheng Luo thought for a moment, then suddenly took off a token from his waist and placed it on the coffee table.

"If you really have confidence in yourself, then please accept this!"

"What is this?" Lin Yang asked in confusion.

"The Lord of the Hall!"
Chapter completed!
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