The ghost carrying the coffin of a dragon giving birth to a son

I walked up to Luo Yuqing and said with a smile:

"My wife is so beautiful that I can't get enough of her in a hundred years!"

Luo Yuqing gave me a roll of her eyes, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she said angrily:

"Ah, who is your wife? I haven't promised you yet."

I laughed and said:

"Anyway, you are. This is a fact. You can't lie about it even if you want to."

Luo Yuqing raised her hand and punched me gently, then burst into laughter, "Let's go, I'll take you to play."

Luo Yuqing took me to play around Kunlun Palace, explaining various classics and history to me while playing.

Countless disciples also looked at me along the way. Their eyes looked at me with extremely complicated expressions, including jealousy, envy, and some as if they wanted to eat me.

However, those people were concerned about Luo Yuqing's identity and did not get close. No one came to provoke me, they just watched from a distance.

Bai Lin gloated:

"Ding Lin, did you see the look in those people's eyes? You took away their saint, and they all want to eat you."

I smiled nonchalantly and said:

"A true warrior is not afraid of any challenge. Excellent people always attract jealousy. There is no point in being jealous of me. The Holy Girl of Kunlun is my wife. Who dares to steal her from me!"

I said this in a loud voice, and many people around me heard it. They immediately glared at me, became even more dissatisfied, and grinded their teeth one after another, as if they wanted to come over and hit me.

Luo Yuqing didn't stop me from saying such arrogant words. She just looked at me with a smile, obviously letting me do whatever I wanted.

Perhaps because my truth hurt some people's self-esteem, before we could take a few more steps, someone blocked our way.

It was a young man, tall, with red cheeks, looking at me with an angry face.

I glanced at the young man and asked calmly: "Is something wrong?"

The young man first glared at me fiercely, and then said to Luo Yuqing:

"Saint Girl, this person has slandered your reputation. The Saint Girl's reputation is related to our entire Kunlun Palace. I can't bear this!"

Luo Yuqing just said lightly:

"Oh, what do you want?"

The young man immediately said loudly:

"Saint, I want to fight him to make him apologize and restore the reputation of the saint."

Luo Yuqing didn't say anything, just stood aside holding Bai Lin, which meant that if you want to fight, then go ahead.

Bai Lin was afraid that the world would be unstable, so he shouted at me:

"Ding Lin, someone actually dares to provoke you. For the sake of your wife, beat him up so hard that he knows you are not to be messed with. What does it mean to know that the sky is high and the earth is high?"

"If you lose, then your wife will be snatched away. You can only win but not lose!"

Hearing Bai Lin's 'encouraging' words, I laughed loudly and said:

"Don't worry, I won't lose!"

Seeing my attitude, the anger in the young man's eyes became even stronger, and he shouted at me:

"My name is Zhao Zhiwen, and I want to challenge you. Do you dare to agree?"

I laughed and said:

"Why don't you dare? No matter how you challenge me, I will continue!"

"Okay, then come with me, let's go to the ring!" Zhao Zhiwen said loudly.

At this time, there were many Kunlun Palace disciples watching around. They could clearly hear the conversation between me and Zhao Zhiwen. For a while, many disciples around me started talking in low voices.

"That person is so arrogant. He actually agreed to Senior Brother Zhao's challenge. Senior Brother Zhao has now reached the seventh level of Xuan-level mage and is one of the top five masters of our young generation. That person is definitely no match for him!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Zhao is at the seventh level of the Xuan Dynasty. It's easy to defeat that person. Who in Kunlun doesn't know that Senior Brother Zhao likes the Saint? That person dares to slander the Saint like this. It's strange that Senior Brother Zhao can swallow his anger!"

"Now we have a good show. Let's see how that madman is tortured by Senior Brother Zhao. Let's go, let's follow him quickly."

In an instant, a large group of disciples gathered around me. Those people looked at me with eyes filled with gloating, wanting to see me being beaten.

I can understand their feelings very well. Luo Yuqing is unparalleled in beauty, pure and pure, alluring and peerless. She is the dream lover of countless disciples of Kunlun Palace.

Now I say in front of them that Luo Yuqing is my wife, they can't accept it, and they can understand their emotions.

Moreover, according to the rules of Kunlun Palace, a saint will never marry for life. Now that I say this in front of them, I am suspected of blaspheming the saint.

As disciples of Kunlun Palace and loyal supporters of Luo Yuqing, they must do something.

Their behavior is exactly what I want. I can also use their hands to show my strength and let everyone see that I am qualified to marry the Kunlun Saint.

I came to the ring, looked at Zhao Zhiwen and said with a smile:

"Junior Brother Zhao, you are no match for me. I advise you not to fight. It will be bad if I hurt you later."

Zhao Zhiwen is twenty-seven years old this year, much older than me. When he heard me call him junior brother, he immediately became angry.

Not only was he angry, but the disciples around the ring were also angry. They all glared at me, and some even yelled.

What they shouted was that I was arrogant and asked Zhao Zhiwen to teach me a lesson.

In their view, it was a great disrespect and arrogance for me to call Zhao Zhiwen my junior brother.

Zhao Zhiwen suddenly raised his voice and roared:

"Don't be arrogant. You have no right to call me junior brother. You are blaspheming the saint. Today, I will uphold the dignity of the saint even if I die."

I said helplessly:

"Alright then, you'll be happy."

Zhao Zhiwen calmed down his anger and said to Luo Yuqing:

"Saint, I want to challenge him, and I would like to ask the saint to fulfill my challenge and be a witness."

Luo Yuqing said:

"I'm sure, you just stop when you click, don't hurt the other person's life."

Luo Yuqing obviously meant what he said to me, but Zhao Zhiwen didn't hear it and said loudly:

"Please rest assured, holy lady, you are a guest from afar, I will be merciful!"

Zhao Zhiwen bowed his head to me, made a polite gesture, and said solemnly:

"This junior brother, my name is Zhao Zhiwen. I am a direct disciple of Kunlun Palace. Please give me some advice!"

I said lazily:

"My name is Ding Lin, a casual cultivator of Feng Shui Xuanmen. I want you to make the first move, otherwise you will have no chance!"

Zhao Zhiwen's face twitched fiercely, he sneered and hummed:

"Junior brother is quite confident. I hope you can maintain this confidence as always."

I smiled, stood there with my hands behind my back, and motioned for him to take action.

"That Ding Lin is so arrogant. He looks down on Senior Brother Zhao so much. Damn it!" The disciple below yelled, very excited.

"Senior Brother Zhao, how dare he look down on you, don't hold back, beat him severely, let him see the majesty of our Kunlun Palace!"

A group of disciples below yelled, all filled with indignation and wanting to get on stage and beat me up.

I wasn't angry at those voices. It was very simple to refute these voices. All I had to do was defeat the Zhao Zhiwen in front of me.

Zhao Zhiwen is just a seventh-level Xuan-level mage, how can he fight with me?

When Zhao Zhiwen heard so many voices of encouragement, he suddenly became more confident and shouted at me:

"Junior Brother Ding, be careful, I'm about to take action!"