The young man in purple clasped his palms together, and wisps of spiritual energy flames suddenly rose up. He sneered and said, "If you are beaten to death by my palm, you will never blame anyone else!"
Lin Zhao frowned, raised his fist forward, and said with a smile: "If you really have that ability, I beg you to beat me to death immediately."
"good!"
The young man in purple launched an offensive again, his whole body covered in flames. In the eyes of the spectators, the young man named Lin Zhao was struggling to cope with the situation. However, fortunately, he had a solid foundation as a six-level martial artist and was beaten.
He still has the ability, but if he hadn't been able to bear it physically, he might have been defeated long ago.
So, Lin Zhao threw hundreds of punches in a row, and the boy in purple fought back and forth, with no outcome in sight.
…
"snort!"
A middle-aged seventh-level sword cultivator who was holding a bowl of green onion noodles lowered his head and took a sip, then looked up at the battlefield and sneered: "Lin Zhao... the martial artist's body is indeed strong, but it's a pity that this boxing technique... is really...
I can’t get into the elegant hall..."
"really."
The hunter with a deer on his shoulder frowned and said: "A few days ago, I saw Lin Zhao warming up his fist spirit on the top of the city. I thought that the essence of his fist spirit was so powerful. Now it seems that he is just an empty frame.
.”
"not necessarily."
A middle-aged martial artist with a unibrow squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Although the boy from the Zhang family wearing flashy purple clothes looks fierce and majestic, in fact he can't attack spiritually for a long time, and he will inevitably suffer in the end.
Yes, so I think the person who wins in the end must still be Lin Zhao."
"Hmph~~~"
Someone ridiculed: "It's so difficult to defeat a six-level spiritual cultivator, how can you defeat a natural sword type and a natural general type?"
Everyone laughed, and when they looked at Lin Zhao, they seemed to be watching a joke.
…
In the center of the street, Lin Zhao punched hard, and the boy in purple immediately staggered back. His spiritual energy was almost unsustainable, but this boy from the snowy Tianchi seemed to have endless strength.
Moreover, his punching power seemed to be increasing step by step, and it was already too much for the boy in purple to bear.
"Lao Liu, forget it!"
Qin Yu frowned and said: "You are no match for him, admit defeat!"
"I……"
The young man in purple had a face filled with unwillingness, but he still obeyed Qin Yu's words. After taking a few steps back, he frowned and said, "I lost."
"Concession!"
Lin Zhao cupped his fists and smiled, then staggered and almost fell to the ground.
…
"Next, I'll do it?"
Ye Lin, a natural lover and a seven-level spiritual cultivator, asked.
"Um."
Qin Yu and Liu Xirong nodded together.
Ye Lin stepped out of the crowd, raised his hands to Lin Zhaoyi, and said with a smile: "Are you okay? Looking at you like this, it's difficult to stand firm. How about... let's fight another day?"
"No need."
Lin Zhao gritted his teeth and said: "Today, we will decide the outcome!"
"OK!"
Ye Lin smiled slightly: "Then I will defeat you within three moves, so as not to waste everyone's time."
"Can."
Lin Zhao also smiled: "Then work hard."
"snort!"
Ye Lin couldn't stand this the most. The person in front of him was too drunk and didn't eat the fine wine. Could it be that he really didn't take the entire Fusu Great Wall into consideration? When he thought of this, Ye Lin became even more angry and flew out alone.
He gently pinched his hand in the air, and suddenly a touch of peach blossom came with the wind. The next second, the peach petals shot towards Lin Zhao's cheek like a sharp arrow.
"Um?"
Lin Zhao hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, but still did not completely avoid it, leaving a thin trace of blood on his cheek.
The Ye family’s unique skill is to pick flowers with one finger!
