Wang Yifan was dumbfounded: Does the master have a big enmity with you? This formation ...... It's so damn spectacular!

"Lao Tzu was trapped...... Wang Yifan was frightened, turned around and ran, but unexpectedly, he hit Lin Shiyi headlong.

Lin Shiyi seemed to have calculated it a long time ago, and she happened to be stuck on the ruffian's escape road. Lin Shiyi grabbed Wang Yifan's arm with both hands and lifted it up, and kicked Wang Yifan's buttocks with the other hand, sending Wang Yifan to the competition platform.

"Me!"

"Me!"

The audience was passionate. Wang Yifan was often depressed, looking at Lin Shiyi with resentment.

Damn, I'm being cheated by this girl!

Wang Yifan gritted his teeth and waved his hand at the audience, and everyone suddenly calmed down and waited for Wang Yifan to choose.

"Do you really think of Ye as a plate of bean sprouts?" Wang Yifan was annoyed.

"It's you, come up!" Wang Yifan pointed to a young man standing in front of him who was shouting angrily - Tongmai Realm.

"Damn, who dares to challenge the master?" The noisy martial arts arena suddenly fell silent, and everyone stared at Wang Yifan with wide eyes.

Nima, can you have a face? If the children of the Lin family want to enter the library and open the storeroom, they must win three competitions. You can challenge anyone who has cultivated more than yourself, or you can be challenged by anyone who has cultivated, as long as you win three games. Generally speaking, whether you challenge others, or others, challenge yourself, there is not much difference in strength. It's an unwritten rule, and no one will pick a different opponent - they can't afford to lose that person!

But now, this product actually chose the children of the Tongmai Realm as the opponent to fight!

Can you make a face? It's really shameless to a certain level!

"Come up!" Wang Yifan roared.

The young man who passed the pulse mirror climbed onto the competition platform tremblingly, his face was pale, and he looked at Wang Yifan timidly.

"You said that you are a little thing in the Pulse Realm, what kind of coaxing is going crazy?" Wang Yifan reprimanded angrily.

Damn, everyone wants to step on Lao Tzu, do you really think Lao Tzu is muddy?

Wang Yifan didn't talk nonsense, he stepped forward with a punch and stabbed the door in the face.

"Admit defeat, admit defeat!" the child from the Pulse Realm turned around and ran, shouting.

Wang Yifan's fist that hit mid-air froze on the spot, and he was stunned for a long time before he took it back, and he was depressed in his heart!

Everyone on the martial arts arena was also stunned.

Nima, admit defeat without making a move, are you with him? When he saw Wang Yifan's depressed face, as if he had eaten a fly, he laughed again.

It's funny! You can't beat him, and it's not bad to disgust him!

Everyone in the audience burst out laughing.

Wang Yifan was even more depressed, and shouted angrily: "Who of you want to challenge Lao Tzu?

There was silence on the stage for a moment, and four or five voices sounded: "I!" Everyone automatically dodged the way, and five people approached from the crowd, waiting for Wang Yifan to choose an opponent to fight.

Wang Yifan's nose was about to be crooked: "What the hell, you guys are making a lot of fun! You are both twenty years old, twice as old as Lao Tzu, and you are embarrassed to come up and challenge?"

Lin Ziwen replied with a smile: "Generally speaking, this is the case. But there's no rule that says it's not allowed, we're all still in the Condensation Realm. Didn't you also pick a Tongmai Realm to fight?"

"Look at how annoying you are, how many people want to beat you up! Lin Zixiang also joked.

"Go, go, play, don't fight with you!" Wang Yifan seemed to have swallowed a fly, and waved his hand in disgust to tell the two of them to get out.

What a fuck fuck! Wang Yifan grimaced and cursed indignantly.

The audience became even more joyful, pointing at Wang Yifan and talking happily.

The remaining three are three of the four heroes of the Lin Mansion, Lin Zimeng, Lin Zicong and Lin Zihan.

"You...... What are you doing with it?" Wang Yifan pointed at Lin Zicong.

This guy is quite compatible with himself, and he is half a bad friend.

If you lose your friends, you will fall into the well?

Lin Zicong smiled helplessly: "Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame yourself! You are about to become a public nuisance, if I don't come up, I have to let the spitting star drown! I have to think about my reputation!"

Wang Yifan was upset and waved his hand impatiently: "For the sake of fame, you don't care about the life or death of your buddies?" Get out, get out, get out!"

Lin Zihan looked at the ground indifferently, and didn't look at Wang Yifan with his eyes: "I don't want to come up either, I can't help it." I don't want to fight you, that's bullying you!"

