The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist!

Ling family, ancestral home.

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

In the projection, it was Fang Lin and Na Ling's men.

"Unexpectedly, Uncle Zhongyang's opponent turned out to be that Fang Lin!"

"This person has repeatedly humiliated my Ling family. Uncle Zhongyang will definitely teach him hard!"

"That's natural! Fang Lin met the people of my Ling family, and he was unlucky!"

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

"Humiliate my Ling family! Just to pay the price!"

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Ling Family, in addition to these ordinary children, many high-level officials are also paying attention to this battle. Ling Zhongyang is the younger generation of Ling Family, less than forty years old. It is expected to step into the spirit bone realm.

Ling Zhongyang also performed well in the Nine Kingdoms Tianjiao Battle, and now ranks in the top 200 on the Tianjiao list.

At present, Ling Zhongyang actually encountered Fang Lin who the Ling family had always wanted to get rid of on the last day of the second stage of the arrogant battle.

There is no doubt that everyone in the Ling family wants to see Fang Lin's strong defeat by Ling Zhongyang, and even more so that Fang Lin is trampled by Ling Zhongyang under his feet, so that they can make their Ling family feel comfortable.

"In the face of Zhongyang, this son will be defeated!" A senior figure of the Ling family looked at the projection and said coldly.

"Unfortunately, this day's arrogant battle can't kill people's lives, otherwise Zhongyang will definitely kill this son." Another Ling parents said.

"There are opportunities, this time let Zhongyang frustrate his sharpness, let him know how powerful my Lingjia master is."

"Yes, when Tianjiao comes to an end, some of our Ling family's methods should be exhibited."

"It's better to know the size of the child. Come to my Ling's ancestral house and kowtow to admit the mistake, otherwise he will never spare him."

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

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

"It is indeed Ling Zhongyang, and I didn't expect to meet Fang Lin." Elder Yao said somberly.

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

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

"Oh, Ling Zhongyang is a master of the younger generation of Ling's family. He has already approached the spirit bone. Fang Lin cannot be his opponent."

"Actually, there is nothing to lose or win, Fang Lin can enter the next round of arrogant battle."

"You can't say that, you can lose to others. If you lose to the Ling family, it means different things."

"Yeah, the Ling family and Fang Lin are enemies. If Fang Lin loses to the Ling family, it is equal to the Ling family."

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Many alchemists in Zhenbei Palace have a lot of discussions, and many people in the Dao Dao family are optimistic about Ling Zhongyang, but they dare not blatantly say that Fang Lin must lose. After all, they all know that in the current Zhenbei Palace, who is the real master, Some words can't be said casually.

A considerable part of the alchemy master is optimistic about Fang Lin, who believes that Fang Lin can defeat Na Lingzhongyang and achieve a perfect winning streak.

Only Wu Zhong, the puppet princess, looked indifferent, but looked at the projection coldly, and seemed to have no interest in the victory or defeat of Fang Lin and Ling Zhongyang.

In the independent space, Fang Lin took out the Yanshen ancient lamp and couldn't help but directly urge it.

boom!

The monstrous flames spread out, and the hot breath immediately dissipated the cold that filled the entire independent space.

Ling Zhongyang's face changed drastically. What he cultivated was an extremely sinister martial art. His coldness was his strongest means, but the most feared thing was also flame.

The flame of the Yanshen ancient lamp is the fire of the earth's heart, which is extremely hot, and is his biggest nemesis.

Even if the flame did not contaminate him, it made Ling Zhongyang feel uncomfortable, and the cold seemed to melt away.

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

But at the next moment, Ling Zhongyang's expression became even more ugly. His chill didn't work at all. He blocked the flames and was restrained to death.

At this moment, Ling Zhongyang suddenly panicked, and quickly patted Jiu Gonglan.

A crystal-clear long sword appeared in Ling Zhongyang's hands. The long sword seemed to be carved out of ice, and there was an extremely amazing cold wind around the long sword.

"Han Jian Jue!" Ling Zhongyang shouted angrily, and before the long sword waved, it was a show of wit.

The cold, piercing sword gas gushed out continuously, making the entire independent space seem to be turned into ice and snow.

This chill is enough to freeze any Spirit Vessel Warrior.

Sword gas gushed out and collided with the flames released by the Yandeng ancient lamp.

This is a real contest between ice and fire!

Ling Zhongyang held the ice sword in his hand, but the bean-sized sweat beads kept exuding, and his heart was full of misery.

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

If the opponent is not a member of the Ling family, he will not use the Yanshen ancient lamp so quickly~www.readwn.com~Maybe use his own strength to compete first, and he will not use the Yanshen ancient lamp.

However, there are not so many people who pay attention to the Ling family.

Therefore, Fang Lin would directly use the Yanshen ancient lamp as soon as he came up, and did not want to waste time with Ling Zhongyang.

The Yanshen Ancient Lamp also happens to be a weapon for restraining Ling Zhongyang, and the effect is surprisingly good.

At this moment, even if Ling Zhongyang was able to resist temporarily, it gradually became unsupportable. The power of the Yanshen Ancient Lamp was too terrible, not how long he could withstand the spirit veins of other areas.

"Beat you, my second stage is perfectly over." Fang Lin said with a grin.

And Fang Lin's words revealed a terrible message that shocked Ling Zhongyang.

"Perfect end? What does he mean? Only a winning streak can be said to be a perfect end. Isn't he losing in the second stage? Has he been winning streak all the time? How is this possible?" Ling Zhongyang shook his mind, and reason told him that it was absolutely impossible.

But looking at Fang Lin's expression does not seem to be talking big.

"With your strength, there can be no winning streak! You are talking nonsense!" Ling Zhongyang roared, completely disbelief.

Fang Lin sneered: "You don't look at the baby in my hand, is it difficult to win streak?"

Immediately after this remark, Ling Zhongyang was stunned. Yeah, Fang Lin has such a powerful treasure, and the winning streak seems reasonable.

Click, click!

The sound of breaking suddenly sounded, Ling Zhongyang suddenly screamed badly in his heart. When he fixed his eyes, there was a crack in the ice sword in his hand.

Seeing this, Fang Lin dripped blood again, the flames of the Yanshen ancient lights rose sharply, and the entire independent space seemed to become a sea of ​​fire.

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