If Ling Feiyu has any weakness in his personality, it is that he is extremely vanity and loves to show off.

He has been planning for the duel with Lin Chong today for a long time. Not only did he let Cheng Feng, Xu Zhen, Xu Chun and others promote it everywhere, but he also specially transferred a group of disciples from the Wuji Sect headquarters to support himself.

However, all this turned into a joke when Lin Chong appeared.

Ling Feiyu is a proud and talented person, and has become famous at a young age. He is regarded as a pillar of the future by Wuji Sect. Wherever he goes, he is all the focus of his attention, so he is particularly unbearable to be stolen by others.

"Very good. I originally wanted to spare your life, but you just wanted to die. I will completely defeat your body and mind in front of everyone, so that you can know how stupid your behavior is!"

Ling Feiyu's evil thoughts moved, but his face did not change at all.

Lin Chong walked along the passage given out by the crowd and quickly walked under the ring and stepped onto the stage.

The Wu League arena is one meter high, three meter long and three meter wide. It is made of bluestone with extremely high hardness. The surface is bumpy and dark red stains are vaguely visible. I wonder how many people have fought with their lives on it.

Lin Chong walked neither fast nor slow, maintaining a fixed frequency. After the front foot was settled, the other foot was lifted. The amplitude of each step was exactly the same, as if carefully measured with a ruler, showing strong control over the body.

The warriors in the audience watched Lin Chong's every move, and they all saw that Lin Chong was indeed injured.

Not to mention anything else, just the bandaged hands show a lot of problems.

"Fighting Ling Feiyu with injuries? He is too arrogant, right?!"

"Maybe this young man named Lin Chong is not weak, but Ling Feiyu is obviously stronger. Didn't he ruin his own low winning rate by himself?"

"I can't think of a reason for him to do this unless it's a forced one..."

Everyone whispered and talked.

At this moment, a bold voice suddenly sounded: "You all think too simple. The young man named Lin Chong is very scheming. I think he deliberately took the field with injuries. In this way, even if he loses to Ling Feiyu in the end, he can make excuses and say that he is not in full swing and his opponent won't win!"

Lao Long was lying on the beach, waking up the dreamer with a word. The warriors felt like they were enlightened and suddenly realized.

"I see!"

"That's right!"

"It must be so!"

"I can't think of any other explanations besides this reason."

In the crowd, a strong man with big and thick sneered on his face and looked at Lin Chong proudly.

He is a child caregiver from Wuji Sect, and is specifically responsible for guiding public opinion and creating an atmosphere that is beneficial to Ling Feiyu.

After all, Ling Feiyu, as the first true legend of Wuji Sect, represents the face and image of Wuji Sect. This duel not only cannot be lost, but also must win beauty.

There are at least seven or eight children like the strong man, all of which are scattered in various parts of the square, and they don’t know each other, so there is no need to worry about being identified.

Lin Chong, who was on stage, felt something, paused and turned his head toward the strong man.

"Well!"

The strong man was shocked, as if he was thundered.

What kind of eyes are they? They are dark and deep, indifferent and cold, high above, with no joy or sorrow, as if they carry a strange magic power that almost freezes the soul of the strong man.

"Dang thump!"

The strong man was like seeing a ghost, his face twisted, his heart beat wildly, he took several steps back, and at the same time he quickly lowered his head, and he never dared to look at Lin Chong again.

"What happened just now?"

"Why is that guy's eyes... so scary?"

"Is he really just a martial artist?"

The strong man's body trembled continuously, his palms were soaked with cold sweat, and a voice kept crying in his heart.

After scaring away the strong man at first sight, the faint light in Lin Chong's eyes quietly faded away, and he turned into a calm and unwavering look again, and continued to step onto the stage.

On the ring, in addition to Ling Feiyu, there were also a group of elite disciples of the Wuji Sect, Cheng Feng, Xu Zhen and Xu Chun. They surrounded Ling Feiyu and looked at Lin Chong with malicious eyes.

Lin Chong walked several meters away in front of Ling Feiyu before stopping. Compared with the many people on the opposite side, he seemed alone and alone.

"Let's start." Without any unnecessary nonsense, Lin Chong said bluntly.

Ling Feiyu frowned, his eyes flashed over Lin Chong's hands, his arms wrapped around his chest, and stood still: "Didn't I ask you to recover from your injuries and then fight me?"

"I know what you're thinking."

Lin Chong smiled coldly: "Don't worry, my strength has recovered as before. Some minor injuries do not affect the action. Even if I lose in the end, I will not use this as an excuse."

"It seems that I'm underestimated, it's really interesting."

Ling Feiyu narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes: "I have become the first true teaching of Wuji Sect and have never been underestimated. You are the first one. Do you think you can beat me?"

"You will know if you can win or not."

Lin Chong had no interest in talking to Ling Feiyu at all: "Why are all people from Wuji Sect like this? They like to talk a lot of nonsense before they start?"

Seeing Lin Chong so rude, Ling Feiyu's eyes couldn't help but become colder, and murderous intent surged in his chest.

The Wuji disciples standing around Ling Feiyu were in a state of great emotion, pointing at Lin Chong's nose and cursing.

"What did you say?"

"I dare to be disrespectful to my senior brother!"

"What are you? How dare you talk to the senior brother in this tone?"

"Senior Brother, this guy is not worthy of being your opponent at all. Let me meet him!"

A irritable disciple had a flushed face and was so angry that his orifices were smoked. Before Ling Feiyu could stop him, he rushed to Lin Chong in two steps and punched Lin Chong.

"Oops!"

Cheng Feng, Xu Zhen and others could not stop him, and at the same time they changed their sarcasm.

"call!"

The fist comes out like lightning, and the strong wind suddenly rises!

This punch was powerful and fierce, showing the disciple's solid martial arts skills. He also had the cultivation level of the peak level of the Dark Power, and was only one line away from the Transformation Power.

In just a blink of an eye, his fist hit Lin Chong's chest.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and there was a faint sound of metal.

"Good opportunity!"

The disciple was overjoyed and bit his teeth. The dark energy that had accumulated for a long time was like a mountain torrent, rushing out from the front of his fist, and all fell on Lin Chong, trying to shake Lin Chong away!

But the next moment, his expression freezes.

Lin Chong's body was still motionless, and he was too lazy to even act as a defensive or dodge posture. His arms were still hanging beside him, looking at the disciple of the Wuji Sect with an inexplicable gaze, a little confused about why he was so stupid.

If you want to describe Lin Chong's gaze at this moment, it is the elephant looking down at an ant that is overestimating.

No disdain, no contempt, no contempt, and even no anger.

All that is calm.

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