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Wang Chuan's fire wings spread extremely fast, but he didn't attack in close quarters, just cast spells outside, and several fireballs burst out instantly, so that the rain and clear water array were quickly wiped out.

Mastiff Zitian could see that the fireball passed on by the king was nothing more than a feint, and the real killing move had always been on his green treasure fan.

When the rain and clear water array were exhausted, they also knew that it was not a way to go on like this, and only close attacks could they be sure of victory. It's just that his speed is not as fast as Wang Chuan, he will retreat when he enters Wang Chuan, and he will advance when he retreats from Wang Chuan. After such a few times, Linyu completely fell into the wind and became the target of Wang Chuan's consumption. During this period, Lin Yu also performed several long-range water blade techniques, water knife techniques, and water thorn techniques, but they were all low-level spells of the water system, and they had little effect in front of Wang Chuan, who had already opened the flame red wing, and he couldn't even attack him, and several attacks failed.

Many of the Lin family troops who watched the battle couldn't help but sigh, if the form continued like this, it was only a matter of time before Lin Yu failed. In terms of the amount of spiritual power alone, how does this Lin Yu's positive level first order compare to Wang Chuan's positive level peak. There is not much suspense in this kind of over-level battle.

Lin Yu had no choice but to retreat in the face of Wang Chuan's long-range spells, and soon retreated to the point where there was nowhere to retreat.

At this time, the corners of Wang Chuan's mouth rose, and the ruthlessness in his eyes flashed. Wang Chuan suddenly stopped the instantaneous low-level spell and changed it to holding the fan with both hands, and the fan suddenly burst into green light, and before Lin Yu could react, the green light came to his face.

I only heard Wang Chuan shouting: "Flying slash." ”

Lin Zhibo felt bad in his heart, this flying slash was a high-level spell. With Wang Chuan's peak strength, he could even pose a threat to the twilight-level monks, which was simply unstoppable for Linyu at the first order. I didn't expect this Wang family kid to be so ruthless, just to learn but use advanced techniques.

But at this time, the spell has been completed, and the flying flocculent slashing technique is as its name, this wind blade is like flying flocculent on all sides, and the direction is uncertain and difficult to figure out, even the ordinary twilight can't dodge it all, let alone the current rain.

Sure enough, as soon as this flying slash came out, Lin Yu was cut out of several wounds by several of the knife winds, although he used the blue long sword to resist but had little effect. Seeing the situation, Lin Zhibo flew up, but just one hand poked out a ripple of water, and the fluttering sword wind was calmed down. Lin Yu sat on the ground and gasped, it seemed that his spiritual power had been exhausted. His arms, back, and legs were cut out of his whole body, and he was bleeding profusely. It can be said that it is very embarrassing.

Lin Zhibo put one hand on Lin Yu's shoulder, and with the help of spiritual power, the wound gradually stopped bleeding. After this fight, it only took ten minutes from start to finish, and Lin Yu was unilaterally suppressed throughout the whole process, and there was no way to fight back.

"Good, good. It was a wonderful exchange. ”

Wang Shanlun said with a laugh.

Wang Chuan continued: "Brother Lin is really embarrassed, I can see that you have done your best. My strength is not good, at most I can only suppress the power of this flying slash to such a low level, but I didn't expect Brother Lin to still be unable to resist, and I bothered Lin Lao to make a move. ”

"You ...... you"

Lin Yu was ridiculed by Wang Chuan like this, and his heart was suddenly angry, but he was so embarrassed that he could only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly, and he couldn't say anything about his suffering.

"Wang Chuan, you're talking too much, aren't you?!"

"You are at the peak of the right level to beat the first order cultivator of the main level, and you are so rampant if you are not martial!"

The Lin family army, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was also very angry when he saw the young master of the Lin family being humiliated like this.

Wang Chuan was not angry, his hands were attached to his back, with a lofty posture, and said: "If you are not convinced, even if you stand on the venue, my Wang Chuan is a fair and upright person, you say that I bullied your son-in-law, so do you dare someone to come up and fight with me?"

In the face of Wang Chuan's naked provocation, the anger of the Lin family army reached the extreme, if it were not for the presence of Wang Shanlun, the Lin family army would have tore Wang Chuan to pieces in a hurry.

"I've come to fight you. "A strong man walked out of the Lin family's army.

When Lin Jiajun saw that it was Benhai who stood up, everyone couldn't help but get excited. This person is named Ben Hai in his early thirties, and he is a squad leader of the Lin Family Army. Xiu Wei has also reached the peak of the positive level, if he is not over thirty years old, he will definitely participate in the martial arts competition to recruit relatives. Although the Martial God List is also a place for young people under the age of thirty to compete, after the age of thirty, they will automatically withdraw from the Martial God List. But before he was thirty years old, he was also a powerhouse in the top fifty on the Martial God List. At this time, he stood up, and everyone was shouting, hoping that Benhai could defeat Wang Chuan, avenge Gongzi and vent evil anger for everyone.

In the audience, after Lin Zhibo helped Lin Yu stabilize his injury, he saw Ben Hai stand up. He said slowly, "That's it for today." ”

Ben Hai had already stood up, but at this time, Lin Lao spoke, although he was disappointed in his heart, but as the Lin family army, he naturally did not dare to disobey Lin Lao's words, and retreated into the team.

