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!”
Chapter completed!