"Be careful~~~"
Ye Lin laughed. The moment he stepped forward, petals were flying all over the sky. In the blink of an eye, these petals were turned into offensive means and shot at Lin Zhao. The offensive was extremely fierce and beautiful. For a moment, the girls who were watching the battle looked towards
Ye Lin's eyes have become filled with admiration and admiration. He is born with love. He has a high level and good-looking moves. With this move, he can defeat countless people in the world. No wonder he can be merciful on the Fusu Great Wall.
Lin Zhao pulled his fist, and the fist energy was flowing all over his body. The next moment he punched with all his strength, a stream of energy rushed towards the bullfighting and hit the rain of petals in front, forming a wall of punch strength. The Sixth Realm martial artist could defeat someone with a solid foundation like Ye Lin.
The Seventh Realm was indeed quite difficult. In an instant, Lin Zhao felt that he could hardly raise his breath.
"Give me...admit defeat immediately!"
Ye Lin jumped up and picked out three petals in the air. Wisps of lightning were vaguely hidden in them, and they struck Lin Zhao like lightning!
"It's over..."
A middle-aged warrior in the Eighth Realm frowned: "Lin Zhao is going to lose!"
"The Ye family's unique skill, Three Questions of Plum Blossoms, is really powerful!"
A Seventh Realm young swordsman holding a long sword frowned: "Seventh Realm vs. Seventh Realm, I can't beat Ye Lin."
"Lin Zhao, what a pity..."
Some people shook their heads: "You are so young, you are only fifteen years old and you already have such a solid six-level martial arts cultivation. It's a pity... Compared with the top geniuses of our Fusu Great Wall, it is still inferior. Fighting with Ye Lin is simply not possible."
There is no chance of winning at all..."
…
Just when everyone believed that Lin Zhao would lose, with a "Peng" sound, a wisp of white air exploded from Lin Zhao's air sea in all directions. At this moment, Lin Zhao's martial arts aura increased by at least 50%, and his speed exploded.
Zeng, with a twist of his body, he avoided two of the three plum blossom questions, and then punched the third question head-on.
"ah?!"
The middle-aged warrior from the Eighth Realm who spoke before couldn't help but be stunned: "Broken the Realm before the battle? The Seventh Realm?"
"Hahahaha~~~"
An old swordsman drinking rice wine squinted his eyes: "Seven realms, this guy is so weak, he is holding down the realm~~~"
In the crowd, Lin Wanhua, who was wearing a long white dress and holding a sword in her hand, frowned. This proud woman secretly mingled in the crowd and watched the duel. In fact, she didn't want to come at all, but after all, her cousin Qin Yu also wanted to come.
I went to war, so I came to see it.
On the street, Lin Zhao and Ye Lin were fighting together.
This time, it is the Seventh Realm martial artist practicing the Seventh Realm spiritually.
At this time, Lin Zhao was already a seventh-level Chaoyuan realm martial artist. The true energy in his body came from the outside in, reaching all the internal organs. There was a feeling of opening up the two meridians of Ren and Du. His fists were fierce, and he kept fighting with Ye Lin.
They were all together, and as Ye Lin was the proud son of the younger generation at Fusu Great Wall, his Seven Realms were naturally very strong.
If an ordinary spiritual cultivator in the Seventh Realm meets a Seventh Realm martial artist with a solid foundation, he will basically lose. He may be able to block the opponent's ten punches, but he will definitely not be able to withstand a hundred punches. The Seventh Realm martial artist's continuous punches
Both the gang and the rock-hard body are enough to make the Seventh Realm spiritual practice suffer. It is like a mantis meeting a beetle, and there is absolutely nothing to do.
However, Ye Lin is a genius. After Lin Zhao broke through, he was still able to overpower Lin Zhao!
The peach blossoms whirling in the air have left a lot of scars on Lin Zhao's body. Although they are just superficial injuries, from the scene, it is obvious that Ye Lin will win, and the chances of winning are huge!