Seeing that Lin Zhibo stopped the fight, Wang Shanlun said unhappily: "Old man Lin, why did you sweep everyone's interest. Young people compete with each other to grow up. ”

At this time, Mastiff Zitian suddenly stood up, walked to Lin Zhibo's side and said: "What Elder Wang said is right, we young people should fight more, today Lin Yu invited me to be a guest, and I am not angry that he is injured now." Why don't you let me come and have a discussion with the prince of the Wang family?"

Lin Zhibo looked at Mastiff Tian, and when he saw his serious attitude, he nodded in agreement.

Wang Shanlun said: "Young man, who are you?"

Mastiff Zitian looked at Wang Shanlun neither humbly nor arrogantly, and said, "My name is Mastiff Zitian, and I am sixteen years old. ”

Hearing that this young man was only sixteen years old, Wang Shanlun laughed even more happily, and he didn't look down on Mastiff Zitian at all, and said, "Okay, the young man has guts." Then you can go up, you can use all your strength, you don't have to show mercy to my apprentices, don't worry about my old face, hahaha!"

Wang Shanlun felt strange, and Lin Jiajun was also very curious. They had seen this tall young man follow Lin Yu before, and they had not seen Lin Zhibo talk to him, and everyone had always thought that Mastiff Zitian was Lin Yu's new bodyguard. At this time, seeing that Mastiff Zitian suddenly stood alone in the arena, Lin Jiajun couldn't help but talk about it.

"This young man is only sixteen, even if he starts cultivating from his mother's womb, at most he is only a full-level cultivator, how can he fight against Wang Chuan, who is ranked twenty on the Martial God List?"

"Hey, maybe he's still too young, he has a good heart to stand out for Lin Gongzi, but you also have to consider your own strength. ”

"I can only hope that he won't be too seriously injured for a while. ”

Everyone on the field was not optimistic about the young Mastiff, after all, sixteen years old is just a beginner's age for many monks, and being able to reach the rank in his teens can be regarded as a good talent, let alone a positive level.

Lin Yu in the audience also looked at the stage after recuperating for a while, and was a little grateful to Mastiff Zitian, he and Mastiff Zitian had only known each other for half a day, but at the moment he stood out for him, others didn't understand Mastiff's cultivation, but he knew that this sixteen-year-old boy's cultivation would at least not be worse than him, but Lin Yu didn't think that Mastiff Zitian could defeat Wang Chuan, after all, Wang Chuan's cultivation was there.

Lin Zhibo was not happy or sad at this time, and looked at the mastiff on the field calmly, he could feel that this young man was definitely not ordinary, since he knew that the other party was at the peak of the peak strength and took the initiative to ask for a fight, he must have his own intentions. Wang Shanlun on the side looked proud, as if Wang Chuan had won.

Mastiff is dressed neatly in black, with an orange headband flying in the wind, and the blood-red wolf tooth necklace and golden rope make people feel extraordinary at a glance. The mastiff that has been taken care of gives people a feeling of spring breeze and pride.

For five years, he has been practicing with Wu Wen Di for five years. No one knows what the mastiff has learned, no one knows where he went, and certainly no one cares. But one thing is for sure, Mastiff Tian is no longer the one who didn't know anything before, like the wild child who first entered the world. After five years of practice, his blank sheet of paper has been painted with a lot of paint on the Wuwen flute and the world he sees, some red, some white, and of course some black. It can be seen from the fact that he killed several monks in the past five years, and he may have become numb to killing people in the past five years......

Mastiff's sixteen-year-old eyes stood on the field at this time and looked at Wang Chuan opposite, although Wang Chuan was over twenty years old, but he was directly looked at by the clear but seemingly weathered eyes of the young man in front of him, and the confidence that he would win seemed to be shaken.

"Shaoxia, we are really destined. I didn't expect to be able to learn from you so soon, it's really ......" Before Wang Chuan finished speaking, Mastiff Zitian raised his index finger and put it between his lips, signaling that Wang Chuan didn't have to say much.

The Lin family army next to him couldn't help but be anxious for Mastiff, in the face of such a strong man, he still dared to provoke and provoke the other party, isn't this an act of looking for death, even if the Mastiff really has the strength to defeat Wang Chuan, but the other party is the heir of the Wang family, and his grandfather is still present, this kid has no name and no points, even if he wins Wang Chuan, he will definitely not be able to benefit if he offends the Wang family.

Standing in the martial arts field, this is the first time in a long time that Mastiff Zitian has been fighting head-on with others. Unlike Mastiff Tian, all the moves in fighting against people over the years are killing moves, and every step is deadly, either you die or I die. It's been a long time since a battle like this that didn't take people's lives was a long time ago.

Mastiff Zitian felt a lot, and the words of Wu Wen Di echoed in his mind: "The Vientiane Exercise is divided into five stages. Vientiane Kung Fu is mainly two words 'change', the first stage of Vientiane Kung Fu is Vientiane refinement, and the small cultivator is not afraid of swords and guns, pointing to the stone piercing. The five senses of the cultivator are extraordinary, the eyes are attentive and can see thousands of miles, the ears are agile and can hear the four directions, the nose can distinguish the true taste of all things, and the tongue can taste all kinds of tastes......"

Wang Chuan's movements were extremely fast, and the flame red wings unfolded again, accelerating to close the distance between him and Mastiff Tian, and he didn't take this sixteen-year-old kid in his eyes at all. In the battle against Lin Yu, he also used fireball attacks to open up the distance and make a feint, and the fan charged up for a lore. But at this time, facing Mastiff Tian, his eyes were full of anger and disdain.

I saw a flick of the flame red wings behind him, and the treasure fan in his hand disappeared instantly, and when it reappeared, it had turned into a red long sword.