On the martial arts field, Fang Lin and Yang Xuanfeng stood opposite each other, staring at each other.
Only when you meet Yang Xuanfeng face to face can you feel how powerful he is.
Even before taking action, Fang Lin's expression had already become solemn. This should be the strongest person of his generation he has faced since his rebirth. In Fang Lin's impression, only Han Xiaoxing seems to be comparable to him.
Outside the martial arts arena, everyone sat down.
Yang Jianye asked with a smile: "Do you think Fang Lin can survive fifteen moves under Xuanfeng?"
Some people looked at each other, several princes thought that Fang Lin couldn't do it, and some royal masters also thought so.
"How can this thief survive fifteen moves under Big Brother? I don't think he can even hold on to five moves." Yang Yanyu said disdainfully.
It was Yang Pojun who spoke up and said, "Brother is certainly powerful, but Fang Lin is not weak either. With fifteen moves, he should be able to do it."
"Sect Master Han, what do you think?" Yang Jianye looked at Han Luoyun with a hint of cunning in his eyes.
Han Luoyun said calmly: "I believe in my disciples."
This was what Yang Jianye was waiting for, and he immediately said: "Then do you want us to make another bet?"
Han Luoyun also laughed: "Your Majesty is so interested, I will accompany you."
Yang Jianye laughed loudly: "Okay! In that case, let's bet two treasures. If Fang Lin can't survive Xuanfeng's fifteen moves, you will give me two treasures, and vice versa."
Han Luoyun nodded, smiling, and agreed.
Everyone was speechless. One of these two was the Emperor of Daqian and the other was the leader of the Zixia Sect. Why did they like betting so much.
As everyone knows, Han Luoyun won a treasure from Yang Jianye in a previous bet, but Yang Jianye has always been worried about this.
What he cared about was not the treasure, but that he actually lost. As an emperor, how could he lose? So I always want to get my face back.
This opportunity is the most suitable right now. Didn't you, Han Luoyun, win a treasure from me? Then I'll win you two.
Yang Yanyu rolled her eyes and looked at Yang Pojun: "Fourth brother, how about we make a bet too?"
Yang Pojun smiled and said, "What do you want to bet on?"
Yang Yanyu pointed at the two people in the martial arts field and said: "I bet on whether Fang Lin can survive fifteen moves. I bet on him that he can't. If I lose, I will give you the Tiancan Soft Armor. If you lose, Give me the ancient Tianxing jade."
As soon as he said this, Yang Pojun suddenly smiled bitterly. This girl might have taken a fancy to his Tianxing Ancient Jade and wanted to get it through this bet.
"How about fourth brother? You don't dare to gamble, right?" Yang Yanyu looked at him sideways.
"Just bet, but if you lose, don't lie." Yang Pojun said with a smile.
"How could it be? Am I, Yang Yanyu, that kind of person?" Yang Yanyu said dissatisfied.
The faces of the people next to me were all twitching, and they wanted to say that you were the one.
Almost no one at the scene was optimistic about Fang Lin. Even if it took fifteen moves, they didn't think Fang Lin could survive it.
There is no other reason than that Yang Xuanfeng is too strong!
Yang Xuanfeng is so powerful that he can crush his peers and suffocate other princes. He is also the number one young master in the Qian Kingdom.
This name was not something others boasted about, but Yang Xuanfeng gained it by relying on his own strength.
Whether it was Li Guanxin of the Li family or Han Xiaoxing of the Zixia Sect, they had all fought against Yang Xuanfeng, but without exception, they were all at a disadvantage.
And what about Fang Lin
Although he has been in the limelight recently and performed extremely well in the previous selection of substitutes, he is still far behind Yang Xuanfeng.
Even Fang Lin himself felt uneasy. He didn't know if he could hold on for fifteen moves. If he couldn't hold on, it would be embarrassing.
"Fang Lin, have you ever competed with Han Xiaoxing?" Yang Xuanfeng, standing opposite, suddenly asked.
Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I haven't sparred before."
Yang Xuanfeng frowned slightly: "I hope to compete with her again. Although I won the battle with her three years ago, she is younger than me after all. Maybe she is not weaker than me now."
Fang Lin cursed, she must be no weaker than you. When Han Xiaoxing can see, you may not be able to defeat her.
"Come on, let me see how strong your Fang Lin is. If you can't even survive my fifteen moves, you are not qualified to be the substitute." Yang Xuanfeng said, his whole person's momentum rising. got up.
Fang Lin's eyes narrowed. At this moment, Yang Xuanfeng felt like a mountain, a huge mountain that could not be crossed or competed. He could only stand at the foot of the mountain and look up.
Without any carelessness, Fang Lin directly took out the big-boned stick. He didn't care whether the opponent had weapons or not. He wanted to survive fifteen moves first.
Yang Xuanfeng did not move, still standing there, staring at Fang Lin.
Even so, Fang Lin felt great pressure. Only when he fought against Yang Xuanfeng did he realize how terrifying the eldest son of Emperor Daqian was.
Just standing there made Fang Lin sweat slightly on his back, and the constant pressure made Fang Lin breathe slightly faster.
Fang Lin gritted his teeth, knowing that if he continued like this, Yang Xuanfeng's momentum would become stronger and stronger, and it would become increasingly difficult for him to compete.
It must be broken!
At that moment, Fang Lin roared angrily, holding a big bone stick, and rushed directly towards Yang Xuanfeng.
"Well done!" Yang Xuanfeng laughed loudly, the sound was like a loud bell, which made Fang Lin's ears buzz and his body froze involuntarily.
boom! ! !
An extremely fierce punch came directly towards Fang Lin's face.
The punch came very quickly, as if the moment Yang Xuanfeng made the slightest move, the punch was already in front of Fang Lin.
Fang Lin's face was ugly, and he suddenly swung the big-boned stick and collided with Yang Xuanfeng's fist.
The next moment, Fang Lin flew out like a broken sack.
Yang Xuanfeng, on the other hand, has an extremely calm figure.
Plop!
Fang Lin fell to the ground and immediately got up again, his face full of shock.
With just one punch, Fang Lin knew that it would be difficult for him to hold on to fifteen moves. Yang Xuanfeng's power was too terrifying, even more terrifying than that of Li Shengming.
"No matter what, you will still be able to survive the fifteen moves." Fang Lin gritted his teeth and used the Nine Heavenly Steps under his feet, changing his body like a ghost.
When Yang Xuanfeng saw this, he showed a hint of surprise.
But that’s all!
When Yang Xuanfeng took a step forward, a strong wind roared like a giant wave, crushing him hard.
Fang Lin suddenly felt as if he was hit by a huge wave, and his steps suddenly became chaotic.
"Not good!" Fang Lin secretly thought, and saw Yang Xuanfeng rushing over.