Chu Feng also became worried and immediately began to pray for Fang Lin.
"Heaven bless Fang Lin, he quickly perfected the Lingxu Sword Technique, and he was unfailing in the meeting between the three cities."
Two days later, Fang Lin came out of seclusion, and two faint sword shadows quickly hid in his eyes. This made his eyes extremely sharp.
With a thought, two sword rays shot out, and the mountains, rocks, grass and trees immediately turned into powder. With another thought, they instantly returned to Fang Lin's eyes.
This is Lingxu Sword Technique!
"Fang Lin, you are out of seclusion!" Chu Feng looked at this scene with great surprise.
Fang Lin nodded, and then went out with Chu Feng to participate in the third round of competition. After two rounds of competition, he would directly enter the top eighty and truly enter the eyes of the major forces.
Fang Lin is looking forward to this.
Fang Lin was surprised when he entered the competition site.
There are a total of 160 people, and the 80 games are divided into four days, with ten competitions in the morning and ten competitions in the afternoon.
Ten arenas are evenly distributed in the competition venue. Logically speaking, there are 4,000 seats near each arena, which should be enough.
However, he found that his arena was crowded with people, and even the seats in the two adjacent arenas were mostly occupied by his audience.
So, when Fang Lin walked onto the ring, the people on the two rings next to him looked at him angrily.
"It's too popular, there's nothing we can do about it!"
Fang Lin touched his nose and understood his popularity again.
"Master Fang, come on! Defeat your opponent."
"Come on, Master Fang! I'm optimistic about you."
"Master Fang, let them know how powerful the alchemist is!"
A tsunami-like sound of shouting ignited the whole place, covering up other sounds in the whole place.
"Thank you for your support!" Fang Lin waved to them with a smile.
Support for him is support for the city lord's palace, and it can also make other forces more angry. Killing three birds with one stone, Fang Lin is quite satisfied with this situation.
"Hmph, he's just bragging as soon as he enters the ring. Let's see how he dies!"
"He is just a hypocritical spiritual king who has piled up pills. He really thinks that he is invincible! Don't meet me, otherwise I will beat him to the point of having his brain explode."
The other masters in the arena looked at Fang Lin dissatisfied.
Of course, Fang Lin also received these signals. He knew that he had many more opponents for nothing, and he was a little bit dumbfounded. But he immediately thought of having so many more whetstones, and he was overjoyed.
"Keep up the good work, there will be many masters in the next competition!"
Fang Lin waved to everyone, and finally watched his opponent take the stage. He was a slender, strong man, but full of fairy spirit. He looked like he was only in his mid-twenties.
As soon as he walked onto the stage, Fang Lin knew that the person coming was evil. Because this man was staring at Fang Lin with a gloomy look.
"Hmph, kid, I'm going to let you see the real Iron Fist today."
Guo Jinpeng lowered his eyebrows and his eyes were very fierce.
Silver light flashed on his hands, and a pair of fist gloves appeared, which turned out to be holy weapons.
Fang Lin's expression had to become serious, "That's right, I want to ask for advice."
It seems that the road to today's competition is also full of hardships.
"The Lord's Mansion of Tianxing City, Fang Lin!"
"Rogue Cultivator, Eight Star Spirit King Guo Jinpeng!"
Obviously just stating his name is enough, but Guo Jinpeng deliberately stated his realm in order to make Fang Lin afraid.
Fang Lin became more solemn. He had long seen that Guo Jinpeng was very powerful, but he didn't expect that he was the Eight-Star Spiritual King.
Fang Lin looked down and observed Guo Jinpeng's attire. The holy-level magic weapon gloves, wrist and leg guards were all senior-level, and his clothes shone with a dark green light, which turned out to be senior-level.
A master, and dressed like this. Today, Fang Lin is in danger.
"There are actually holy weapons. Master Fang only has a glove that looks like a spiritual weapon. How can we fight?"
"This person is actually an eight-star spiritual king. Even if Master Fang, a four-star spiritual king, is very capable, there is no way he can win, right?"
"Look at that man's equipment, it's much better than Master Fang! Master Fang is in danger."
The audience looked at each other and finally shouted at Fang Lin unanimously.
"Come on, Master Fang!" "Kill this man to death!" .??.
"Humph, you are not overestimating your own capabilities." Guo Jinpeng glanced at the audience indifferently, with murderous intent evident.
"They are just a bunch of ants, but they dare to criticize me? Sooner or later they will be killed."
"It's just a group of spectators, there's no need to argue with them."
Fang Lin said coldly, staring at the strongest opponent in front of him.
"Stop talking nonsense and take action!" Guo Jinpeng didn't want to waste any more time and said directly.
On the main stage, Chu Xiaotian and Chu Feng both looked at this scene with great concern. Fang Lin, who had simple equipment, faced the well-equipped Eight-Star Spirit King, with almost no chance of winning.
"Fang Lin, we must win!"
Chu Feng began to pray to heaven again.
The people in Blood Moon City and Guanyang City were extremely happy. This was a mechanism they jointly arranged with the admissions elders of Black and White Hall. It was just to see Fang Lin fall and Chu Xiaotian lose hope.
They didn't even look at Chu Xiaotian, but looked at the scene triumphantly.
"It looks like today's game is destined to be exciting!"
"Yes, if a master kills an alchemist, it must be a pretty sight."
Chu Feng was very sad, "Why are these two people so sinister!"
If her strength allows it, she must rush up and fight with them to shut them up.
"Feng'er!" Chu Xiaotian shouted, ignoring the two spectators.
opponents, "Fang Lin will give them the answer!"
Although Chu Xiaotian is very worried about Fang Lin's safety, the only thing he can do now is to trust Fang Lin.
Zheng Qian looked at the ring in surprise and couldn't believe it.
"Uncle Master unexpectedly met a peerless master in advance. Now it's dangerous."
Not only was he worried that Fang Lin would fail, but he was also worried that Fang Lin would lose his life. Although Immortal Wuyou said that Fang Lin could only become a true disciple if he got the first place in the three-city meeting. But he still couldn't bear it.
"This kind of life-and-death battle is the most interesting." Guo Pengcheng looked at the panicked expressions of making money and felt that it was worth paying any price.
Mu Lingzong looked at this scene and also smiled.
"Fang Lin's death must be very beautiful."
Fang Lin could naturally notice the murderous intent and malice emanating from the main stage. Compared with the surging enthusiasm below the stage, it was really a hell or a paradise.
"Take action!"
Fang Lin stared at his opponent coldly.
"Humph, shake the world!"
Guo Jinpeng sneered, a silver light erupted from his fist gloves, and he hit Fang Lin brazenly.
The silver light looked very weak, but it covered the entire arena.
Fang Lin was surprised to find that he couldn't avoid it even with the Lingbo Step, so he could only resist. Fang Lin immediately stepped into a horse stance, with his two feet deeply embedded in the diamond ground.
"Four Symbols Swallowing the Heaven Technique·Xuanwu!"
Fang Lin shouted loudly, and a Xuanwu shadow appeared behind him, almost materializing, exuding a powerful aura.
In the eager gaze of everyone, the silver light collided with Xuanwu.
With a loud bang, the Xuanwu shadow behind Fang Lin shattered. Fang Lin flew backwards, missing the ring by just one step.
Immediately, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of Fang Lin's mouth, and he stared at Guo Jinpeng gloomily.
It seems that he underestimated this person!
This chapter has been completed!