In Yunzhou, such strength is enough to be regarded as the backbone of the family. This is also the capital for his dominance in the escort team. The competition among big families is very fierce, and they never raise idle people.
"Two-star golden fairyland, divine weapon double dragon sword, advanced holy level, Murong Tuwu, please give me some advice!"
"I don't dare. I would like to learn the clever tricks of the Murong clan!"
Fang Lin's words were full of ridicule, which immediately made Murong Tuwu and Murong Tuwen extremely angry.
Murong Tuwen gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "You are really arrogant. If you lose to Murong Tuwu, you will lose face to all of us."
When Murong Tuwu heard this, he immediately understood the pressure he was carrying and smiled cruelly.
"Look, what have you done? Even if I want to let you go, I can't help it."
"Humph, don't worry, just do your best and obey fate."
Fang Lin's sarcasm was even greater, making Murong Tuwu's face stiffen.
"Stop talking nonsense, kid, come here and let me see how powerful you are!"
Immediately, Murong Tuwu burst out with the powerful power of the Golden Fairy Realm, forming an absolute pressure field in an instant. Holding the Double Dragon Sword in his hand, he was waiting for Fang Lin to step forward.
Fang Lin's figure instantly sank half an inch, and it seemed difficult to move.
This man's strength is indeed strong enough.
Everyone was shocked.
"It seems that although this newcomer is strong enough, he is not good enough compared to the real masters."
"The Golden Fairyland is indeed worthy of its reputation. With just one blow, this person cannot move."
"It seems that the newcomer's ten-game challenge today will not be successful."
When Murong Tuwen saw this, he was satisfied.
"Humph, newcomer, let me see how you can win this round."
At this moment, someone who knew Guo Shiling hurried in and found Murong Tuwen.
"I just came over there, and a newcomer injured Guo Shiling and three others, and also joined the escort."
It means that Murong Tuwen should have the opportunity to teach his own people a lesson.
A nasty newcomer.
"Guo Shiling was defeated! Are you talking about him?"
Murong Tuwen's eyes instantly fell on Fang Lin. At this moment, Fang Lin could move, and he couldn't help but look solemn.
"I don't know. I just heard that he is a young man in black clothes in his early twenties. His body and boxing skills are very good."
The visitor squinted his eyes, looked at it carefully, and said this.
Murong Tuwen already understood in his heart.
"There is no doubt that it is him. Don't worry, I will definitely entertain him well!"
Only then will the visitor be satisfied.
At this moment, Murong Tuwu swung his sword again, and the golden avenue immediately blocked Fang Lin's movements. Fang Lin stayed in place, but Murong Tuwu took the big sword and slashed it at the top of Fang Lin's head.
This knife was very powerful and not sloppy. Everyone was shocked and worried that Fang Lin would die.
when!
The knife struck the ground hard.
Fang Lin has disappeared.
Fang Lin emerged from the side, panting. The action he had just taken had already consumed a lot of his energy.
Before Murong Tuwu and the audience could react, they stepped forward and kicked Murong Tuwu in the past.
It was exactly the kicking technique I learned from Shangguan Yaotian in Changsheng City.
Murong Tuwu was kicked out instantly and rolled three times on the spot.
"You actually know how to do this kind of thing! It seems that I underestimated you."
After saying that, the Double Dragon Sword shook and the golden ring jingled.
Fang Lin's mental strength was not injured at all. He rushed in with a few quick steps and stepped directly on Murong Tuwu's chest with two or three feet, trampling him hard under his feet.
"Uh-huh!" Murong Tuwu screamed and
Half of them were really hurt and the other half were angry and vomiting blood.
Everyone was very surprised.
"We won. This newcomer actually won again. What's his name?"
"I heard it's called Fang Yun!"
"This man's talent is definitely not low. I really don't understand how a seven-star true immortal like him can defeat a two-star golden immortal."
Fang Lin kicked Murong Tuwu out of the barrier, and then looked at Murong Tuwen calmly.
"It's your turn now? Game nine."
"How dare you do this to Murong Tuwu?"
Murong Tuwen couldn't believe it. Someone just came over to report that Fang Lin had injured Guo Shiling and the other three. Fang Lin injured Murong Tuwu right in front of his eyes. This was a slap in the face of the Murong family disciples.
Fang Lin didn't care. How could he offend Murong?
"What can we do? The person who deserves to be injured will never get better."
"Arrogant, I want to see how you win the ninth game today!"
Murong Tuwen pulled Murong Tuwu out of the barrier and asked other Murong family members to take care of Murong Tuwu. Then he pulled out two sharp swords directly from his back. They were silver-white in color and the blades were triangular spikes. Look.
Get up and blow dry your hair.
"Three-star Golden Immortal Murong with pictures and text, please give me some advice!"
"Fang Lin, accept the challenge!"
Fang Lin calmly spread his hands, waiting for Murong Tuwen's attack.
The audience instantly became excited, especially Qian Mingshi and Wang Zixuan.
"Fang Lin, come on! We are all willing to believe you."
"Don't be careless, you will definitely succeed in the challenge."
Fang Lin didn't expect that he would have three or five more fans, so he nodded slightly to them.
"Don't worry, it will definitely work!"
"He actually talked to me!"
"It's not with you, it's with us. He can see us."<
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Qian Mingshi and Wang Zixuan were both overjoyed. Now they finally have a sense of belonging and strength.
"Fang Yun, come on!"
"come on!"
These people who had been ignored enthusiastically cheered for Fang Lin.
This action made everyone pay attention.
"What's going on with these people? They suddenly became so enthusiastic. They're just new people."
"I see, these people regard Fang Yun as their idol, and they are really hot-faced and cold-blooded."
"Ridiculous."
In short, everyone is not optimistic about it. But they also want to see if Fang Lin can defeat Murong Tuwen.
Murong Tuwen was furious at the moment, and even more unhappy after seeing Qian Mingshi and Wang Zixuan.
"A bunch of rubbish. It turns out that rubbish likes to hang out with rubbish. Birds of a feather flock together."
"You're right, trash really likes to hang out with trash!"
Fang Lin glanced at Murong Tuwu, who fell to the ground, with a very provocative look.
Murong Tuwu pulled out the spike and charged directly towards Fang Lin to kill him.
The sharp spikes blew the hair off and almost cut Fang Lin's sword.
Fang Lin's figure moved so fast that no matter how fast Murong Tuwen's sword was, he could not touch him. And he always stayed within Murong Tuwen's attack range and never left at all.
"Damn it, what kind of magic did you do?"
Murong Tuwen couldn't touch Fang Lin, and couldn't help but become more and more impatient.
Fang Lin smiled faintly, "Of course it's a physical technique for dealing with trash."
Murong's picture exploded instantly, and a faint white shadow appeared from behind him, then turned into a sharp thorn and pierced Fang Lin's chest.
"what is that?"
Qian Mingshi realized something was wrong and asked.
Fang Lin dodged one after another.
This chapter has been completed!