The two of them each retreated to a corner, and Beiji's body was trembling slightly.
It wasn't because of the collision between the two just now, but because of the excitement.
"Junior brother, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you have become a lot stronger!"
Bei Ji's eyes shone. The stronger Fang Lin was, the more he liked him.
Only in this way can we let go and fight.
When Fang Lin heard this, he laughed, and the pure golden fairy spirit enveloped his whole body, like a god coming to the world.
It was only then that everyone saw clearly that Fang Lin's realm had been upgraded to a four-star spirit body.
"It's only been less than half a month, and you've been promoted to the third level in a row... Fang Lin, are you really a human being?"
"Are all real geniuses so perverted?
I have been stuck in the three-star spirit body for a year, but he can jump to three levels in half a month!"
"I'm a mortal, so I'd better not compare myself with Fang Lin. I'm afraid I won't have the confidence to continue practicing!"
"No wonder the leader and Elder Ouyang are vying to accept Fang Lin as his disciple. With such strength, he will definitely achieve extraordinary things in the future!"
...For a while, there was endless praise, and countless disciples of Xianwu Academy were immersed in Fang Lin's power.
Fang Lin looked normal and did not feel complacent because of others' praise.
Upgrading to three levels in a row is an unattainable dream for others, but for Fang Lin, it is the result of hard work and hard work.
Before he went to Xianwu Mountain, he squeezed his physical energy to the extreme and entered the Tao with his body. The hardships involved are difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Of course, his gains were also huge.
After the treasure body was first formed, its combat power was astonishing.
Even during those three days, Fang Lin felt that he could directly reach the six-star spirit body.
However, for the sake of future cultivation, Fang Lin decided to play it safe.
"Brother, I have to be serious!"
When the surrounding discussions gradually quieted down, Fang Lin summoned the Qingshuang Sword.
The green light is like emerald, and the cold air is like frost.
Above the green frost, there is a long green light and a cold glow.
"Ouyang Laoer, you taught him the swordsmanship so quickly?"
Headmaster Yu saw the terrifying sword energy and asked quickly.
It's only been half a month since Ouyang Nanfeng became a disciple, and he's already teaching swordsmanship to Ouyang Nanfeng?
When did this old guy become so active? However, Ouyang Nanfeng seemed to have never heard of it.
He stared at the sword energy on Fang Lin's body with burning eyes, and he was already shocked and speechless.
After accepting a disciple that day, Fang Lin never came to him, so how could he teach him swordsmanship?
"I never taught him any sword skills!"
After a long time, Ouyang Nanfeng spoke in a trembling voice.
One sentence made Master Yu's jaw almost drop in shock.
In less than half a month, swordsmanship has made a qualitative leap. Originally, Master Yu thought it was Ouyang Nanfeng's credit, but now Ouyang Nanfeng says it is the result of Fang Lin's own practice?
He doesn't believe it! However, facts speak louder than words! Ouyang Nanfeng has denied it himself, so it's not his turn to believe it! "Is this... a gifted person?"
When Master Yu came back to his senses, he couldn't even speak.
It's not that he has never seen geniuses before. There are many geniuses in Xianwu Academy, but this is the first time he has seen such an unreasonable evil genius like Fang Lin.
What kind of person can advance to three levels in a row within half a month and take his swordsmanship to a higher level?
"I don't know, but I can tell you that this son is definitely worthy of you and me protecting him as he grows up!"
Ouyang Nanfeng spoke calmly, his cloudy eyes flashing with light.
He didn't know what kind of secret Fang Lin had, but at this moment, Ouyang Nanfeng had made up his mind to protect Fang Lin! There are countless geniuses in the immortal world, but there are very few who can grow up, and most of them will die in the world.
Under a strong enemy.
Whatever is beautiful in Lin Feng will be destroyed! This is true even for the children of the family, not to mention that Fang Lin is just a commoner.
If their two masters don't do anything, what's the use of Fang Lin worshiping them as his masters?
Yu Zun nodded and said no more.
On the stage, the two figures were already fighting.
Although there is a gap between Fang Lin and Bei Ji in terms of realm, they are definitely not weak in terms of momentum.
Even worse! The Qingshuang Sword in his hand was sometimes as manic as a sword. When it was opened and closed, it displayed its power to cut through Mount Huashan.
Sometimes it is as weird as a dagger, appearing in extremely incredible places, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
Sometimes elegant, sometimes calm.
All in all, Fang Lin mastered every sword technique just right.
On the other hand, Beiji is under tremendous pressure.
Fang Lin's moves and facial expressions are completely confusing.
He must maintain a very high spirit at all times. If he makes a mistake, Fang Lin will hit the snake with a stick.
However, he enjoyed it.
Because when the two of them fought, he could learn a lot from Fang Lin.
The great avenue of swordsmanship derives from all kinds of methods.
Faintly, he felt that after this battle, he would make a qualitative leap! The roar was endless, and sparks flew between the two of them.
Countless people present all felt that these two people were not cultivators of the spiritual realm at all.
In other words, they never thought that cultivators in the spiritual realm could be so tyrannical.
I don’t know how long it took, but the two of them finally stopped due to exhaustion.
Both of them were injured, but both had smiles on their faces.
For Beiji, this was the most enjoyable battle in the past three years.
This little junior brother, who he had high hopes for, did not disappoint him.
"Happy! So happy!"
Bei Ji looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. A satisfying dispute was the perfect spiritual food for him.
"Senior brother is superior in skills, I am willing to be inferior!"
Fang Lin put away the Qingshuang Sword, wiped the sweat from his face, and smiled happily.
The battles of cultivators are mostly about life and death.
This kind of discussion is particularly precious.
Fang Lin, in particular, couldn't remember the last time he raised his sword without killing someone.
As for winning or losing, Fang Lin no longer cares.
As the saying goes, friendship first, competition second, or that's it.
However, Fang Lin's humility was not recognized by Bei Ji.
He shook his head and said slowly: "You are only a four-star spirit body, but you are evenly matched with me across borders. I am the loser. You deserve to be the champion!"
After saying that, Beiji slowly walked off the ring.
His figure, illuminated by the setting sun, looked so majestic! "This..." This scene left everyone stunned.
They originally thought that the two of them would fight until the other party fell to the ground before the fight was over.
But I didn't expect that the two of us would be as humble as if we had been friends for many years.
A handsome young man, as gentle as jade! Both Fang Lin and Bei Ji were admired! The next moment, Master Yu stood up in person and applauded the two of them.
Later, on the viewing platform, the elders and deacons of the Xianwu Academy all stood up one by one and applauded in unison.
Many students who had woken up also applauded the two men.
These applause are not because of their strength, but because of their structure and Taoism.
Many years later, later generations called this battle a battle between gentlemen. At the same time, the martial arts spirit of the two people was also spread to the immortal world and influenced forever.
Of course, the two of them didn't know that at this moment.
After this battle, Fang Lin and Bei Ji became friends. Sometimes, a man's happiness is that simple.
This chapter has been completed!