Um...this...everyone looked at Ling Wu who was crying and leaving, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.
Surprised?
Not particularly surprised.
After all, someone as strong as Zhao Yin was killed by Fang Lin, not to mention that Ling Wu had just been promoted to an eight-star spirit body not long ago.
However, they didn't expect that Fang Lin would be so cruel and beat Ling Wu into a pig's head.
After today, most of Ling Wu's suitors will be killed.
Of course, they never expected that after Ling Wu lost the fight, he would cry like a child and go back to find his parents.
Sister, how old are we! "Elder Lan Hua, it seems that the Supreme Sect needs to strengthen its psychological quality!"
The leader laughed again and said teasingly.
After Lan Hua heard this, he remained silent and pretended to be dead.
Now he is on pins and needles. If possible, he would like to go back to the Supreme Sect directly.
It's so embarrassing.
He can still accept losing, at least his skills are inferior to others.
But if you cry, you will be embarrassed! "Brother, how can you make someone cry!"
When Fang Lin walked off the ring, Le Wenyao looked at Fang Lin with a reproachful expression. Even Su Yuefei looked at Fang Lin strangely! They say women know women best, so Fang Lin slapped Ling Wu's beautiful face.
Like a pig's head, they would also cry - it's OK to lose, but it's not OK to make them look ugly.
"She is too beautiful and doesn't understand the ugliness and dangers of this society. Please teach her!"
Fang Lin yelled, making the two women laugh.
The way the flower branches trembled was so charming that even Fang Lin couldn't help but take a second look.
These two little girls have grown up! Soon, the next arena battle will come again.
Nangong Li versus Bai Baishan.
This Bai Bai Ling is the genuine first disciple of the Supreme Sect, and the direct disciple of the leader of the Supreme Sect.
He is extremely powerful. It is said that he defeated a cultivator in the spiritual palace realm as early as a year ago. His strength is unfathomable.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
After the ring battle began, although Nangong Li relied on his flexible body skills to pull back and forth with Bai Tian Ling, when Bai Tian Ling found an opportunity, he directly punched Nangong Li out of the ring.
The battle between the two lasted for less than a hundred breaths! Even from the beginning to the end, neither of them spoke.
Nangong Li, who was thrown out of the ring, had already lost most of his strength, so he was not injured.
He returned to the ring, bowed, and left gracefully.
This is also the only game in which there have been no injuries since the beginning of this ring competition.
Everyone just felt a little pity.
Originally, they wanted to watch the battle between Nangong Li and Bai Bai Ling, but they did not expect that their game would end so early.
However, Fang Lin looked thoughtfully at Nangong Li's leaving figure.
This Nangong Li is extremely mysterious.
Based on Fang Lin's understanding of him, he didn't use all his strength in that battle just now. What was he worried about?
When the four arena games were completed, it was already approaching evening.
Among the top four, there are Bei Ji, Fang Lin, Bai Bai Ling and Wu Chong, while Xianwu Academy and Supreme Sect each account for two.
Needless to say, there is no need to say anything about Tian Ling. The nine-star spirit body and even the realm of half-step spiritual palace are powerful and there is no need to question them.
What is worth mentioning is this Wu Chong.
In the eight-to-four arena, he actually broke through to the realm of nine-star spiritual bodies, and his strength increased dramatically.
At the same time, the results of the draw also showed that Wu Chong was Fang Lin's opponent tomorrow.
This result gave Lan Hua, who was originally desperate, a glimmer of hope.
Fang Lin's appearance disrupted the entire Supreme Sect's plan.
It even caused their entire college to suffer heavy losses. Lan Hua would feel uneasy if he didn't die.
Blink of a night! That night, Fang Lin slept soundly.
He didn't feel nervous at all from the days of fighting.
On the contrary, the more he fought, the more courageous and energetic he became.
After several days of fierce fighting, he also knew where his current limit was, which was a good thing.
"Fang Lin! Fang Lin! Fang Lin!"
The moment Fang Lin arrived at the martial arts arena, he was instantly drowned in the sound like waves.
Looking around, it is densely packed with human figures.
In addition to being disciples of the academy, many of these people are practitioners nearby.
After they heard that a genius had emerged from the Xianwu Academy, they all came to watch.
After being passed on to ten and hundreds of people, Fang Lin had already become well-known and somewhat famous.
"Thank you for your kindness, Fang Lin will go to fight now!"
After Fang Lin greeted everyone, he jumped up and stepped onto the ring.
This scene once again caused thunderous applause from the crowd.
A genius is a genius, a strong person is a strong person, and he looks so handsome even when he lands.
On the ring, Wu Chong put his hands behind his back and closed his eyes tightly.
He looks like a master, but he is actually nervous.
Fang Lin's strength is unfathomable, otherwise, he would not have thousands of supporters.
When fighting against Fang Lin, one cannot judge him based on common sense. Instead, he must be treated as a monster.
Because, even though we are almost reaching the finals, no one knows where Fang Lin's limit is.
Suddenly, Wu Chong opened his eyes.
There seemed to be thunder and lightning hidden between his eyes, and a powerful aura was instantly locked on Fang Lin.
In an instant, Fang Lin felt as if a boulder weighing eight thousand kilograms was pressing on him.
"hiss!"
Fang Lin took a deep breath and frowned slowly.
There is indeed a qualitative difference between the nine-star spirit body and the eight-star spirit body.
Just one look can exert such pressure, which the eight-star spirit body cannot achieve.
"Fang Lin, you are a strong man!"
Wu Chong opened his mouth, roaring like a fierce tiger, making everyone's hearts rumble.
At the same time, his expression was extremely solemn.
This is respect for Fang Lin! If Wu Chong was like a tiger at this time, then Fang Lin was a lion.
The two are equally matched.
"But it's a pity that you have to stop here today. Come back in three years!"
Wu Chong's voice continued.
The next moment, the spirit soldier fell into Wu Chong's hands, and Fang Lin's pressure increased accordingly.
It was a dark golden stick, simple and mysterious, and the hair lines engraved on it were obscure and difficult to understand.
Under pressure, Fang Lin's eyes were bright and clear.
Not only did he not flinch, but his blood boiled.
The opponent he was looking forward to has finally arrived! "Whether you can stop here depends on whether you have the ability!"
Fang Lin's body trembled, and a deep pit was created under his feet.
At the same time, Fang Lin's blood energy was also rising crazily.
Everyone present felt Fang Lin's terrifying blood and felt fear in their hearts.
Such surging blood energy is like a river, rushing endlessly. Even a monster can't do it, right?
How on earth could Fang Lin achieve this?
"Is this talent?
The difference in talent makes us as different as clouds and mud!"
Some people were amazed.
However, only Le Wenyao knew that everything Fang Lin had now was not due to talent, but because of Fang Lin's practice day and night and his reckless oppression of himself.