Can you really pretend! Don't bother to fight with Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu is afraid that he won't be able to stop and kill you! If you really want to fight, Lao Tzu will be afraid of you?

"Go, go, go! I'm annoyed when I see you. How far and how far to roll!" Wang Yifan waved his hand.

Lin Zimeng is left, and against Lin Zimeng, Wang Yifan has a natural psychological advantage and superiority.

Wang Yifan narrowed his eyes, looked Lin Zimeng up and down, and smiled: "Silly boy, didn't you get beaten enough last time?" This time, hurry up and ask Lao Tzu's subordinates to show mercy, otherwise if you start to do it, Lao Tzu will have to knock out your two teeth!"

Lin Zimeng spat and glanced at Wang Yifan with disdain: "What can you do except for a little conspiracy?

"Yo, okay, the stupid boy will also become smart one day! What should I do?" Wang Yifan inked, secretly took out a Xuanwu talisman and pinched it in his hand, pretended to look around, and quietly stuffed it into his chest.

The ruffian had a bad feeling, feeling that there was a smell of conspiracy in the air.

"Let's get started. I want you to see how the talisman of the fourth layer of condensation beats you shameless bastard!" Lin Zimeng said proudly.

The fourth layer of condensation? Wang Yifan was taken aback. Although there is only one layer difference between the third and fourth layers, the strength of the spiritual power is very different.

Lin Zimeng had already drawn his sword to drive the spiritual power, and a cloud of pale green spiritual power wrapped the sword body, and the sword was steadily suspended in the air.

Wang Yifan was in a hurry, he took advantage of the last fight and was able to easily approach Lin Zimeng. This time this guy seems to have become shrewd, I'm afraid it's not so easy to play!

The most important thing is that Wang Yifan doesn't want to pass the qualification test, let alone leak out his old bottom.

Before he could think about it, Wang Yifan roared, took out the Blue Flame Knife from the storage bag, slashed horizontally, and walked away.

The first strike is strong, and the last strike suffers!

Wang Yifan's knife completely relied on Yuan Li and subconscious instinctive reactions, and had nothing to do with skills and tactics.

Lin Zimeng saw this, but he didn't panic, as soon as he raised his wrist, the sword that was ready to shoot in the air pointed at Wang Yifan's wrist, and the sword wind was sassy. Lin Zimeng's sword was extremely light and agile, and the last to strike was the first.

Wang Yifan hurriedly put away his knife and changed the horizontal slash to a vertical block. Unbeknownst to him, when the sword was about to fight with the Qingyan Knife, the sword suddenly stabbed at Wang Yifan's right chest from left to right.

Wang Yifan was shocked into a cold sweat, and hurriedly retreated, distancing himself from Lin Zimeng.

Lin Zimeng didn't chase after him, he pinched the trick with his left hand, and Qing Feng drew a graceful arc in the air with his right hand, and the aura condensed, turning into a green snake, flipping and turning in the air, flickering left and right, with the change of the trick seal in his left hand, the green snake ran towards Wang Yifan according to an incredible trajectory.

Wang Yifan roared angrily, and the green flame knife in his hand slashed at the green snake. The green snake was slashed into several pieces and dissipated in the air.

Without waiting for Wang Yifan to breathe a sigh of relief, Lin Yifan swung out another green snake over there, manipulating and pounced on Wang Yifan. Wang Yifan slashed left and right, and it took a while for the green snake to dissipate in the air.

Over there, Lin Zimeng swung out a green snake and pounced on Wang Yifan.

"You're not endless!" Wang Yifan was furious, but he was secretly thinking of a plan in his heart.

Damn, this, so slippery, you have to get close! Although Lao Tzu doesn't want to win, he can't lose too ugly......

Wang Yifan's heart was like lightning, and the moment he fought the third green snake, Wang Yifan jumped forward, and the green flame knife flew out of his hand and went straight to Lin Zimeng.

Lin Zimeng pinched the trick with his left hand, mobilized the green snake to block the Qingyan knife, and hurriedly stabbed Wang Yifan's left chest with his right hand, and the sword body was wrapped in green light and stabbed Wang Yifan's right chest, causing an exclamation below.

The ruffian smiled: "Hehe, Lao Tzu has a lot of means." ”

A cyan circle of light surged up on Wang Yifan's chest, and the aperture instantly enlarged, blocking Lin Zimeng's sword. At the same time, Wang Yifan rushed forward desperately.

At this time, Lin Zimeng's left hand changed, and the green snake in the air opened its mouth and bit Wang Yifan's back fiercely. Wang Yifan couldn't care about it, ignored it, and rushed to Lin Zimeng with all his strength.