After he left, the eyes of those old men fell on Duanmu Yawang. They looked at Duanmu Yawang's exposed white hands, and then remembered the single sentence of'Gongyu Young Master', and the eyes of the old eyes were all wrong. Dare to believe it!

How dare a little yellow-haired kid come to participate in the testing battle room?

This yellow-haired boy is nothing more than fooling around, why is Supreme Court letting this yellow-haired boy be so foolish!

"It's really bad luck!"

The closest to Duanmu Yawang, a young man who looked more than 60 years old, among a group of 70 or 80 years old, gave Duanmu Ya an angry look, and suddenly said something like this.

The other old people next to him naturally knew what his bad luck was referring to. Although they were not happy, they still couldn't help teasing: "Brother Xiaolin, isn't it just right to have a young man with him?"

In this testing and fighting room, age is a kind of qualifications. Old Lin can call the wind and rain in his own territory, but when he comes here, he can only be called ‘Brother Xiaolin’.

A small word expresses its contempt.

Although he is ten or twenty years younger than the others, his position makes him unwilling to reconcile, and he hates these people for a "brother Xiaolin".

However, when people's age was set there, he couldn't refute it, let alone show his dislike on his face.

He convinced himself to be patient, as long as he fights for a while and he wins.

As long as he wins the battle, he wants to see, who would dare to call him Xiaolin brother!

At this moment, he can only endure, with a smile on his face: "Old Ge, this is really shameful. You said that such a young man just stopped breastfeeding, so he ran to participate in this. Even if I win him, It's boring!"

To say it's boring is actually very polite.

In the general battle room, there is a person who is weak at first sight and sends them to fight, who is here to send points. No one will be unhappy about such things.

However, their testing battle room is not an ordinary battle room, but they don't care if these points are not points, what they want is an opponent who can compete!

Here comes a yellow-haired kid, and if they win, they will only be invincible. They don't have the time to accompany the little milk baby to embroider their fists!

"Hahaha~"

As soon as Mr. Xiaolin's words fell, Mr. Ge couldn't help but laugh, and a narrow flash of eyes flashed in his eyes, and pointedly said: "Brother Xiaolin, I want to remind you that although people are following you, but You may not have the opportunity to fight against others! After all, on this stage, only the winner can accept the challenge of others, right?"

The battle is conducted in pairs, that is to say, if Xiao Lin wants to fight Duanmu Yawang, he must win his opponent.

The words of Mr. Ge mean that Mr. Xiaolin may not necessarily win.

It can be said to be straightforward, without giving any face.

Old Xiaolin's face sank immediately, "Old Ge is really good at joking."

"This is not a joke." Elder Ge stared at Elder Lin with his eyelids hanging, with a faint smile: "Could it be that Brother Xiaolin thinks that old fellows like us are not as good as your juniors?"

Xiao Lin is twenty years younger than him, the age of his son. He usually considers himself very high. He doesn't respect the elders and the juniors. He doesn't respect people so much, he will naturally not be polite to him!

Old Lin was so angry that his face was almost crooked, and he had to endure so hard that he didn't go crazy on the spot. He just gritted his teeth and retorted: "I won a lot of points in the testing battle last year."

"last year?"

Old Ge snorted, "Isn't it because we old guys are all in trouble, aren't they here? Brother Xiaolin, don't you really think you can sweep the battle room this time, right?"

"Old Ge, I was also the youngest in the battle room last year."

"Is it?"

Ge Lao clearly didn't believe it, and said indifferently: "Isn't the testing battle room last year rated as the worst year?"

Mr. Xiao Lin took a deep breath, and said to himself: "Since Mr. Ge doesn't believe it, let's wait and see today."

Old Ge twitched his lips, "I really want to wait and see."

When these words fell, the two ignored each other.

"puff!"

Xiao Bailu couldn't help but smile when he saw this in the medical system. "Master, these people are really interesting. They don't accept anyone, and they are arrogant enough to provoke each other."

After he finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed: "Actually, there is something controversial, right? It's going to be a competition for a while, and the answer will come out naturally whoever wins. Now I am striving for a sigh of relief, and I am not afraid of being slapped in the face instantly!"

Duanmu Yawang was amused when he stood by and listened to the conversation between the two old men, but before he could speak, the condensed slip who had left came back, and he came back with a chair in his hand.

He put the chair down and placed it next to Mr. Xiaolin, and looked at Duan Muya: "You are negligent, please sit down."

"Thanks a lot."

Duanmu Yawang felt that Supreme Court's service was really attentive, and she was a little touched. She walked forward for two days. Just as she was about to sit down, the chair was kicked aside by a foot that came up behind her.

Duanmuya glanced at her brows and looked behind her.

At first glance, he saw a heroic young man, who was wearing a robe similar to that of Old Lin.

And not only him, but the few next to him were all dressed in robes similar to those of Old Lin, and they looked like they belonged to the sect of Old Lin.

Noticing that Duanmu Yawang turned his head, the young man immediately said: "Sorry, I was tired just now. I kicked your chair without expecting to stretch it."

Although it was an apology, there was no apology in his eyes, only contempt and ridicule. Anyone with long eyes knew that he was actually looking for fault.

Elder Lin also noticed the movement here, and glanced at the young man. The young man took a look and hurriedly clasped his fists, "Elder, did my disciple bother you?"

"No."

Old Lin only said a word, then withdrew his gaze, and continued to look at the stage, as if he hadn't noticed the rude movement of his disciple at all.

The youth suddenly curled his lips and smiled, and the eyes that looked at Duanmu Yawang became even more contemptuous.

Duanmu Yawang was suddenly irritated and sighed, "The ancients sincerely don't deceive me. There really are just as many students as there are masters."

"What do you mean?"

Both the young man and Lin Lao heard what Duanmu Yawang said. The young man immediately slapped her and stared at her fiercely, "My master is talented against the sky, and he is a natural tester, dare you insult my master?"

Duanmuya smiled while curling her lips and asked lightly, "Since your master is so powerful, my words are naturally praise, son, why are you so angry?"

Duanmu Yawang's sentence is not a good thing, and it certainly doesn't mean it!

Of course, if he refuted it, he would admit it, and his face would turn blue and white, but he was not reconciled: "You..."