My cultivation base has been sealed, and I will become stronger if I molested the empress

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In the dimly lit hall, there was still lingering smoke, and the guardian in the bloodthirsty black robe turned his back to the table, looking quietly into the distance.

A hall master in purple robes walked into the hall.

"My lord, the origin of the white dragon has been found out."

"Say"

"He was originally a blood slave in the bloodthirsty prison, but somehow he got out, and Lord Xing Tian's Xing Tianling is also in his hands."

"Ok?"

Hearing the words Xing Tianling, a gleam of brilliance flashed in the eyes of the black-robed guardian.

The purple robe hall master continued:

"The white dragon is the master of the four laws, and he entered the deviance after leaving the bloodthirsty prison."

"The law of the four elements."

The black-robed guardian repeated what he had just said.

"You go down first"

"Yes"

After the hall master left, the hall fell into dead silence.

The black-robed guardian did not expect Bailong to have obtained the Master's Xing Tianling, and Jiang Wanli deliberately concealed his true identity.

There must be some secret in it.

Have they found out their thing?

Soon the black-robed guardian shook his head, if the master had discovered his plan, he would definitely do it.

After a long time, he said to himself:
"Whether you find it or not, it doesn't matter"

"As long as the old ghost's injury is confirmed, this ancient city of Shura will no longer be your domain."

"As for Xing Tianling"

"Just put it on that kid for a few more days."

three days later

Shura Arena

The annual Eight Domain Competition is about to begin.

The Eight Regions Grand Competition is not only to determine the number of blood slaves to be captured next year, but also a secret contest between the Eight Regions forces, so every time it is very grand.

In the ancient city of Shura, except for some special positions, all the guardians, hall masters, generals, and deacons all came.

There were even countless Shura soldiers who came to support him.

The gladiatorial arena is divided into eight areas, which are scattered in each side in the form of gossip, and are also the respective territories of the eight domains.

Jiang Wanli brought Bailong and others to her place.

When they saw people from other regions, they couldn't help but exclaim.

"Wow, so many strong people!"

"Yes, the strength of my Shura Ancient City is getting stronger and stronger."

"It is only in the annual Eight Domain Competition that we can see so many masters"

"Look, it's Liu Yuanwu!"

A female disciple pointed to the young man behind Duan Hekun.

Hearing her words, the women next to her all looked at Liu Yuanwu, and then they all showed anger.

"I'm afraid there will be no good rankings this year."

"Liu Yuanwu's strength has become stronger"

"Really, he can break through to the Divine Transformation Realm, but he wants to suppress his cultivation to bully us"

"Hmph, I want to see how many years he can suppress it!"

Apparently, none of the Liyu disciples present looked down on Liu Yuanwu.

After all, his real strength is in the realm of divine transformation, but he has been reluctant to break through the realm, which makes many people unhappy.

Bai Long and Luo Youxue sat aside quietly without speaking.

At this time, He Kun actually walked this way with his disciples.

Seeing Duan He Kun, Jiang Wanli's expression gradually turned cold.

"Senior brother, what are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm here to see you, Junior Sister, and by the way, to see your Dharma protector disciple."

Duan Hekun looked at Bailong as he said.

But Bailong stood up and greeted him very politely:
"Uncle Duan"

"A well-behaved boy, but unfortunately he is a blood slave"

When talking about the word "blood slave", Duan Hekun deliberately said it a lot.

"what!"

"He turned out to be a blood slave!"

"Then how did he get out?"

"That's right, blood slaves can't get out of the bloodthirsty prison?"

Hearing that Bailong was a blood slave, the people around were shocked, and even people from several other areas looked this way.

Jiang Wanli looked at Duan Hekun with a gloomy expression, she knew that the other party must have investigated Bailong's identity.

She tried to bear the anger of her patience, and said:
"Brother, some things are better not to be said."

"Oh? Isn't this kid a blood slave?"

"He's not anymore"

"Hehe, that won't change his status as a blood slave!"

Duan Hekun said sarcastically.

At this time, a disciple behind him said:

"Master, this kind of person should not be qualified to participate in the Eight Regions Competition, right?"

"Yes, master, this is the rule of the ancestors."

"That's right, he doesn't deserve to participate in the Eight Regions Competition at all!"

Other disciples also followed suit.

Hearing these words, Guan Linglong and the others blushed from anger.

This group of people was not only insulting Bailong, but also slapped Li Yu and Master in the face.

But Duan Hekun didn't care about their expressions at all, he just looked at Bailong jokingly, and said calmly:
"If it wasn't for the disciple's reminder, I almost forgot that you are not qualified to participate in the big competition."

"Duan Hekun!"

"What on earth do you want to do!"

Jiang Wanli finally couldn't hold back the anger in her heart, and roared out.

Seeing that Jiang Wanli was angry, Duan Hekun said with a smile on his face:
"Junior Sister, don't be angry, I just remind this kid to let him know who I am"

"He is my apprentice, you don't need to remind him!"

"Hey, soon he won't be"

"What do you mean?"

"Depending on his realm, if he accidentally dies on the arena."

"you!"

Even if Duan He Kun didn't finish his sentence, Jiang Wanli understood what he meant.

Her chest heaved violently, her face was already flushed red, but she revealed the charm of a mature woman even more.

At this moment, Bailong stood up.

He said calmly:

"Master Duan thinks that my identity is not qualified to participate in the Eight Regions Competition?"

"Isn't it?"

"what about now"

"What now?"

Hearing this inexplicable sentence, Duan Hekun looked at Bailong, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

A token appeared in Bailong's hand.

Duan Hekun's complexion turned bad in an instant.

He said:
"You want to use it to suppress this seat!"

"Duan Hekun, as the Eight Great Protectors of Shura Ancient City, have you even forgotten the rules?"

"you!"

"Or is it that your strength has reached the point where you can ignore Xing Tianling?"

Bailong's voice was so loud that everyone in the arena heard it.

When the other guardians saw the Xing Tianling in Bailong's hands, their expressions were frozen. Obviously, they did not expect that there would be Xing Tianling in Bailong's hands.

For a moment, they seemed to think of many things.

Bailong's identity is definitely not simple. Jiang Wanli must be lying when she said that he is her apprentice.

But the other protectors have no intention of going over. Xing Tianling's power can be great or small, and it is relatively large at this time.

Because there were too many people present, no one dared to violate it easily.

Otherwise it is easy to die.

Finally, Duan Hekun knelt in front of Bailong, and said respectfully:
"See Master Xing Tian"

"See Master Xing Tian"

The disciples behind him also quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to show any disrespect.

Xing Tian is the old ghost's real name, and it is also his public name, so everyone calls him Master Xing Tian in public.

Seeing Duan He Kun knelt down, Jiang Wanli's disciple also knelt down to Bai Long.

But was stopped by Bailong.

Then Bailong walked up to Duan Hekun and said:

"Uncle Duan, the ancestor has removed my status as a blood slave, am I eligible to participate in the Eight Regions Competition?"

"has"

Duan Hekun gritted his teeth and replied.

"Since that's the case, Master Duan please get up."

"Thank you, Lord Xingtian"

"Uncle Duan really understands the rules. It was my nephew who speculated just now, so I apologize to my uncle."

"You're welcome, Nephew Bai"

Hearing Bailong's words, Duan Hekun felt like he was going to be blown up.

But seeing that piece of Xing Tianling, he endured it again.

A good man does not suffer from immediate losses.

Then he said coldly:
"let's go!"

"Yes, Master"

So Duan Hekun took his disciples away in a desperate manner, but before leaving, he showed a meaningful smile to Bailong.