Chapter 312

On the battlefield, Fang Lin and Yang Xuanfeng stood opposite each other, staring at each other.

Only when we really face Yang Xuanfeng, can we feel how powerful he is.

Even before he started, Fang Lin's expression had become dignified. This should be the strongest peer he had faced since his rebirth. In Fang Lin's impression, it seemed that only Han Xiaoxing could match it.

Outside the martial arts arena, everyone took their seats.

Yang Jianye asked with a smile, "do you think Fang Lin can survive fifteen moves under Xuanfeng?"

Some people look at him. Several princes think Fang Lin can't do it, and some royal masters think so.

"How can this rogue survive fifteen moves under the eldest brother? I don't think he can hold on to even five moves." Yang Yanyu said disdainfully.

Instead, Yang broke the army and said, "elder brother is powerful, but Fang Lin's strength is not weak. Fifteen moves should be barely enough."

"Han Zongzhu, what do you think?" Yang Jianye looked at Han Luoyun with a sly look in his eyes.

Han Luoyun said calmly, "I believe in my disciples."

Yang Jianye waited for this sentence, and immediately said, "do you want us to make another bet?"

Han Luoyun also laughed, "Your Majesty is so interested that I will accompany you."

Yang Jianye laughed: "OK! In that case, let's bet on two treasures. If Fang Lin can't withstand Xuanfeng's 15 moves, you will give me two treasures, and vice versa."

Han Luoyun nodded with a smile on his face, which was a response.

Everyone was speechless. One was Emperor Daqian and the other was Lord Zixia. Why did they like to bet so much.

As everyone knows, in a previous bet, Han Luoyun won a treasure of Yang Jianye, which Yang Jianye has always resented.

What he cares about is not the treasure, but that he actually lost. As an emperor, how can he lose? So I always want to get face back.

Now this opportunity is the most suitable. Didn't you Han Luoyun win me a treasure? Then I'll win you two.

Yang Yanyu turned her eyes and looked at Yang pojun: "fourth brother, how about we make a bet?"

Yang pojun laughed, "what do you want to bet?"

Yang Yanyu pointed to the two people in the martial arts field and said, "just bet that Fang Lin can survive 15 moves. I bet he can't. If I lose, I'll give you Tianchan soft armor. If you lose, give me Tianxing ancient jade."

As soon as this statement came out, Yang pojun immediately burst into a wry smile. The girl was afraid that she took a fancy to her own Tianxing ancient jade and wanted to get it by this bet.

"How about fourth brother? Don't you dare to gamble?" Yang Yanyu squinted at him.

"Bet, bet, but if you lose, don't cheat." Yang pojun laughed.

"How can it be? Am I Yang Yanyu like that?" Yang Yanyu said discontentedly.

The people next to them all have twitching faces and want to say that you are.

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In the presence, few people were optimistic about Fang Lin. even if it was fifteen moves, they didn't think Fang Lin could survive.

No other reason, Yang Xuanfeng is too strong!

Yang Xuanfeng's strength is the existence of crushing his peers and suffocating other princes. He is also the first young master in the dry country.

This name is not boasted by others, but by Yang Xuanfeng relying on his own strength.

Both Li Guanxin of the Li family and Han Xiaoxing of the Zixia sect have fought with Yang Xuanfeng, but without exception, they are all at a disadvantage.

And Fang Lin?

Although the spotlight has been very strong recently, and the previous substitute selection has performed extremely well, it is still worse than Yang Xuanfeng.

Even Fang Lin himself was worried. He didn't know that he could stick to the fifteen moves. If he couldn't, he would lose face.

"Fang Lin, have you ever competed with Han Xiaoxing?" Yang Xuanfeng, standing opposite, suddenly asked.

Fang Lin was stunned, and then shook his head: "no competition."

Yang Xuanfeng frowned slightly: "I hope to compete with her again. I won the war with her three years ago, but she is younger than me after all. Maybe she is not weaker than me now."

Fang Lin's stomach Fei must be no weaker than you. When Han Xiaoxing can see it, I'm afraid you may not be able to win her.

"Come on, let me see how strong your Fang Lin is. If you can't even make it through my 15 moves, you're not qualified to get this substitute." Yang Xuanfeng said, and his momentum rose.

Fang Lin's eyes coagulated. At the moment, Yang Xuanfeng gave him the feeling that he was like a mountain, a huge mountain, which could not be crossed, could not resist, and could only stand at the foot of the mountain and look up.

Without the slightest carelessness, Fang Lin directly took out a big bone stick. At the moment, regardless of whether the other party had weapons or not, he had to withstand 15 moves first.

Yang Xuanfeng didn't move, but still stood there, staring at Fang Lin.

Even so, Fang Lin also felt great pressure. Only when he fought with Yang Xuanfeng did he know how terrible the eldest son of the emperor of Daqian kingdom was.

Just standing there has made Fang Lin sweat slightly on his back, and the pressure from the constant impact makes Fang Lin breathe a little faster.

Fang Lin gritted his teeth. He knew that if he continued like this, Yang Xuanfeng's momentum would become stronger and stronger, and he would be more and more difficult to fight.

Must break!

At that moment, Fang Lin roared, holding a big bone stick, and rushed directly towards Yang Xuanfeng.

"Well come!" Yang Xuanfeng burst out laughing, his voice was like a Hong Zhong, which made Fang Lin's ears buzzing, and his body couldn't help but stagnate.

Boom!!!

The hard and fierce punch came directly towards Fang Lin's face.

This punch came very quickly, as if it had arrived in front of Fang Lin at the moment when Yang Xuanfeng had just made a move.

Fang Lin's face was ugly, and the big bone Bangzi suddenly waved in the past and collided with Yang Xuanfeng's fist.

At the next moment, Fang Lin flew out upside down like a broken sack.

Yang Xuanfeng is extremely calm.

Poop!

Fang Lin fell to the ground and immediately got up again, his face full of shock.

With just one punch, Fang Lin knew that he was afraid it would be difficult to stick to the fifteen moves. Yang Xuanfeng's power was too terrible, even more terrifying than Li Shengming.

"In any case, the fifteen moves will always survive." Fang Lin gritted his teeth, and the Jiuchong sky footwork under his feet was displayed. His body shape changed like a ghost.

Seeing this, Yang Xuanfeng showed a trace of surprise.

But that's all!

Yang Xuanfeng took a step, and suddenly a gust of wind roared, like a huge wave, crushing it hard.

Fang Linton felt as if he had been hit by a huge wave, and his steps were suddenly disordered.

"Not good!" Fang Lin whispered, and saw that Yang Xuanfeng had rushed over.