The disciple who was originally shouting "Mo Hao is awesome" suddenly shut up.
They didn't expect things to turn out like this.
A room of electric light and flint.
What are you doing?
When he swung the sword just now, wasn't it very domineering? The chance of victory was right in front of him. How could it become like this in the blink of an eye?
I want the disciples of the Taiwu Immortal Sect to take a good look at how powerful the people of the Ancient Immortal Holy Land are.
But the current situation.
Something is not good.
Gong Mo was indifferent and didn't feel any surprise about the result, but what he didn't expect was that he lost too quickly.
now.
Lin Fan saw this fellow Taoist standing there dumbly, as if he had suffered a major blow, but he couldn't bear to say: "Fellow Taoist Mo, your swordsmanship is extraordinary, it is rare to see him in this life."
He hopes to comfort the other person and prevent the other person from sinking in sadness.
"You mean, it's a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, and it's gone in one move?" Mo Hao couldn't accept such a result. Losing is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that losing doesn't even have room for resistance.
And there were so many disciples watching.
Losing face.
Awkward!
Lin Fan was quite helpless. There was nothing wrong with what the other party said, and he didn't know how to continue to comfort him.
"Elder Gong, the competition is over here. The disciples of the Ancient Immortal Holy Land are very powerful. I have already learned from them, so there is no need to continue the competition." Lin Fan wanted to retreat, but you said that you can't kill the opponent. What's the point of the competition?
Isn't it good to watch others compete in the audience?
It's great to be able to laugh when you see something funny.
You have to go on stage as an outsider to compete with others.
It's not good to lose.
If you win, you will lose face to the disciples of the Ancient Immortal Holy Land. You said this is so troublesome, why bother.
It would have been easier if Lin Fan hadn't said what he just said.
But things can't be solved so easily now.
Everyone felt that there was something wrong with what Lin Fan said.
I've been taught.
Outstanding strength.
The key point is that we really lost. Is this a consolation or a slap in the face?
It's impossible not to want to compete.
The face lost must be regained.
Gong Mo said: "Fellow Taoist Lin does not need to be humble, but he should let the disciples of the Holy Land know that there are people outside the world, and there is a heaven outside the world. Nowadays, this opportunity is rare, so I would like to ask fellow Taoist Lin to give more guidance to the disciples of the Holy Land."
Lin Fan sighed helplessly.
This is obviously because he wants the Holy Land disciples to be beaten.
What exactly were you thinking?
The disciples in the audience held their breath inwardly.
"I'm here to ask for advice." Suddenly, a figure came from far away, very fast, and cast out long shadows.
At first glance, you can tell that he is not an ordinary person.
"Senior Brother Jin has taken action."
"It seems that this battle will determine the winner. Senior Brother Jin's cultivation has reached the Golden Core realm, and he has three colors of Golden Core. He has strong magic power, and he swallowed the strange fruit by chance. He is invincible in the same realm.
."
"Phew! Senior Brother Jin is trying to win back the battle for our Holy Land."
"Yes, this is a holy place. It would be really embarrassing if you were suppressed and beaten by disciples from other sects."
The man who appears now has some status in the Ancient Immortal Holy Land. He is a successor to the Holy Son, and he can become a Holy Son by stepping into the Nascent Soul Realm in one step.
Although he is only in the Golden Core realm now.
But his magic power is strong, so even if he encounters the Holy Son, he still has room for maneuver.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, Jinmiaoren, who is the successor of the Holy Son in the Ancient Immortal Holy Land, has come to ask for advice." Jinmiaoren has a handsome appearance and extraordinary momentum. It can be seen from the slightly bulging robe that he is indeed very powerful.
Lin Fan said: "Stop it, don't hurt your harmony."
The Jinmiao people knew that the other party was not a weakling and had very strong cultivation, so they did not underestimate the other party.
Now he is not fighting for himself, but for the Holy Land.
If you lose.
I can't keep my face.
"Brother Jin, come on."
"Senior Brother Jin, the face of the Holy Land depends on you."
The disciples shouted.
After Mo Hao's battle, they had already seen that ordinary disciples were no match for the opponent.
I felt the loud shouts of my fellow disciples.
The Jinmiao people felt that the power was blessing them, and the magic power could no longer be concealed and burst out.
Suddenly.
I saw the Jinmiao man's five fingers forming claws, grabbing at Lin Fan. The powerful mana shook the space, and an illusory fire phoenix descended from the sky, with claws burning with flames trying to crush the target into pieces.
"Fire Phoenix, this magical technique is very good." Lin Fan smiled.
In an instant, the nine-headed golden dragon roared out and wrapped around the body. Once the Nine Dragons Undefeated Emperor Fist is launched, it is extremely powerful. Moreover, it has been cultivated to the highest level, so it cannot be underestimated.
"This boy is so awesome. This Nine Dragons Undefeated Emperor's Fist seems to have been passed down from that person." Ao Wudi squinted his eyes and said to himself as he witnessed the battle below.
The sound of phoenix chirping came out.
Nine dragons wrapped around and crashed away.
Boom!
An astonishing roar resounded throughout the world.
"How come?"
Jin Miaoren felt the terrifying power penetrating through him, and kept retreating with his feet. The force of each kick was extremely terrifying. He retreated to the edge of the ring before he could hold his own.
One move wins or loses.
The winner or loser has already been decided.
"Fellow Daoist Jin, until the point is reached, the winner will be determined." Lin Fan cupped his fists and said. He did not use much magic power, otherwise the punch would not be like this, but would fly backwards and vomit blood.
The surrounding is very quiet.
