In the second game, Xian Xiu shouted, immediately mobilized the power of the fairy spirit to inject it into the long sword, and then ordered the sword to rush towards Fang Lin and kill him.
Fang Lin dodged cleanly, then rushed directly in front of him, punching him from the sky into the ground.
Fang Lin looked around the audience, "Who will join the third round!"
Don't let these people down.
These people looked at each other and immediately realized that Fang Lin was a young and promising junior.
"Huh, another kid who doesn't know how high the sky is. If we don't come out and show our skills, I'm afraid we will be underestimated."
"I told you to be careful, this young man is not simple."
A strong man looked back angrily at his companion, rolled up his sleeves and strode out.
"Boy, I'll fight you!"
This man was very big and had a rebellious look on his face, and he looked like a difficult master.
"Okay, just you!"
Fang Lin had no intention of refusing at all. He never refused and solved the problem cleanly, so that he could continue to challenge others in the future.
Fang Lin even took two steps back to give him the main stage.
Zhao Hu simply thought it was a great shame and humiliation, but since Fang Lin gave in, he accepted it of course.
Then watch how he defeats Fang Lin cleanly.
"Bring me my brass hammer."
Zhao Hu stretched out his hand to Wang Si while staring at Fang Lin mockingly.
"Boy, you are very arrogant, let me teach you some tricks!"
"As you wish."
Fang Lin nodded and got into a posture.
Wang Si looked into the venue very worriedly, "Be careful!"
Zhao Hu was angry and didn't bother to pay attention to him. He roared and rushed over with two copper hammers.
Fang Lin didn't dodge at all. He waited until Zhao Hu rushed towards him with his hammer, then raised his fists and used his wrists to fight.
He stopped Zhao Hu's copper hammer. Then, amidst the laughter of everyone, he dodged directly, turned around, approached Zhao Hu, and punched him down.
Zhao Hu originally wanted to overwhelm Fang Lin with brute strength, but he didn't expect Fang Lin to be very tough. Now lying on the ground, he felt that he had lost all dignity.
Everyone laughed.
"Hey, this guy went up there so confidently, but he was knocked down as soon as he met him. It's really embarrassing."
"If I were so embarrassed, I would have run away long ago."
"There's no one among us who can fight? We're being laughed at by the new guy."
Zhao Hu was so ashamed and angry that he got up and left.
What neither Zhao Hu nor Fang Lin expected was that Wang Si would take his place in the next round.
"I'm here to teach you too!"
Wang Si's face was also solemn. He had a sharp mouth and a happy face, but his friend was beaten and he had to end.
"It turns out you and the guy from the third game are friends, which is great."
What Fang Lin wants is this kind of situation where challengers appear one after another, and he just waits where he is.
"Come!"
Wang Si took out a three-section whip and struck Fang Lin.
The three-section whip kept making sonic booms, crackling with terrifying force. It was about to wrap around Fang Lin's neck.
Fang Lin took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the whip, and pulled it towards him amidst the horrified eyes of everyone.
Wang Si suddenly lost his balance and came in front of Fang Lin. Fang Lin punched him in the stomach.
Wang Si fell to the ground holding his stomach, losing the ability to fight.
At this time, Qian Mingshi and Wang Zixuan finally did not dare to think that Fang Lin was an ordinary person anymore. They looked at each other, got up, and came to the edge of Fang Lin's barrier to watch Fang Lin's actions.
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This person is so powerful, even though he is a Seven-Star True Immortal, he actually defeated a Nine-Star True Immortal. I have never seen such a person before!"
"I haven't seen it either. In the past, you always said that the first few were powerful, but now I feel that he is even more powerful."
Maybe Fang Lin, a waste that everyone here thinks is impossible, can clear ten rounds in one fell swoop and gain a little dignity for "waste" like them.
Murong Tuwu and Murong Tuwen's smiles were a bit awkward and stiff.
"It seems that this boy is not such a waste."
"Huh, so what if you defeat the Nine-Star True Immortal. The Seven-Star True Immortal is a waste. I want to see how many levels he can pass!"
Murong Tuwu and Murong Tuwen looked at each other and could see the unwillingness in each other's eyes. Others in the small group also stood up and gathered around, staring at Fang Lin.
The pressure was really great at the moment, but Fang Lin felt it weighed nothing. As expected, he attracted a lot of attention as he hoped, and he had no worries about challengers.
"Who's coming to the fifth game?"
"Who's coming to the sixth game!"
"Seventh game!"
Fang Lin used a flurry of dragon and tiger fists and Pai Shan palms to strike randomly, knocking off the weapons and defenses of his enemies who were both immortal and martial arts practitioners.
Finally, the rolling stone approached, and with one punch and one palm, the man was knocked backwards and hit hard against the barrier.
Murong Tuwu and Murong Tuwen were so angry that they almost broke the barrier.
"Hmph, this person is going to pass the level soon, and we are going to lose all our face. What should we do?"
"It seems like I don't want to come up with any ideas, so I can't."
The two people looked at each other and saw what the other meant. That was that Fang Lin must not stand out.
"No newcomer has ever been able to win all ten games on the first day. He is going to be the first."
"This man really proved us!"
Qian Mingshi
He and Wang Zixuan looked at each other and could see each other's excitement.
Ever since they came here, the two of them have been bullied by the Murong family and their servants' sons, and they have to be careful to apologize for fear of being kicked out accidentally.
But now Fang Lin has proven to them that newcomers can also be high-spirited.
Fang Lin glanced coldly at the young people of the Murong family, especially Murong Tuwu and Murong Tuwen.
Not long after arriving here, Fang Lin discovered that these two people especially liked to target newcomers and outsiders.
If you challenge two such vain people, you will definitely get an endless supply of enemies.
"Who's coming for the eighth round?"
Everyone did not dare to face Fang Lin's gaze and retreated some.
"A seven-star true immortal, a newcomer, actually won seven games in a row on the first day he came here. This talent is simply abnormal. I am not willing to be a stepping stone for him. Although I admire him."
"The one-star golden immortals are all on the street. I, the nine-star true immortal, are trembling. Don't look at me."
"You don't dare to go, and I don't dare to go. Who can go up quickly and let this ancestor win ten consecutive victories!"
Murong Tuwu and Murong Tuwen snorted coldly, pushed past these people, and walked to the front.
"You are such an arrogant newcomer, let me give you a try! If you are really talented, I can recommend you to the commander."
"Really, thank you!"
Fang Lin looked at Murong Tuwu coldly, even mockingly, which instantly made Murong Tuwu very unhappy.
Fang Lin looked at this man's twisted face, not to mention how happy he was.
You little boy, let your Murong family become blindly xenophobic.
Murong Tuwu went directly into the barrier and pulled out a double-ringed sword with two golden rings on the back. The blade was golden and the blade was white. There were two golden dragons carved on it, as if it could come alive.
And Murong Tuwu himself has the strength of a two-star golden immortal.