Chapter 886

Ling Jia, Zu Zhai.

A huge projection stands on the ancestral home of Ling family, which can be seen by many children of Ling family.

In the projection, it is Fang Lin and the Ling family man.

"Unexpectedly, uncle Zhongyang's opponent was Fang Lin"

"This man has insulted my Ling family many times, and uncle Zhongyang will teach him a lesson."

"That's Fang Lin's misfortune when he met my Ling family."

"It's better to make him lose face"

"Insulting my Ling family means paying the price"

Ling family, in addition to these ordinary children, there are many high-level people who are also paying attention to this war. Ling Zhongyang is the middle-aged and young generation of Ling family. He is less than 40 years old, and his cultivation is close to the spirit bone. In recent years, he is expected to step into the spirit bone realm.

Ling Zhongyang also performed well in this nine nation Tianjiao battle, and now ranks in the top 200 on the Tianjiao list.

At present, Ling Zhongyang unexpectedly met Fang Lin, whom the Ling family had always wanted to get rid of, on the last day of the second phase of Tianjiao battle, which immediately attracted the attention of the Ling family.

There is no doubt that the people of the Ling family all want to see Fang Lin defeated by Ling Zhongyang, but also want to see Fang Lin trampled by Ling Zhongyang, so that they can feel comfortable in the Ling family.

"If you meet Zhongyang, you will lose," a senior figure of the Ling family looked at the projection and said coldly.

"Unfortunately, this Tianjiao war can't take people's lives, otherwise Zhongyang will definitely kill this son." Another Ling elder said.

"There are plenty of opportunities. This time, Zhongyang will frustrate his spirit and let him know the power of our Ling family master."

"Yes, when the Tianjiao war comes to an end, some of our Ling family's means should also be displayed."

"It's better for this son to know his propriety and come to my Ling family's ancestral home to kowtow and admit his mistake, otherwise he will never forgive him."

In Zhenbei hall, many alchemists are also paying attention to Fang Lin's battle.

"This person seems to be Ling Zhongyang, a master of the younger generation of Ling family," elder Feng frowned.

"It's really Ling Zhongyang. I didn't expect to meet Fang Lin." Elder Yao said gloomily.

"Fang Lin has won many games in a row and has not lost one. I don't know whether Ling Zhongyang can stop his winning streak."

"I'm afraid it's difficult. Fang Lin is too powerful."

"Hehe, Ling Zhongyang is a master of the young generation of Ling family. He is close to Linggu. Fang Lin can't be his opponent."

"In fact, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose. Fang Lin can enter the next round of Tianjiao battle."

"You can't say that. Losing to others is OK. If you lose to the Ling family, it means different."

"Yes, the Ling family and Fang Lin are enemies. If Fang Lin loses to the Ling family, he is losing to the Ling family."

Many alchemists in Zhenbei hall talked about it one after another. Many people of the Dandao aristocratic family were optimistic about Ling Zhongyang, but they didn't dare to say that Fang Lin would lose. After all, they all knew who was the real controller of Zhenbei hall now, and some words couldn't be said casually.

A considerable number of alchemists are optimistic about Fang Lin, who believes that Fang Lin can defeat Ling Zhongyang and achieve a perfect winning streak.

Only the puppet hall Lord Wu Zhong, with a cold expression, just looked at the projection coldly, as if he didn't care about the victory or defeat of Fang Lin and Ling Zhongyang.

In the independent space, Fang Lin took out the Yan Shen ancient lamp, couldn't help saying, and directly urged it.

Boom

The flames spread out, and the hot breath immediately dispelled the cold that filled the entire independent space.

Ling Zhongyang's complexion changed dramatically. What he practiced was a kind of extremely insidious martial arts. The coldness of his body was his strongest means, but what he was most afraid of was fire.

The flame of the ancient lamp of the burning God is the fire in the center of the earth. It is extremely hot, and it is his biggest nemesis.

Even if the flame did not touch him, it made Ling Zhongyang feel uncomfortable, and the cold seemed to melt.

Ling Zhongyang looked ugly and immediately urged the cold in his body to resist the sweeping flame.

But the next moment, Ling Zhongyang's expression became more ugly. His cold air didn't work at all. He stopped the fire at all and was restrained to death.

This time, Ling Zhongyang immediately panicked and hurriedly patted the Jiugong bag.

A glittering and translucent long sword appeared in Ling Zhongyang's hand. The long sword seemed to be carved from ice, and there was an extremely amazing chill around it.

"Han Jian Jue" Ling Zhongyang shouted angrily, and he showed his unique skill when waving the long sword.

The icy sword gas constantly gushed out, making the entire independent space seem to become a world of ice and snow.

This chill is enough to freeze any spiritual warrior.

The sword gas gushed out and collided with the flame released by the burning God ancient lamp.

This is a real competition between ice and fire

Ling Zhongyang held the ice sword in his hand, but the sweat of Dou Da was constantly seeping out, and he kept complaining in his heart.

Fang Lin's mouth was smiling, and his eyes were even more playful.

If the opponent is not from Ling family, he won't use Yan Shen ancient lamp so soon. He may use his own strength to compete first. If he can't, he will use Yan Shen ancient lamp.

But when dealing with the Ling family, we don't pay so much attention to it. We can do it as hard as we can, and we don't play tricks at all.

Therefore, Fang Lin will directly use Yan Shen ancient lamp as soon as he comes up, and he doesn't want to waste time with Ling Zhongyang.

Yan Shen ancient lamp is also a sharp weapon to restrain Ling Zhongyang, and the effect is surprisingly good.

At this moment, even if Ling Zhongyang can resist temporarily, he is gradually a little out of support. The power of Yan Shen ancient lamp is too terrible. It's not how long he can resist.

"If I beat you, my second stage will be over perfectly." Fang Lin said with a smile.

And Fang Lin's words revealed a terrible message, which shocked Ling Zhongyang.

"What does he mean by a perfect end? Only a winning streak can be said to be a perfect end. Is it possible that he has not lost in the second stage and has been winning in a row?" Ling Zhongyang was shocked, and reason told him that it was absolutely impossible.

But looking at Fang Lin's expression, he didn't seem to be talking big.

"With your strength, it's impossible to win in a row. You're talking nonsense," roared Ling Zhongyang, completely unbelieving.

Fang Lin sneered, "don't you look at the baby in my hand? Is it difficult to win in a row?"

Ling Zhongyang was stunned as soon as he said this. Yes, Fang Lin had such a powerful treasure that it seemed reasonable to win in a row.

Click, click

The sound of breaking suddenly sounded, and Ling Zhongyang immediately secretly screamed that it was not good. When he looked closely, there were cracks in his ice sword.

Seeing this, Fang Lin dripping blood essence again, the fire of Yan Shen ancient lamp soared, and the entire independent space seemed to become a sea of fire.

The sword in Ling Zhongyang's hand finally couldn't be supported and broke, and then Ling Zhongyang was swallowed by the fire.