Looking at the expressions of many junior brothers, Jin Miaoren felt a fire burning in his heart, "It's not over yet, I'm still in the ring, and I won't hold back from now on."
He can't hold back his face.
He originally thought that he could emerge from nowhere, suppress the opponent, and regain face for the Holy Land, but looking at the current situation, there was a huge gap between what he had imagined.
He has the root of fire spirit, and he practices fire magic and magical powers.
at this time.
The golden elixir in the Jinmiao man's body rotates rapidly, and the magic power pours out. He pinches his fingerprints and performs some kind of shocking magical handprint.
The surrounding temperature became hotter.
It's like being in a big furnace.
"Feng Baoyin."
The Jinmiao man roared angrily, wrapped a fairy ring around his body, and then turned into a phantom fire phoenix and rushed towards Lin Fan, which was several times more terrifying than the previous power.
This is the secret of magical power.
But based on my feeling, the other party is not yet ready to practice this hand seal.
So.
There is really no need to cultivate magical powers by yourself, not to mention it is time-consuming and a bit troublesome.
The Jinmiao man has blocked everything in himself, except that he has not used the magic weapon. This is already his strongest move, containing the results of his hundreds of years of practice.
It is also the understanding of the ‘Feng Baoyin’.
The surrounding disciples retreated far away. They felt that the temperature was too hot, and if they came too close, their whole bodies would be evaporated.
Senior Brother Jin... so terrifying.
His magical power reaches the sky and his power is unparalleled.
The position of the Holy Son is also a matter of ironclad certainty.
As for the disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect, it would be better to surrender as soon as possible.
"Why bother."
Lin Fan let out a long sigh. He originally wanted to stay quietly in the Ancient Immortal Holy Land, have a good chat with the old dragon, and get involved with some good things, but he didn't expect that the people in the Ancient Immortal Holy Land would have to create opportunities for him to show off.
.
You are so friendly.
I really don't want to break your hearts.
But now that the matter has come to this point, there is obviously no turning back and we can only go on bravely.
At this moment.
The originally lively scene suddenly became quiet.
Space and time seemed to have stopped.
I don’t know when.
Lin Fan appeared in front of Jin Miaoren. The flames burning on Jinmiaoren's body spread directly to both sides, while Lin Fan's arms were placed on the opponent's shoulders.
Jin Miaoren stood there stupidly, his pupils dilated. Maybe he didn't understand what was going on until now.
"That's it. It's over. Your magic power is very strong and your magical skills are quite good, but you are no match for me."
Lin Fan crushed the opponent in terms of magic power.
Moreover, the opponent's magical power is not fully cultivated, and can only be regarded as a small success.
At most, it can only exert 1% of the power of this magical power.
If the other party has cultivated this magical power to the highest level.
It does take some effort.
call out!
The flames on the Jinmiao people retracted from their bodies.
The disciples around looked at each other.
Obviously some disbelief.
Is this a loss?
It's probably too fast.
Jin Miaoren turned back to look at his fellow disciples.
They are all a little embarrassed to stand here.
distance.
The place where a group of saints and saints are.
"This disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect is very strong, and his magic power is very strong. If Junior Brother Jin loses with one move, he will not lose unfairly." A saint drank tea and commented slowly.
"But this is a holy place after all. The opponent has won several games in a row. If no one comes forward, it will be a bit embarrassing. We still need to regain this face ourselves."
"And the only ones who can compete with him are us, the saints and saints."
This Holy Son saw things thoroughly and analyzed things clearly and logically.
Another Holy Son said: "If we were to take part, there would be something wrong with this competition, and letting the opponent lose here would show that our Ancient Immortal Holy Land has gone too far."
Immediately afterwards, a man in black robe smiled and said: "The next scene, let me do it. I have just become the Holy Son for a few years, and I need to establish my prestige in front of all the junior brothers and sisters. I don't know, senior brothers.
Are you willing to give me this opportunity to shine?"
"Okay, then let me give it to you, but be careful not to hurt your life. The other party is Elder Gong who brought him to the Holy Land, and he is also a disciple of Taiwu Xianmen. You can't do it too brilliantly. You can still use your sinister magical powers without using them.
Don't use it." A saint warned.
The black-robed saint said: "Don't worry, I know it well. Although that guy's magic power is strong, there is still a gap compared to me. I am sure that I can take him down in a cup of tea, and it will only make him suffer a little."
Minor injury."
On the stage.
The Jinmiao people lowered their heads and left.
Lin Fan comforted you, you have good strength and strong magic power. You are really powerful. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I almost wouldn't have been able to react.
For some reason, the Jinmiao people felt more uncomfortable listening to these words of comfort.
"Elder Gong, you think it's better to just let it go. I've already tried it in the competition. The disciples of the Holy Land are indeed very powerful. I admire you, I admire you." Lin Fan said with the utmost humility.
I just always feel that someone...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
My face hurts so much.
Gong Mo smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I still know the strength of Fellow Daoist Lin, why don't we compete again."
He knew Lin Fan's strength.
Let the Holy Land disciples compete with him.
I just want to use Lin Fan's hand to let some disciples in the Holy Land understand that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world.
After all, the reputation of the Holy Land is too high.
Many disciples are so excited that they want to ascend to heaven.
As for the next battle.
That's the point.
The Holy Son came forward to fight with him, and he had a great chance of winning, but it would not make Taoist Lin lose face.
After all, the Holy Son has a very high status in the Holy Land.
There is no shame in losing to the Son.
Lin Fan blinked his eyes.
Come again...
Otherwise forget it.
I really don’t want to beat someone up, I can’t bear it in my conscience.