The most magical feature of Bobo Xiaobu is that it dodges, drifts in the wind, walks with the wind, and the slightest air flow is enough for Bobo Xiaobu to perceive and dodge.

Compared to dodging, the speed of Bobo's small steps was indeed nothing, but the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, even if it was not a speed, it was still not something that an eighth-level spirit venerable like Lin Xin could match.

It must be known that Lin Xiaofan almost caught up with the ninth-level Ouyang Madness as a second-level spirit warrior back then, although it was Ouyang Mad's self-righteous deliberate reduction of speed, but it can be seen that Lin Xiaofan's speed is not trivial.

Now that Lin Xiaofan's spiritual power has advanced greatly, the speed of the subsequent increase can be imagined.

Even now, he may still not be able to catch up with the ninth-level Ouyang Lu, but it should not be far behind.

So now it's not surprising that he is moving with his heart and jumping in front of Lin Xin, but Lin Xin knows very little about Lin Xiaofan, so he is just making a fuss.

"Now, are you still fighting me?"

If you want to fight, then fight.

Before, the location was inappropriate, but it wasn't that Lin Xiaofan was afraid of him.

And with the fight with many core disciples, as well as the battle with Lin Xin just now, Lin Xiaofan felt that he still had eight points of certainty in winning him.

In fact, among the 100 opponents, including Lin Xiaofan and Lin Xin, it can be analyzed by feeling: there is no problem in defeating 50% of the core disciples; Thirty percent of them are sure of a draw - that is, no one can help anyone within a certain period of time, but as time goes on, the consequences are unpredictable; But there are twenty percent, especially a few guys who are close to the ninth level, Lin Xiaofan is really powerless, and he knows that unless he takes advantage of the other party's defenselessness and then sneaks in, there is no possibility of winning.

Those who are close to the ninth level are so powerful, and the strength of those real ninth levels can be imagined.

Knowing the gap with those super bosses through these competitions, Lin Xiaofan strengthened his confidence even more - he can do this with his sixth-level ability, if he is promoted to seventh, eighth, or even ninth level, how can he still be afraid of them?

Tomorrow is beautiful, Lin Xiaofan firmly believes.

But for now, it's about getting rid of this guy first.

"Do you really want to fight?"

Lin Xin was aggressive in the martial arts arena, which made Lin Xiaofan extremely embarrassed, but now that Lin Xiaofan agreed to kick him high, he was a little hesitant.

It's not that he's afraid of things - even if the other party is a ninth-level spirit saint, who has he Lin Xin been afraid of?

It's just that he was just shocked by Lin Xiaofan's speed, and his mind hasn't turned around yet.

"Come on! Squirm like a. ”

Lin Xiaofan knew that World War I was inevitable, so why wait?

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Lin Xin's face darkened......

He stared at Lin Xiaofan's excessively beautiful face, and was extremely annoyed: Who is it? Is it okay to look in the mirror? Who the hell is like a?

But such words are not something that a man like him can say.

"If you want to do it, then do it."

Lin Xin didn't have too many fancy intestines, opened the stance, and no longer asked Lin Xiaofan if he was ready, and punched Lin Xiaofan's nose over.

For some reason, Lin Xin felt more and more that Lin Xiaofan hated the whole person, especially when he saw that face, he was angry, couldn't suppress it, and was out of control.

It's not good! Very bad!

This kind of mentality is a taboo for spiritual cultivators.

But why did this happen?

Could this guy really be his nemesis?

No way! Absolutely not!

Lao Tzu lives a chic and chic life, what does he need to be a nemesis?

Perhaps, smashing this broken face is the best choice......