"Haha, before that, do we have to fulfill our bet?" Han Luoyun said with a faint smile.
Hearing this, Yang Jianye smiled bitterly, while Li Zhendong looked gloomy.
"Hey, we all underestimated that Fang Lin." Yang Jianye said, took out a treasure and asked his men to send it to Han Luoyun.
Han Luoyun smiled slightly, accepted the treasure, and then looked at Li Zhendong.
"Master Li, you won't break your promise, right?" Han Luoyun's smile faded and he said in a cold voice.
Li Zhendong snorted. Even though he was extremely unhappy, he could only hold his nose and admit it.
I saw Li Zhendong pat the Jiugong bag, take out a treasure, and throw it to Han Luoyun.
Han Luoyun waved his hand, and the treasure fell firmly into his hands.
"Thank you, Master Li, for the gift." Han Luoyun said, but without even looking at the treasure, he directly put it in his bag, seemingly not caring what Li Zhendong gave him.
Soon, the civil war between the two Li families began.
"Fang Lin, please be merciful later." Yang Wanshan stood beside Fang Lin and said to Fang Lin with a smile.
Fang Lin had a wry smile on his face: "Second Prince, don't be ridiculous. I hope you can save some face for me later and don't let me lose too embarrassingly."
Yang Wanshan laughed and patted Fang Lin on the shoulder. He seemed relatively easy-going, but Fang Lin could still keenly sense that Yang Wanshan was a very hypocritical person.
The nine sons of Long were all different. Yang Jianye's sons naturally gave Fang Lin different feelings.
Yang Pojun, whom I am most familiar with, is a straightforward person. To put it harshly, he has no scheming and is a complete martial artist.
The sixth prince, Yang Jianfeng, is a person who is easier to get along with and has a more genuine temperament.
Yang Fengchi seemed a little arrogant, as if he didn't care about anyone.
As for Yang Wanshan, he seems easy-going, but in fact he is quite dignified. There is cunning and scheming in his eyes, which gives people a feeling of hypocrisy.
The civil war in the Li family was much more boring than imagined. The young man from the Li family named Li Tong obviously did not try his best and was easily defeated by Li Shengming.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was what they had discussed long ago. Although Li Shengming was stronger than Li Tong, it would not be so easy to win if they were to fight seriously.
However, in order to allow Li Shengming to retain his strength and prevent others from discovering his methods and trump cards, Li Tong was easily defeated by Li Shengming, and Li Shengming was smoothly allowed to compete for the substitute position.
Although this is a bit unsightly, no one can say anything. After all, this is the result of drawing lots. The Li family is in a civil war. They can fight how they want.
The next battle between Yang Wanshan and Fang Lin will be the focus of everyone's attention. If one of the two wins, he will have to compete with Li Shengming for the substitute position.
In the eyes of most people, Yang Wanshan's chance of winning is obviously higher than Fang Lin. After all, Yang Wanshan is the second prince of the Qian Kingdom, and in terms of strength, he can rank among the top three princes.
And what about Fang Lin? Although his performance in the first round of screening was astonishing and beyond everyone's expectations, everyone felt that he had taken the elixir. If he was talking about his true ability, he should not be Yang Wanshan's opponent.
Especially the royal family, they know more about Yang Wanshan's strength. It is not easy for even the eldest son of the emperor, Yang Xuanfeng, to defeat Yang Wanshan.
Among the people present, probably no one except Han Luoyun was optimistic about Fang Lin.
Even Yang Pojun, who was familiar with Fang Lin, did not think that Fang Lin could defeat Yang Wanshan. After all, they were both princes, and Yang Pojun had also competed with Yang Wanshan, so he knew the basics.
The two came to the center of the martial arts field, dozens of steps away from each other. Neither Yang Wanshan nor Fang Lin had any intention of looking down on the other.
"Fang Lin, be careful." Yang Wanshan warned, and suddenly took out a gleaming long sword, jumped lightly, and headed straight for Fang Lin.
When Fang Lin saw that the other party had used a weapon, he did not hold back. He patted the Jiugong bag, and the exaggeratedly shaped big bone stick appeared in his hand.
Seeing Fang Lin actually taking out such a monster weapon, everyone was amazed. Yang Wanshan's eyes flashed, and without slowing down, he stabbed Fang Lin with his sword.
Fang Lin didn't move at all and just swung the big bone stick and hit it.
Keng!
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and Yang Wanshan was startled. He felt his arm sink, and a strong force came from the other party.
The next moment, Yang Wanshan stumbled back several steps, almost losing his balance.
Fang Lin had no expression on his face, stepping on the Nine Heavenly Footsteps, and swung the big bone stick in his hand again with the sound of breaking wind.
Yang Wanshan frowned and used his inner energy. His speed increased dramatically, and he suddenly dodged Fang Lin's big-boned stick.
Then, Yang Wanshan appeared behind Fang Lin. Instead of using a sword, he punched Fang Lin on the back of the neck.
This is the weak point of the human body, and it is also the Achilles heel.
Although Yang Wanshan was sinister and hypocritical, he was still worried about Han Luoyun's presence and could not be cruel, so he wanted to punch Fang Lin on the back of the neck to make Fang Lin temporarily incapacitated.
But he obviously underestimated Fang Lin's reaction. Before Yang Wanshan's fist fell, Fang Lin suddenly turned around and punched out as well.
boom!
The two fists collided, and Yang Wanshan was full of confidence. He contained enough inner strength in this punch. He believed that Fang Lin would not be able to follow up in a hurry.
"What? How is this possible?"
"The second prince actually fell into a disadvantage!"
"So Fang Lin is so powerful?"
But the result surprised Yang Wanshan and everyone.
Yang Wanshan stepped back involuntarily, his steps staggering, and his left hand that was punching became numb for a while. On the other hand, Fang Lin still stood motionless, not even frowning.
At this moment, Gao Xiao could be seen immediately.
Yang Wanshan was angry and annoyed. He regretted why he didn't use the sword just now. He felt furious now and no longer had any worries.
He, Yang Wanshan, wants to win! By winning against Fang Lin, then by Li Shengming, and by seizing the substitute position, with such an opportunity, he would have a lot of capital in the fight for the crown prince position.
Therefore, Yang Wanshan must defeat Fang Lin. If he loses here, he will be even less able to compete with other princes for the crown prince position in the future.
"Take my sword!" Yang Wanshan roared, and the long sword flew out from his hand, like a dragon emerging from the water, flying straight to Fang Lin.
Fang Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, and the big bone stick hit the flying sword away quickly and hard.
But Fang Lin himself didn't feel well either. The flying sword contained very sharp sword energy and cut several bloody marks on Fang Lin's right hand.