In short, these voices are endless, and you can hear Fang Lin's popularity from them.
Fang Lin also waved to the people enthusiastically.
Who doesn't want to be popular? The Xiahou family and the Xiamen will rely on the support of these people in the future.
"Hello!"
"Master Fang actually greeted us, I want to die of happiness!"
Immediately the people burst into even louder cheers.
After passing through the sea of people, Fang Lin and his party also arrived in front of Paikexing and others.
Standing opposite was a large, bald man, wearing top-notch defensive armor, and the aura on his body was that of a genuine high-level Immortal Realm person, which clearly showed that the Wuliang Sect attached great importance to this operation.
"I'm Fang Lin, tell me your name!"
Pai Kexing looked at this extremely young face coldly, unable to believe that this body of less than twenty-five years old actually had the power to defeat Di Huantian. But facts speak louder than words.
"Pickers! I've heard your name for a long time, and I have to say, I'm very disappointed!"
"Oh, why?"
Fang Lin smiled slightly, knowing of course that this big bald dog couldn't spit out ivory, but it would be good to tease him as a prelude.
Pike Bank still keeps its eyes higher than its head.
"You are not the material to become the master of a sect. And as long as I, the Wuliang Sect, are here, Xia City and the Xiahou family will not be able to develop!"
"So that's it? I don't believe it."
Fang Lin retorted succinctly and was very satisfied to see Pak Xing's face turn extremely dark.
"Stop talking nonsense, our game begins!"
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I'll wait and see how you die miserably!"
Paikexing originally wanted to suppress Fang Lin's momentum, but he didn't expect that he would be suppressed in the end. He felt as if he had been punched in the cotton.
However, he quickly put this unpleasantness behind him and just wanted to completely defeat Fang Lin in the competition.
"How to compete?"
Fang Lin smiled faintly, "According to the previous rules, there will be three competitions between the Spirit Emperor, the Spirit Immortal and the True Immortal Realm disciples, and two elders will compete!"
"Happy to accompany you!"
Paike smiled slightly, then left here and returned to the seat opposite.
After Wen Ruqing's eyes moved around for a while, they also focused on Ji Wuming and raised his eyebrows.
"What the hell?"
Ji Wuming suddenly felt hostile and almost wanted to slash his face.
Wen Ruqing chuckled, "Boy, it seems that your opponent is me! You have to be careful, I will keep an eye on you."
After saying that, he walked away with a big smile and returned to the Pak Ke Branch.
"Damn it, why are you dragging me? I must be better than you."
Ji Wuming also made up his mind to regain his place in the game.
The first person to appear was Zhao Xiaoming. At this moment, the boy's face was covered in cold sweat, his skin was extremely pale, and his eyes were full of panic.
Fang Lin couldn't help but feel speechless. Is this still his apprentice?
The game was about to begin, and Fang Lin had no choice but to step forward to comfort him.
"Relax. Remember, you have undergone the most rigorous training in the past ten days to make such progress. And your strength is not weaker than your opponent. As long as you exert your strength, you can win!"
"Am I really powerful?"
With Fang Lin's encouragement, Zhao Xiaoming finally felt a little brave.
Liu Wenming also encouraged him, "You are at the pinnacle of the Spirit Emperor Realm. Today is your time to stand out and repay your master."
"I see."
Zhao Xiaoming finally looked solemn and walked onto the ring calmly step by step.
The audience in the audience was immediately surprised.
“The first game is about morale, we must win.
Why did Master Fang send an eight-year-old baby on stage?"
"The opponent is a twelve-year-old boy. After a few more years of food, he will definitely be more powerful."
"I think Master Fang has his eyes set high above his head and is too proud. Let's wait and see him fail."
Everyone kept talking and couldn't understand it at all. There were boos at the scene.
Xia Houle was a little nervous and grabbed Fang Lin's hand.
Fang Lin turned a deaf ear. What do those people know?
"rest assured!"
At this time, Paikexing also directed Kong Shangwei to come on stage. He was about twelve years old and at the peak of the Spirit Emperor Realm. He was certainly a very talented young man. ??
"Don't worry, you can attack, kill or injure, Master will support you!"
Kong Shangwei looked at the eight-year-old Zhao Xiaoming across from him, showing no mercy at all, and nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Master!"
Soon, the barrier of the arena was raised, and the two boys stood face to face.
Zhao Xiaoming still retained the etiquette taught by his family and reached out his hand to shake his hand.
"Hello, I am Zhao Xiaoming, the direct disciple of the Xia Clan Master!"
Kong Shangwei pulled out the whip without hesitation, flicked it hard, and sneered.
"Have you ever seen someone shake hands with a dead person?"
"Hurry up and don't waste my time."
Zhao Xiaoming felt aggrieved. It seemed that the person facing him was indeed someone who was not easy to mess with. He had no choice but to take back his hand and take out his small fist.
The people couldn't believe it.
"Such a young child actually has to fight with bare hands? How much strength can he have and how many punches can he know?"
"Master Fang is really proud of himself this time. Some people don't know how high the sky is! Why doesn't anyone teach him how to teach his disciples?"
When everyone was questioning, it was too late, Zhao Xiaoming was already holding
The small fist rushed in front of Kong Shangwei in the blink of an eye, dodged Kong Shangwei's whip, and punched him in the abdomen.
"Uh-huh!"
Kong Shangwei's stomach immediately had a fist dent, and he screamed loudly in unbearable pain.
The ensuing battle was about to break out. Kong Shangwei immediately waved his whip quickly and released electric toxins. Zhao Xiaoming, on the other hand, had amazing defensive power, kept dodging, and looked for opportunities to attack or defend with his fists.
One was twelve years old and the other was eight years old, and they were inextricably linked.
Only then did the people realize that they had been somewhat arbitrary.
"This little guy is really capable. He can still face an opponent half his age with ease!"
"Master Fang really doesn't choose his disciples casually."
"I'm a little jealous of this kid, why can't I become Master Fang's disciple?"
Fang Lin smiled slightly and still watched Zhao Xiaoming's battle.
He had a hunch that Zhao Xiaoming would definitely win this time.
Kong Shangwei attacked one after another, but was either blocked or dodged by Zhao Xiaoming, rarely hitting him.
However, Zhao Xiaoming's attacks were very sensitive and powerful, hitting his body many times, causing injuries one after another.
What surprised Kong Shangwei was that Zhao Xiaoming finally took out a sledgehammer, swung it and started to kill him.
"How is that possible? He is not an individual practitioner. Where did this sledgehammer come from?"
However, Zhao Xiaoming, armed with a sledgehammer, was even more powerful, and with successive counterattacks, Kong Shangwei was completely unable to counterattack and could only keep retreating.
When Zhao Xiaoming saw the situation, he would not give up. He swung a sledgehammer and hit the ground hard, "King Kong shook the earth!"
He shook Kong Shangwei away and then hit him on the chest with a hammer, making the sound of ribs breaking.
Kong Shangwei fell limply to the ground with a plop, he could only move his fingers, and blood was flowing all over the floor.
This chapter has been completed!