Chapter 993

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Fang Lin stood on the high platform of the French array and looked at his opponent standing hundreds of steps away.

"Master Fang, I didn't expect to meet you." The man opened his mouth and said in a tone that seemed to be a little lucky and happy.

Fang Lin was speechless. Did he look so weak? Why do you have a soft persimmon expression

Fang Lin's opponent is a man who looks more than 30 years old. His cheeks are thin, and his eyes are very sharp. Being stared at by his eyes, he has a feeling of being stared at by wolves.

And the man's dress is obviously the style of people in the Yuan Dynasty.

"Master Fang, remember my name, I will show mercy, so that you won't lose too ugly." The yuan man said with a smile on his mouth.

Fang Lin scratched his head, "what's your name?"

When the man of the Yuan Dynasty heard the speech, his face suddenly froze. Fang Lin didn't even remember his name. Is this disdaining him or ignoring him

"My name is Nie Kun," said the man of the Yuan Dynasty with an ugly face.

Fang Lin nodded repeatedly and said with an embarrassed smile, "remember, remember."

And everyone below was happy when they saw this. This square tripod was interesting, and the words had confused the opponent's mood.

Nie Kun snorted coldly and didn't want to waste words with Fang Lin anymore. What he wanted was victory.

Nie Kun moved and was as vigorous as a wolf. In the blink of an eye, he was less than ten steps away from Fang Lin.

Such a speed is very rare among those who use the spirit vessel.

Seeing that Fang Lin had no response, Nie Kun sneered in his heart, put out his hand, and ran straight to Fang Lin's chest with his palm like a claw.

Just when Nie Kun was about to succeed, Fang Lin gently stretched out his right hand and grabbed Nie Kun's palm with a slap.

This time, Nie Kun couldn't move any further, as if he had been bound by an iron hoop and couldn't move.

Nie Kun's expression changed and he wanted to step back, but unexpectedly, Fang Lin's strength was so strong that he felt unable to struggle.

Fang Lin smiled faintly and kicked at Nie Kun. Although the action was not fast, Nie Kun was grabbed by Fang Lin with a hand and could not escape at all.

In desperation, Nie Kun could only resist with his other hand.

With a click, accompanied by Nie Kun's scream, Nie Kun's arm was strangely bent, apparently broken by Fang Lin's foot.

Everyone changed color one after another. Fang Lin's foot was so powerful that he kicked Nie Kun's arm off.

However, after this kick, Fang Lin did not attack Nie Kun again. He threw it gently and threw it out.

Nie Kun staggered back, his face full of cold sweat from pain, and his eyes were full of incredible color.

I actually lost like this. There are still many means that have not been used, and the treasure has not been used. I just lost like this

Nie Kun couldn't believe it, but the pain of his broken arm was the most real.

I did lose, and I lost very simply. I am not at the same level as the other party at all.

Even if he Nie Kun still has the means not to display, the result will not change at all.

In the face of absolute strength, any means are useless, but just add laughingstock.

Nie Kun looked gloomy and unwilling, but he could only admit that he was inferior to others after all.

"I lost." Nie Kun left the high platform of the French array at once.

The people below were surprised by Fang Lin's performance.

"What happened? Nie Kun actually lost."

"Of course, you have to admit defeat. Your arms have been kicked off. It's meaningless to fight any more."

"But this Nie Kun is at least nine spiritual veins. How can he be so vulnerable?"

"Nie Kun is not weak, but his opponent is too strong."

"But isn't that Fang Lin master Dandao?"

"We all underestimate him. He is a genius with both Dan and Wu."

"That's great. I always thought he was a soft persimmon."

Not only many Tianjiao, many martial arts observers in Haiyue City were surprised by Fang Lin's strength.

In particular, some martial artists in the Yuan Dynasty felt it difficult to accept. Although Nie Kun was nothing among the many Tianjiao in the Yuan Dynasty, he was a member of the Yuan Dynasty after all. It was really a little unexpected that he lost to an unknown Fang Dading.

"What's the origin of Fang Dading? He defeated Nie Kun three or two times."

"Is Nie Kun too careless? He shouldn't lose so fast."

"I thought Nie Kun could win easily. Who knew it would be like this."

"The opponent is not simple, but Nie Kun also lost wrongly."

On the VIP platform, after Fang Lin defeated naniekun, he also looked different.

Ye Mengxian naturally smiled with a trace of satisfaction.

Tuo Bolie, who came from the yuan country, frowned. Obviously, he didn't expect his country's Tianjiao Nie Kun to lose to his opponent so cleanly.

Meng Haiwen and the North King of peace were all somewhat surprised.

"The apprentice Tiankui really has some skills. His body is comparable to his spirit bone." King Pingbei nodded and said.

Meng Haiwen didn't speak, and even when he looked at Fang Lin, a trace of gloom passed through the depths of his eyes.

Feng Xiashan is a vassal of the royal family of the state of Qin. Meng Haiwen is naturally equivalent to the royal family of the state of Qin. He knows that Fang Lin and the ninth prince had a war and almost killed the ninth prince, which caused many people in the royal family of the state of Qin to be dissatisfied with Lin. that night, Fang Lin and the seventh Prince won Xinghe also had a little unhappiness. Meng Haiwen is naturally hostile to Fang Lin.

However, Meng Haiwen is very deep and will not easily reveal it.

After defeating Nie Kun, Fang Lin didn't need to fight again for the time being. After the first round was all over and half of Tianjiao were eliminated, he would start the second round.

And Fang Lin's strength displayed by Nie Kun during the fight also made Ying Xinghe and other powerful characters a little afraid.

However, they still did not pay attention to Fang Lin, thinking that although Fang Lin was strong, he could not be at the same level as them.

Ling Wushuang looked at Fang Lin's figure leaving from the high platform, and a trace of coldness and disdain appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"If it's only this degree, you're doomed to be trampled under my feet." Ling Wushuang said in his heart.

"Don't be careless. This son's strength has not been fully displayed." An old man beside Ling Wushuang said.

This old man is obviously from the Ling family, and seems to be Ling's unparalleled elder. His face is simple, his breath is long, and his realm is extraordinary.

Ling Wushuang snorted, "even if he has reservations, he can't be my opponent. Unfortunately, he didn't meet him in the first round, otherwise he must know my strength."

The old man frowned, glanced at Ling Wushuang, and didn't say much.