Ling family, ancestral home.
A huge projection was erected on the ancestral home of the Ling family, allowing many Ling family children to see it.
In the projection, it was Fang Lin and the Ling family man.
"I never expected that Uncle Zhongyang's opponent would be that Fang Lin!"
"This person has insulted my Ling family many times. Uncle Zhongyang will definitely teach him a lesson!"
"That's natural! If Fang Lin meets someone from my Ling family, it's bad luck for him!"
"It's better to make him lose face!"
"Insult my Ling family! You have to pay the price!"
In addition to these ordinary disciples of the Ling family, there are also many senior officials who are also paying attention to this battle. Ling Zhongyang is the middle-aged generation of the Ling family. He is less than forty years old and his cultivation level is close to spiritual bones. In recent years, It is expected to enter the realm of spiritual bones.
In this nine-nation genius battle, Ling Zhongyang also performed well and is now ranked within the top two hundred on the genius list.
But now, Ling Zhongyang actually met Fang Lin, whom the Ling family had always wanted to get rid of, on the last day of the second stage of the Tianjiao battle. This suddenly made everyone in the Ling family pay attention.
There is no doubt that everyone in the Ling family wants to see Fang Lin being defeated by Ling Zhongyang. They also want to see Fang Lin being stepped on by Ling Zhongyang, so that the Ling family can feel comfortable.
"When encountering Zhongyang, this boy will be defeated!" A senior figure from the Ling family looked at the projection and said coldly.
"It's a pity that this genius battle cannot take human life, otherwise Zhongyang will definitely kill this son." Another elder of the Ling family said.
"There are plenty of opportunities. This time, let Zhongyang dampen his spirit and let him know how powerful my Ling family master is."
"That's right, when the Tianjiao War comes to an end, some of our Ling family's methods will also be put to use."
"It's best for this son to know the right rules and come to my Ling family's ancestral home to kowtow and admit his mistake, otherwise I will never spare him."
In Zhenbei Hall, many alchemists were also paying attention to Fang Lin's battle.
"This person seems to be Ling Zhongyang, the younger generation master of the Ling family!" Elder Feng said with a frown.
"It's indeed Ling Zhongyang. I didn't expect to meet Fang Lin." Elder Yao said in a gloomy tone.
"Fang Lin has won many games in a row without losing a single match. I wonder if Ling Zhongyang can stop his winning streak."
"I'm afraid it's difficult. Fang Lin is so awesome."
"Haha, Ling Zhongyang is a master of the younger generation in the Ling family. He is close to his spiritual bones. Fang Lin cannot be his opponent."
"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose. Fang Lin can definitely enter the next round of the Prodigy Battle."
"You can't say that. It's okay to lose to others. If you lose to someone from the Ling family, it means something different."
"Yes, the Ling family and Fang Lin are enemies. If Fang Lin loses to the Ling family, he will lose to the Ling family."
Many alchemists in the Zhenbei Palace are talking about it. Many people from the alchemy family are optimistic about Ling Zhongyang, but they dare not blatantly say that Fang Lin will lose. After all, they all know who is the real controller of the Zhenbei Palace now. Some things should not be said casually.
A considerable number of alchemists were optimistic about Fang Lin, believing that Fang Lin could defeat Ling Zhongyang and achieve a perfect winning streak.
Only Wu Zhong, the puppet master of the palace, had an indifferent expression. He just looked at the projection coldly, as if he didn't care about the outcome of Fang Lin and Ling Zhongyang.
In an independent space, Fang Lin took out the Ancient Flame God Lamp and activated it without any explanation.
boom!
The monstrous flames filled the air, and the hot breath immediately dispelled the cold air that filled the entire independent space.
Ling Zhongyang's expression changed drastically. He practiced an extremely sinister martial arts. The cold energy all over his body was his strongest means, but what he feared the most was flames.
The flame of the ancient flame god's lamp is the fire in the center of the earth. It is extremely hot and is his biggest nemesis.
Even if the flames didn't touch his body, it still made Ling Zhongyang feel uncomfortable all over, as if the cold air was about to melt away.
Ling Zhongyang looked ugly, and immediately activated the cold energy in his body, trying to resist the sweeping flames.
But the next moment, Ling Zhongyang's expression became even more ugly. His cold energy had no effect at all, blocking the flames at all, and he was restrained to death.
At this moment, Ling Zhongyang panicked and quickly patted the Jiugong bag.
A crystal clear long sword appeared in Ling Zhongyang's hand. The long sword seemed to be carved from ice, and an extremely astonishing cold air lingered on the long sword.
"Cold Sword Technique!" Ling Zhongyang shouted angrily, and while waving the long sword, he displayed his unique skill.
The cold and biting sword energy continued to pour out, making the entire independent space seem to have turned into a world of ice and snow.
This cold air is enough to freeze any spiritual warrior.
The sword energy surged out and collided with the flame released by the ancient flame god lamp.
This is a true battle between ice and fire!
Ling Zhongyang held the ice sword in his hand, but big beads of sweat kept oozing out, and he was complaining in his heart.
Fang Lin had a smile on his lips and a hint of teasing in his eyes.
If the opponent was not from the Ling family, he would not use the Flame God Ancient Lamp so quickly. He might first use his own strength to compete, and then use the Flame God Ancient Lamp if it didn't work.
But when dealing with people from the Ling family, you don't have to be so particular about it. You can be as ruthless as you want and don't play tricks at all.
That's why Fang Lin used the Flame God Ancient Lamp as soon as he came up, not wanting to waste time with Ling Zhongyang.
The Ancient Flame God Lamp happens to be a powerful weapon to restrain Ling Zhongyang, and the effect is surprisingly good.
At this moment, even if Ling Zhongyang was able to resist temporarily, he was gradually losing his strength. The power of the Ancient Flame God Lamp was too terrifying, and it was not something he could resist for long at the ninth level of spiritual veins.
"After defeating you, my second stage will be completed perfectly." Fang Lin said with a smile.
Fang Lin's words revealed terrible information, which shocked Ling Zhongyang.
"Perfect ending? What does he mean? Only a winning streak can be called a perfect ending. Has he never lost in the second stage? Has he been winning in a row? How is this possible?" Ling Zhongyang was shocked, and his reason told him that this was absolutely impossible.
But looking at Fang Lin's expression, it didn't look like he was talking big words.
"With your strength, it's impossible to win consecutively! You're talking nonsense!" Ling Zhongyang roared, not believing it at all.
Fang Lin sneered: "You don't even look at the treasure in my hand. Is it difficult to win in a row?"
As soon as these words came out, Ling Zhongyang was stunned. Yes, Fang Lin had such a powerful treasure, so it seemed reasonable to win consecutively.
Click, click!
The sound of breaking suddenly sounded, and Ling Zhongyang suddenly screamed something bad in his heart. When he looked closely, he saw that there were cracks in the ice sword in his hand.
Seeing this, Fang Lin dripped blood again, and the flames of the Ancient Flame God's lamp increased in intensity, and the entire independent space seemed to turn into a sea of fire.
The sword in Ling Zhongyang's hand finally couldn't hold up and broke into pieces, and then Ling Zhongyang's whole body was engulfed in flames.