"Are you OK"
Lin Fan was a little worried when he saw Liu Yuanhei dazed for a long time. The other person was an old man who loved to laugh, but because he had become silent after the incident just now, he was really worried that there would be something wrong with him.
"You are very powerful and your magic power is very strong. You are really good."
Lin's method of consolation, the more comfort it makes, the more uncomfortable it is.
Liu Yuanhei wanted to vomit blood, but he always felt like someone was slapping him in the face.
"Can I say that I was careless just now?" Liu Yuanhei felt a little unwilling. He didn't think that he couldn't resist. He should really be careless.
Lin Fan nodded, "Well, I believe you are careless, otherwise it would never be like this. I am very optimistic about you. Your magic power is the most powerful one I have seen in the Holy Land. As long as you work hard, you will be able to succeed in the future." Your achievements are absolutely limitless.”
Liu Yuanhei looked at Lin Fan, are you trying to comfort me or insult me
"Forget it, if you lose, you lose. I am not someone who cannot afford to lose, but remember, there is still a battle between us, not today, but in the future."
So what if I feel unwilling to lose.
He was careless.
But if it was really a life and death fight, he was really dead. The opponent's speed was beyond his expectation. In the blink of an eye, the speed suddenly increased, so that he could not react.
Lin Fan smiled and said: "I am very happy that Fellow Daoist Liu can see through the essence of the competition. I hope that one day in the future, we can have this battle again."
He was really afraid of improving too quickly.
There is no future to talk about.
Liu Yuanhei left quickly.
The surrounding disciples fell silent. The Holy Son was defeated, and their hopes were shattered.
Some disciples cried secretly, not because they were beaten, but because the Holy Land had lost its face. Is it true that no one can regain their face
Lin Fan jumped off the ring and walked to Gong Mo, "Elder Gong, it's almost done. After some discussions with fellow Taoists from the Holy Land, it has been of great benefit to me, and I also found that the strength of the Holy Land disciples is indeed extraordinary. , the big faction is worthy of being a big faction.”
This is truly humbling.
But to Gong Mo's ears, it always felt a bit harsh, as if it was a perfunctory polite word.
"Let's compete again." Gong Mo said.
He really wanted Lin Fan to open the eyes of ordinary disciples in the Holy Land, but he really didn't let him defeat the Holy Son and reach the top.
"No more competition, just click on it, it's just right. Besides, there is a fine line in life and work. If I win again, what should I do? Wouldn't it mean that others will say that I surpassed the talented generation of the Holy Land to reach the altar?"
"Your holy land is so polite to me, how could I do such a thing."
As soon as Lin Fan said these words, he wanted to slap himself in the face.
Grass!
What the hell are you talking about
The Holy Land treats me well, is it necessary to show off like this
Now Gong Mo is trembling with fear.
It's not because of Lin Fan.
But it was him. If there was no explanation for this matter, after Lin Fan left, he would definitely be hung alive and beaten to death by the elders of the Holy Land.
It’s okay if you bring one person back from outside.
They also let people compete on stage.
Forget it about the competition.
Now that the Holy Son of the Holy Land has lost, you just want to call someone to come back and slap us in the face, right
"No, no... Fellow Taoist Lin misunderstood. The fellow Taoist just became the Holy Son not long ago. I just want fellow Taoist to help me. Looking at the current situation, it is indeed very good."
"And the next competition is the most important."
How could Gong Mo let Lin Fan end like this
From just now to now, he has already felt several eyes locked on him. These eyes are not caring eyes, but the eyes of your complete destruction.
Staring at him made him feel uncomfortable.
He knew he was out of luck.
He even wanted to slap himself in the face a few times.
What are you doing
Why did you think of asking Fellow Daoist Lin to compete on stage
It's getting out of hand now. Unless the other party steps on the face of the most powerful Holy Son in the Holy Land, then this matter will never end.
distance.
"Liu Yuanhei, you have brought great disgrace to the Holy Land." One of the Holy Sons said.
Liu Yuanhei said: "Don't talk about losing or not, the opponent is really powerful. My strength is not as good as the opponent. I admit this, but few of you can make me so helpless, so you can't fight with me." If you are on equal footing, it’s best not to bring trouble upon yourself.”
When he said these words, he looked at his senior brother in brocade robes.
I really want to win it back.
Then only the senior brother comes on stage.
The golden-robed saint drank the tea calmly, then slowly put down the tea cup, stood up and said, "I'll do it."
When everyone heard this, they were immediately overjoyed.
"Senior brother appears, then this kid is doomed."
Liu Yuanhei said: "Wow, this is too shameless."
The holy son in brocade robes doesn't want to play.
After all, this is just a small thing in his opinion.
But he had just received a message from the elders of the Holy Land that he had to go to war to regain face for the Holy Land, so he sighed silently in his heart. The battle for face was the most painful.
Gong Mo persuaded Lin Fan in every possible way and almost knelt down to beg.
I beg you to come back for the last match. If you don’t lose today, I will be completely screwed.
"Elder Gong, let's end it as promised, let's end it like this. There is really no need to continue, don't you think so." Lin Fan persuaded, he had always warned himself that he could never continue the comparison.
He is a guest.
Not here to slap people in the face.
think about it.
The Ancient Immortal Holy Land treats me well.
