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A huge projection was erected on top of the Ling family's ancestral house, allowing many children of the Ling family to see it.

In the projection, it was Fang Lin and the man from the Ling family.

"I didn't expect Uncle Zhongyang's opponent to be that Fang Lin!"

"This person has insulted my Ling family many times, Uncle Zhongyang will definitely teach him a hard lesson!"

"That's natural! Fang Lin met someone from my Ling family, count him unlucky!"

"It's better to let him lose face!"

"Insult my family!

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The Ling family, in addition to these ordinary children, there are also many high-level people who are also paying attention to this battle, Ling Zhongyang is the middle and young generation of the Ling family, less than forty years old, his cultivation is already close to the spirit bone, and he is expected to step into the spirit bone realm in recent years.

In this Nine Kingdoms Tianjiao Battle, Ling Zhongyang also performed well, and now ranks in the top two hundred on the Tianjiao list.

And right now, on the last day of the second stage of the Tianjiao Battle, Ling Zhongyang actually met Fang Lin, who the Ling family had always wanted to get rid of, which made everyone in the Ling family pay attention.

There is no doubt that the people of the Ling family want to see Fang Lin being defeated by Ling Zhongyang, and they also want to see Fang Lin being trampled under Ling Zhongyang's feet, so that they can make the Ling family feel comfortable in their hearts.

"If you meet Zhongyang, this son will be defeated!" a high-ranking figure of the Ling family looked at the projection and said coldly.

"It's a pity that this day of arrogance can't take people's lives, otherwise Zhongyang will definitely kill this son. Another Ling elder said.

"There is an opportunity, this time let Zhongyang frustrate his sharpness and let him know how powerful my Ling family master is. ”

"That's right, when the Tianjiao War is over, some of our Ling family's methods should also be displayed. ”

"It's best for this son to know the proportions and come to my Ling family's ancestral house to kowtow and admit his mistakes, otherwise he will never be spared. ”

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In the Zhenbei Hall, many alchemists were also paying attention to Fang Lin's battle.

"This person seems to be Ling Zhongyang, the master of the younger generation of the Ling family!" said Elder Feng with a frown.

"It's indeed Ling Zhongyang, I didn't expect to meet Fang Lin. Elder Yao said in a gloomy tone.

"Fang Lin has won many games in a row, undefeated once, I don't know if this Ling Zhongyang can stop his winning streak. ”

"I'm afraid it's difficult, Fang Lin is too powerful. ”

"Hehe, Ling Zhongyang is a master of the younger generation of the Ling family, and he is already approaching the spirit bone, Fang Lin can't be his opponent. ”

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, Fang Lin can enter the next round of Tianjiao Battle. ”

"You can't say that, it's okay to lose to someone else, but if you lose to someone from the Ling family, it means a different thing. ”

"Yes, the Ling family and Fang Lin are enemies, if Fang Lin loses to the Ling family, it is equivalent to losing to the Ling family. ”

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Many alchemists in the Zhenbei Hall were discussing, and there were many people from the Dan Dao family who were optimistic about Ling Zhongyang, but they didn't dare to blatantly say that Fang Lin would lose, after all, they all knew that the current Zhenbei Palace, who was the real controller, and some things could not be said casually.

And a considerable number of alchemists were optimistic about Fang Lin, believing that Fang Lin could defeat Ling Zhongyang and achieve a perfect streak.

Only the puppet hall master, Wu Zhong, had an indifferent expression, just looking at the projection coldly, as if he didn't care about the victory or defeat of Fang Lin and Ling Zhongyang.

In the independent space, Fang Lin took out the Ancient Lamp of the Flame God, and without saying anything, he directly urged it.

Rumble!

Monstrous flames filled out, and the scorching breath immediately dispelled the cold air that filled the entire independent space.

Ling Zhongyang's complexion changed drastically, what he cultivated was an extremely vicious martial art, and the cold qi of his body was his strongest method, but what he was most afraid of was also flames.

The flame of the ancient lamp of the fire god is the fire in the center of the earth, which is extremely hot, and it is his greatest nemesis.

Even if the flames didn't touch his body, it made Ling Zhongyang uncomfortable, and the cold seemed to melt.

Ling Zhongyang's expression was ugly, and he immediately urged the cold qi in his body, wanting to resist the flames that swept in.

But in the next moment, Ling Zhongyang's expression became even more ugly, his cold aura was completely ineffective, blocking the flames at all, and he was restrained to death.

At this moment, Ling Zhongyang immediately panicked, and hurriedly slapped the Nine Palaces bag.

A crystal clear long sword appeared in Ling Zhongyang's hand, the long sword seemed to be carved from ice, and there was an extremely amazing cold aura around the long sword.

"Cold Sword Technique!" Ling Zhongyang shouted angrily, and between the swing of the long sword, he showed his peerless knowledge.

The icy and piercing sword qi continued to pour out, making the entire independent space seem to turn into ice and snow.

This cold aura is enough to freeze any Spirit Vein Martial Artist.

The sword qi gushed out, colliding with the flames released by the Ancient Lamp of the Flame God.

This is a battle between ice and fire in the truest sense of the word!

Ling Zhongyang held the ice sword in his hand, but beads of sweat the size of beans kept oozing out, and he was bitter in his heart.

Fang Lin smiled at the corner of his mouth, and there was a bit of banter in his eyes.

If the opponent was not from the Ling family, he would not have used the Flame God Ancient Lantern so quickly, he might have used his own strength to compete first, but if he couldn't do it, he would use the Flame God Ancient Lamp.

But when dealing with the people of the Ling family, they are not so particular, they can be ruthless, and they don't play false at all.

Therefore, Fang Lin would directly use the Flame God Ancient Lantern as soon as he came up, not wanting to waste time with this Ling Zhongyang.

The Flame God Ancient Lantern also happened to be a sharp weapon to restrain this Ling Zhongyang, and the effect was surprisingly good.

At this moment, even if Ling Zhongyang was able to resist temporarily, he was gradually a little overwhelmed, the power of the Flame God Ancient Lantern was too terrifying, it was not how long he could resist the nine layers of the spirit vein.

"Defeat you, and my second phase is perfectly over. Fang Lin said with a grin.

As for Fang Lin's words, he revealed a very terrifying message, which shocked Ling Zhongyang's heart.

"Perfect end? What does he mean? Only a winning streak can be said to be a perfect end, could it be that he has never lost in the second stage? He has been winning in a streak? How is this possible?" Ling Zhongyang's heart shook, and reason told him that this was absolutely impossible.

But looking at Fang Lin's expression, it didn't look like he was talking big.

"With your strength, it's impossible to win in a row! you're talking nonsense!" Ling Zhongyang roared angrily, completely unconvinced.

Fang Lin sneered: "Don't you look at the treasure in my hand, is it difficult to win in a row?"

As soon as these words came out, Ling Zhongyang was immediately stunned, yes, Fang Lin had such a powerful treasure, and it seemed reasonable to win a streak.

Click, click!

The sound of breaking suddenly sounded, Ling Zhongyang suddenly screamed in his heart, and when he looked closely, the ice sword in his hand actually appeared one after another.

Seeing this, Fang Lin once again dripped into the essence blood, and the flame of the Flame God Ancient Lamp soared, and the entire independent space seemed to have turned into a sea of fire.

The sword in Ling Zhongyang's hand was finally unable to support it and shattered, and then Ling Zhongyang's whole person was engulfed in flames.