Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty-One: The Eleventh Position, which was strikingly labeled as Kunlun Sect, Lin Qingluo_1

"Swish!"

Two divine swords, one long and one short, descended from the sky with their points aimed downward. They floated above the crowd, silencing their malicious clamour.

"Li Mingyuan, come out and meet your death!"

A young girl in a green robe arrived, sword at hand. Her contemptuous tone pierced the air.

"Who is this?"

"Dares to challenge our Senior Brother?"

"Someone who doesn't want to live!"

The disciples of the Rainbow Sect, as if someone had stepped on their throats, sprang up from the ground, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Lin Qingluo's gaze was cold and icy, "I am Lin Qingluo, a disciple from the Kunlun Sect, challenging Li Mingyuan, the eleventh-ranked on the Hidden Dragon Ranking."

"Lin Qingluo? Never heard of."

"Obscure person, you're not worthy to challenge Brother Li."

A Rainbow Sect's disciple dug out a wad of earwax, playing the part of the ultimate disdain. He flicked his fingers, flinging his earwax away.

"Swish!"