You have to have a conscience as a person. If you don't have a conscience, it's really bad.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, why don't we have a spar." The Jin-robed Saint slowly walked over. The disciples around him were even more respectful, and countless female disciples had sparks in their eyes.
Lin Fan looked back and saw that the other person was gentle and had a bookish temperament.
As the saying goes, the book has its own golden house, and the book has its own beauty.
And this brocade-robed saint can be called Gongzixian.
The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
This can be used to describe this holy son in brocade robes.
Lin Fan smiled slightly and said: "We can just stop at the point of competition. Today's few battles are enough. There is no need to continue fighting. Besides, this fellow Taoist has unified all his abilities. His aura and magic power have been restrained to the extreme. He is obviously in the realm of unity." "
"With my current level, I'm afraid I'm not a match for this fellow Taoist."
"How about this, I just admit defeat."
"After all, the Ancient Immortal Holy Land and the Taiwu Immortal Sect are both major sects of immortality. How can their relationship be ruined by fighting."
Lin Fan could tell at a glance that the other person was in the Guiyi Realm.
This is a slap in the face.
The opponent's magic power is as strong as the sea, and his realm is so high, he can only run away. Even if he can help you regain face, he can't bully people like this.
The Holy Son in Jinpao said: "Fellow Taoist, there is no need to worry. I see that your Taoist has not yet condensed into Nascent Soul. I can suppress him and go to the Golden Core Realm to spar with him."
"Then this is really unnecessary. If fellow Taoist suppresses you to the Golden Core realm, you are no match for me." Lin Fan told the truth, but when he said this, he wanted to give himself a slap in the face.
So pretentious.
oops!
What is going on
Why can’t I bear the emotions in my heart when I come to the Holy Land of Ancient Immortals
Gong Mo on the side had the urge to vomit blood.
If he had known that he was like this now, even if he died, he would never have been allowed to compete on stage.
The brocade-robed saint frowned. What the other party said was suspected of being a big deal.
Right now.
The voice of the Holy Land Elder came to the ears of the Jin-robed Holy Son, motivating him to go on stage no matter what.
"Okay, if that's the case, how about I suppress him to the Nascent Soul Realm? Fellow Taoist won't be so disrespectful, right?" said the Jin-robed Saint.
He was quite helpless when the elders of the Holy Land were ordered to do so at a critical moment.
Gong Mo said aside: "Fellow Daoist Lin, just give me some face. It's the end. It's the end. It's the last one. Regardless of winning or losing, how about it ends here."
"I agree, it's a good idea to give me some thin noodles."
He really almost knelt down and called Lin Fan, "Please come on."
If you don't play, I can't explain it.
"Okay, this is the last match. The competition focuses on communication, and there is no need to pay too much attention to winning or losing." Lin Fan said, and then returned to the ring.
Gong Mo breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Finally got it on stage.
Feeling the gaze disappear, he was as light as a swallow, and it felt really uncomfortable to be stared at by the older generation in the Holy Land.
The disciples below the ring raised their heads.
Looking at the dazzling holy son in brocade robes.
This is the idol that all disciples follow, and he is the strongest among the young generation in the Holy Land today.
It was originally just a competition between ordinary disciples, but in the end it attracted all the Holy Sons. It was a visual feast for many disciples.
At the same time, I understand.
How strong are the Saints
"How long do you think he can last?"
"For a moment at most."
Liu Yuanhei said: "I don't think so. If senior brother suppresses his cultivation to the Nascent Soul realm, he may not be able to defeat Lin Fan. This will be a hard fight. Unless senior brother doesn't suppress his strength, it won't be that simple."
"I'm telling you, you can really overwhelm your own prestige by surpassing others' ambitions. Senior brother's control of magic power and proficiency in magical powers can suppress the opponent even if his level is lower than the opponent's."
There is a saint son who is very unhappy.
Liu Yuanhei didn't think so. He always felt that Lin Fan had many hidden skills, but he didn't show them just now.
In the arena.
"please."
"please."
Lin Fan valued the other party and was not as careless as before. Even if the other party suppressed his cultivation to the Nascent Soul realm, he would never be that easy to deal with. To put it bluntly, there was a huge gap between other saints and saints compared to this one. Very big.
"Okay, I'm offended."
The holy son in brocade robes spoke, and then the rays of light bloomed, and he appeared in front of Lin Fan in the blink of an eye. He stretched out two fingers, and the fingers sprayed out rays of light with extraordinary power, and a huge pressure crushed him.
Lin Fan swatted away with a palm, and then disappeared from the spot. The magic sound broke the sword technique, his natural magical power exploded, and the killing move that killed Liu Yuanhei in an instant reappeared.
Liu Yuanhei watched attentively, but he still didn't see Lin Fan's figure. His forehead was covered with cold sweat. It was such a terrifying move. He didn't know how his senior brother would face it.
The Jin-robed Saint was neither impatient nor impatient. He pressed his palms toward the ground. The terrifying mana formed a huge storm and poured out towards the outside world. Lin Fan's figure was blocked. Just when he was about to change his killing move, the Jin-robed Saint Zi clapped his hands several times towards the place where he appeared.
"Awesome, rich in experience, and domineering with magical powers."
"But this is just the beginning."
Lin Fan took this battle seriously.
If you are not careful, you can really lose.
But losing is impossible.
Even if you die, you can't lose.
There is no such word as frustration in my dictionary.