…
"snort……"
An old sword cultivator of the ninth realm who was chewing corn sneered and said: "So what if the realm is broken? He is not a papery martial artist of the seventh realm. In the territory of the Great Shang Dynasty, he may still call himself a master and roam the countryside, but in our
How much trouble can the Great Wall of Fusu cause? Although this natural lover of the Ye family is flashy and disgusting, but the family background and personal strength are there, how can he, Lin Zhao, win?"
Someone echoed: "Yes, Lin Zhao's injuries have become more and more serious. Although he is in the seventh realm, compared to Ye Lin's seventh realm... it is really far behind!"
"Lin Zhao will be defeated within thirty moves!" Someone loudly asserted.
However, the two teenagers in the field became more and more courageous as they fought. Ye Lin's moves were more fancy, making it rain on the anime sky, while Lin Zhao's punches were honest and simple, smashing the opponent's peach blossoms with each punch, while constantly retreating.
, there was no room for him to fight back, but even so, Lin Zhao still "held on with all his strength", and not long after, he actually hit more than two hundred moves.
Everyone's heads hurt when they saw it. How many cruel moves did that young man take from Ye Lin? He just didn't fall down.
Ye Lin in the field also felt a headache, and even felt a little chilly in his heart. He began to feel unsure. Lin Zhao's every punch seemed so weak, but every one of his killing moves was actually blocked by Lin Zhao.
Yes, a martial artist can fight day and night with just one breath of Qi, but as a spiritual practitioner, he cannot do it. If the spiritual Qi in his body consumes too much, his combat power will naturally be reduced.
"Lin Zhao!"
Ye Lin raised his hand and pointed, and a wisp of dozens of peach blossoms flew out, like sword energy, and sneered: "If you don't admit defeat, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Lin Zhao stumbled backwards and fell to the ground, embarrassed, but he dodged this killing move.
The young man stood up and continued to punch the natural love!
…
"Ye Lin is not feeling good..."
Someone frowned and said, "My face is turning red, are we really going to lose?"
"Lin Zhao is a martial artist in the seventh realm and is very difficult to deal with. Ye Lin's Qi has begun to decline..."
"Oops, the Ye family will be humiliated this time!"
"It's true!"
While everyone was talking, Lin Zhao punched out. Every time he punched, his body swayed and teetered, but he refused to fall. As a result, Ye Lin fell first, and was knocked back by Lin Zhao's punch.
, and immediately fell to his knees, unable to lift any strength.
"Ye Lin is exhausted!"
An old swordsman gently waved his sleeves: "Help him go down."
"yes!"
Lin Zhao stood on the spot, sat down on the ground, and began to regain his breath.
A group of practitioners around him were talking a lot.
"In fact, Ye Lin did not lose. He still surpassed Lin Zhao in terms of skill attainments and realm strength. Just because the opponent was a martial artist, Ye Lin actually lost unjustly."
"Indeed, Lin Zhao is really lucky to have won two games in a row."
Someone yelled angrily: "Damn... this piece of trash is born with love. Such a scum actually appeared in the Ye family, causing me to lose five hundred green clams. I'm really angry!"
Many people in the crowd were cursing. There were too many people who bet on Ye Lin to win in the gambling shop. On the contrary, those who bet on Lin Zhao's win were all with the idea of using small things to make big gains, and they really made a lot of money.
One stroke.
Everyone looked at Lin Zhao, and some people frowned and said: "This kid is already like this, how will we fight in the next game? Fight Liu Xilu or Qin Yu, what is the difference between fighting to death? Place your bets, hurry up, bet on Liu
If Xilu wins, he will probably win the next game!"
For a time, there was an undercurrent on the street, and everyone had their own thoughts.
…
"Teng!"
Lin Zhao stood up slowly, pointed towards Liu Xilu, a born general, and said: "Come on, a seventh-level martial artist versus a seventh-level martial artist!"
“Just what I wanted!”
Liu Xilong smiled slightly, and after taking off his burqa and handing it to his servant, his fists were filled with majestic energy.
