Because of Lan Hua's selfish desires, all those who failed since the start of the arena competition have been seriously injured.
It ranges from not being able to get out of bed for a month, to at worst saying goodbye to this beautiful thing in advance.
It can be said that Lan Hua's move hurt the enemy by one thousand and himself by eight hundred.
If he had known that this would be the result, I think even if he were killed, he would not have dared to mobilize the academy of the Supreme Sect and the Xianwu Academy to fight like this.
On this day, the sun was shining in the sky, and the flowers were smiling at me.
Sixteen people stood on the ring together.
They are divided into two rows according to their colleges.
As the number one person in the Xianwu Academy, Senior Brother Bei Ji bore the brunt and was ranked at the front. As the youngest disciple and the weakest in realm, Fang Lin naturally ranked at the bottom.
As the strongest men in the academy, they fought through all the obstacles and finally stood here, all of them prepared.
There was one person among them, and Fang Lin had a very deep impression on him.
His name is Nangong Li, and his cultivation level is at Seven Star Spirit Body. Among these sixteen people, he is not considered to be the best.
However, his body skills are extremely sensitive, and he is as strange as a ghost in the ring wearing a white robe, and no one can see his true form clearly.
Of course, what amazed Fang Lin even more was Nangong Li's double thorns.
Once the double thorns come out, they will be stained with blood.
Many times, no one could see clearly how he did it, and his opponent would have already fallen.
What's even weirder is the white robe he wears.
Although his thorns were stained with blood, his white robe was spotless.
Such a ghost-like cultivator is feared by no one in the same realm.
The other four people each have their own abilities, and Fang Lin has noticed them all, so he won't burden them one by one.
As for the Supreme Sect, among the ten people, there are two nine-star spirits, six eight-star spirits and two seven-star spirits.
Seven-star spirits don't have much chance of entering the semi-finals.
After all, except for Fang Lin and Nangong Li, the six people in the Xianwu Academy are all eight-star spiritual cultivators.
There is no chance of winning against them.
The real trouble is those two nine-star spiritual cultivators.
Their strength was extremely strong, and they crushed them all the way. The Xianwu Academy that was defeated by them all ended in disgrace, with serious injuries.
If it weren't for the alchemist Xuan Ying, those seriously injured disciples might not have survived.
At this time, the two groups of people stood opposite each other, looking at each other.
The disciple of the Supreme Sect raised his head high and looked at Fang Lin with a sneer, as if his nostrils were glaring.
"Unexpectedly, the Xianwu Academy actually arranged for someone from the spirit-guiding realm to practice for us. How ironic!"
Among them, a disciple of the Supreme Sect sneered and spoke, and the taunt value was instantly filled up.
These days, you are fighting against me, and the disciples on both sides have already been at odds with each other. The Supreme Sect, which is able to take advantage of the situation and have the upper hand, will naturally not let go of such a good opportunity.
What's more, Elder Lan Hua increased the reward last night. At this time, everyone in the Supreme Sect looked at Fang Lin as if they were looking at prey.
At this moment, they all hope to draw Fang Lin before the finals, so that they will not lose even if they do not compete for first place later.
After all, the reward given by Elder Lan Hua is even more generous.
"is not that right?
A person in the spirit-guiding realm can actually enter the top sixteen, I haven't seen such a strange thing in many years!"
"There is no way, there is no one left in the Xianwu Academy, we have all carried them down!"
"If you ask me, just have a big melee, carry them all down, and it will be over!"
...The words of the Supreme Sect members are filled with great confidence in their mockery.
Fang Lin listened quietly and wanted to laugh! These people are still mocking him now. Didn't he know that the people who mocked him before were all carried down now, with bandages all over their bodies?
"Noisy!"
At this moment, Bei Ji glanced at a few people lightly and said this.
The disciples of the Supreme Sect wanted to say something, but when they saw Bei Ji, they all shut their mouths.
What kind of eyes are those?
Cold, heartless, without any emotion.
"The Northern Chronicle of Immortal Palace is really terrifying!"
They were worried and said this in their hearts.
Xianwu Academy Beiji has been famous for many years.
Three years ago, with the help of his six-star spiritual body, he defeated many powerful enemies and entered the finals, shocking everyone with his skills.
In fact, there are still several people who were defeated by Bei Ji three years ago.
Now that three years have passed, their respect for Bei Ji has only increased.
After all, after three years of training, Bei Ji, who had been able to leapfrog challenges before, no one knows how strong he has become.
"Draw lots, let's begin!"
After the calm, the voice of the sect elders sounded, and then, golden brilliance appeared on the arena.
Not long after, a group of names came out, and the results of the drawing were completed.
Among them, the seven-star spiritual body student of the Supreme Sect faced off against the nine-star disciple of the same sect, and immediately gave up, allowing his senior brother to preserve his strength and advance to the top eight! As for the other seven-star spiritual body student, he was not so lucky. His opponent,
It is precisely the Northern period.
When he saw the results, Fang Lin noticed that his face was pale and he was crying.
What an unlucky thing! Three years ago, he met Bei Ji outside the top 100 and was eliminated early. He didn't expect that three years later, he would still encounter this monster! Obviously, he remembered the fear of being dominated by Bei Ji.
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As for Fang Lin, a deep smile appeared on his lips.
In a twist of fate, his opponent was Zhao Yin, who was in the eight-star spiritual realm from the same academy that initially mocked Fang Lin! "Hahaha..." Before Fang Lin could speak, Zhao Yin's laughter rang out:
"Fang Lin, Fang Lin, I never thought you would fall into my hands!"
"I admit that you do have some strength, but the strength of the eight-star spirit body is beyond your imagination!"
"To use what you said before, just tell me your last words quickly or choose a cemetery!"
Zhao Yin spoke well, and in the blink of an eye, he gave Fang Lin a three-part series of quality! Fang Lin shook his head and said with a smile: "If I remember correctly, the Zhao Fa who lay down yesterday is yours."
My brother?
If I were you, I would quickly find a bed next to him. If it's too late, your brother might get cold!"
When Zhao Yin heard this, he immediately clenched his fists and looked at Fang Lin with gritted teeth, wishing he could just rush up and cut him into pieces! The two brothers had been dependent on each other since childhood and had a very good relationship.
However, in yesterday's battle, Fang Lin showed no mercy. Not only did he beat his brother to multiple fractures on his body, but he also directly disabled several of his brother's tendons and hamstrings.
With such an injury, Zhao Yin knew that even if he was healed, it would be difficult to practice.
Moreover, based on their life experiences, it is unknown whether the academy will use the magic pill to treat his younger brother... One can imagine how strong his hatred for Fang Lin is.
However, he still maintained the last trace of calmness.
He glared at Fang Lin, pointed at Fang Lin's nose, and said coldly: "Don't worry, when we get on the ring later, I will let you know what it means to dismember the body with five horses, and what it means to crush the bones and spread the ashes!"
