Fortune Shrine

Chapter 128 Fight against Lin Shaohan

Fang Yi naturally knew nothing about all this.

But from the moment he decided to abolish Leng Xingkong, he knew that such a day would come, but he did it anyway because Leng Xingkong wanted to kill him.

Fang Yi was never polite to those who wanted to kill him.

If it weren't for being on the ring, he would never be as simple as just crippling the opponent.

As for Leng Xingyun's revenge, that is in the future, and who can say what will happen in the future?

On the second day of the competition, Fatty and Zhao Mingde were so excited that they didn't fall asleep all night, and they pulled Fang Yi up early in the morning.

Although their competitions have all ended, Fang Yi's competition has just begun.

"Fang Yi, hurry up, maybe the battle list has already come out." The fat man urged, his expression more anxious than Fang Yi's.

In the round of 32, Fang Yi can enter the round of [-] as long as he wins another game, so who the opponent is is very important.

However, Fang Yi advanced to the first place, so at least his opponent would not be the strongest in each group. This made Fatty and Zhao Mingde full of confidence in Fang Yi's entry into the top [-].

"How can it be so fast, the top 32 opponents will draw lots."

Fang Yi scolded with a smile, but still came to the Samsara Peak Square with the two of them.

At this time, the sixteen arenas on the square were basically demolished, leaving only two arenas. There will not be too many competitions in the future, but each match will be a peak duel.

Therefore, the sect only set up two arenas, so that the disciples would not lose sight of the other.

All the disciples arrived one after another. Although today there is only the top 32 competition, no one will miss such a grand event.

In front of the square, Shui Rufeng glanced at the crowd indifferently, guessing that the time was almost up, so he took two steps forward.

"The top 32 disciples come out! Prepare to draw lots."

Following his words, figures came out one after another, and Fang Yi followed to the front of the square.

"Tsk tsk, if only I could enter the top 32."

The crowd was full of envious eyes.

Fang Yi looked at the other 31 people slightly. He didn't know a few of them, but each of them looked extremely powerful.

Only Feng Yiyi, he couldn't see through it.

At this moment, Feng Yiyi also looked at him thoughtfully.

"The top winners of each arena are responsible for drawing lots to decide their opponents." Shui Rufeng's voice sounded again.

At the same time, a deacon elder came over with a signing box.

The sixteen disciples drew out their opponents one by one.

These 16 people are the top names in each group, so they are naturally full of confidence, but the other 16 people are extremely nervous, for fear of being selected by the first few disciples, especially Feng Yiyi.

When Feng Yiyi showed the lottery in her hand, her opponent suddenly looked desperate.

And when Fang Yi showed the lottery in his hand, the crowd suddenly became excited.

It turned out that Fang Yi's opponent was suddenly Lin Shaohan.

The two are both the only new disciples among the top 32, and they are also known as the two sharp swords of the outer sect. Everyone has long wanted to know who is stronger. How can they not be excited about such a confrontation.

Fang Yi smiled slightly, and subconsciously looked at Lin Shaohan.

But Lin Shaohan was also looking at him, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"The lottery is over, and the competition for the top 32 has officially begun."

With this announcement, Feng Yiyi, the leader of the No. [-] ring, and Ling Tian, ​​the leader of the No. [-] ring, stepped onto their respective rings.

And their opponents also bite the bullet.

Fang Yi didn't know much about Ling Tian, ​​but it was said that his strength was second only to Feng Yiyi. Seeing the despair in his opponent's eyes, Fang Yi knew that this person was definitely not simple.

The battle soon began, the crowd was excited, and the sound of cheers and cheers was deafening.

These two competitions ended very quickly, and the difference in strength left their respective opponents with no chance.

The next competition is relatively more exciting, evenly matched, fierce rivalry.

Fang Yi also took the opportunity to understand the strength of others.

With the end of each match.

On the ring, the deacon elder said loudly: "Fang Yi, Lin Shaohan, please come to the ring."

Hearing this voice, the crowd instantly boiled. Obviously, this duel was even more exciting, at least for new disciples.

"Tsk tsk, Fang Yi and Lin Shaohan are finally going to take the stage, guess who is more powerful."

"I think it's Fang Yi. He defeated the seeded players and advanced to the first place."

"That's not necessarily the case. Although Lin Shaohan lost a game, he was assigned to the third ring. There is also a gap in the strength of the seeded players."

"That's right, and Lin Shaohan's Gale Sword Intent is extremely fast. In the previous competition, he could almost defeat his opponent with just a few strikes."

"Yes, I guess Lin Shaohan wins."

There were endless arguments among the crowd. In their opinion, the strength of the two should be about the same.

Fatty and Zhao Mingde obviously don't think so. In their hearts, Fang Yi is undoubtedly much stronger than Lin Shaohan.

On the ring, Fang Yi and Lin Shaohan stood facing each other.

"Fortunately, we really met, now let me see your ice sword intent!"

Lin Shaohan slowly pulled out his long sword, with a look of fanaticism in his eyes.

"As you wish." Fang Yi smiled slightly, and the blue long sword was ejected immediately.

In an instant, a vast chill swept away, and the icy and piercing breath scraped on the face of the person, like a knife slicing. The entire arena was shrouded in a layer of faint cold mist, like a cold pool and abyss.

"What a terrible chill!"

The crowd couldn't help trembling, and hurriedly backed away, and the surrounding area of ​​the ring suddenly became empty.

Lin Shaohan's expression changed slightly, although he knew Fang Yi's sword intent was not simple the last time he picked Fang Yi's sword away.

But he was not within Fang Yi's attack range at that time.

Facing Fang Yi directly at this moment, he just realized that the chill was far beyond his imagination.

The whole space seemed to be frozen, even the wind seemed to be no exception.

However, he still moved, and it was very fast. His agile figure was like a gust of wind, extremely fast, and there was no trace to be found.

shuttle!

At the same time, he also thrust out a sword.

This sword was as fast as lightning, faintly wrapped in the gust of wind, directly cut through the air, and roared towards it.

One person and one sword are like frightened birds, moving with the wind, erratic, leaving only afterimages of him in the air.

"Such a fast movement, such a fast sword, tsk tsk, I'm afraid not many people can take this sword."

"Yeah, Gale Wind Sword Intent is really powerful. Lin Shaohan's speed is too terrifying. Even if his cultivation base is higher than him, he will suffer a lot from him."

"That's right, I'm afraid Fang Yi will lose this battle."

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, everyone was shocked by Lin Shaohan's speed, and they began to favor him to win.

However, everyone didn't know that Lin Shaohan's speed was due to the suppression of the ice sword.

Otherwise, his speed can be increased by at least [-]%.

Facing Fang Yi, Lin Shaohan didn't hold back at all, and shot with all his strength as soon as he came up, obviously he attached great importance to Fang Yi.

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(End of this chapter)