The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist!

Fang Lin stood on the high table of the phalanx, watching his opponent standing a hundred steps away.

"Master Fang, I didn't expect to meet you." The man said with a tone of happiness and joy.

Fang Lin was speechless, did he look so weak? Why did you pinch the expression of soft persimmon?

Fang Lin's opponent was a man in his thirties who had thin cheeks and sharp eyes. His eyes were staring at him, and he felt the sight of a wolf.

And this man's dress is also obviously in the style of people in Yuan Dynasty.

"Master Fang, remember my name, I will be merciful, so that you will not lose too ugly." Yuan Yuan said with a smile on his lips.

Fang Lin scratched his head: "Well, what's your name?"

Yuan Guo’s man heard the words, and the expression on his face suddenly stiffened. Fang Lin didn’t even remember his name. Was he scorning him or ignoring him?

"My name is Nie Kun!" Yuan Guo's man said ugly.

Fang Lin nodded again and again and smiled awkwardly: "Remember, remember."

The people below were all happy when they saw this. Fang Dading was interesting. The opponents were already confused between words.

Nie Kun snorted coldly, not wanting to waste his tongue with Fang Lin, he wanted victory.

I saw that Nie Kun's figure was moving, and he was as strong as a wolf, almost ten steps away from Fang Lin in the blink of an eye.

Such a speed is very rare among the spirit-line warriors.

Nie Kun saw Fang Lin's unresponsiveness, and even sneered in his heart. He reached out with one hand, his palms were like claws, and went straight to Fang Lin's chest.

When Nie Kun was about to succeed, Fang Lin stretched out his right hand lightly and grabbed the palm of Nie Kun's attack with a snap.

This time, Nie Kun was unable to move forward any more, as if he was hooped by an iron hoop, unable to move.

Nie Kun's expression changed and he wanted to pull back, but Fang Lin's strength was so strong, making him feel unable to struggle.

Fang Lin smiled faintly and kicked towards Nie Kun. Although the movement was not fast, Nie Kun was caught by Fang Lin and could not escape.

In desperation, Nie Kun can only resist with his other hand.

Just listening to the click, accompanied by a scream from Nie Kun, I saw Nie Kun's arm bent crookedly, obviously kicked by Fang Lin's foot.

Everyone changed their colors. Fang Lin's foot was so powerful that he kicked Nie Kun's arm off.

However, after this kick, Fang Lin didn't start with Nie Kun anymore, he threw it away gently, and then thrown it out.

Nie Kun stumbled back, his face full of cold sweat oozing from the pain, and his eyes were full of incredible colors.

Did you lose? There are still many ways to display it, and the treasures are not used. Just lose it?

Nie Kun couldn't believe it, but the pain that came from his broken arm was the most real one.

I did lose, and I lost very simply, not at the same level as the other party.

Even if he Nie Kun still had the means to show it, but the result will not change in any way.

In the face of absolute strength, any means is useless, but it is just a matter of laughter.

Nie Kun's expression was sad, and he was unwilling, but he could only admit it. After all, he was inferior to others.

"I lost." Nie Kun finished speaking, and then left the platoon at once.

The people below were shocked by Fang Lin's performance.

"What happened? Nie Kun actually lost?"

"Of course you have to concede defeat, and your arm was kicked off, and it doesn't make sense to fight anymore."

"However, Nie Kun is also a heavy soul, how can it be so vulnerable?"

"Nie Kun is not weak, but his opponent is too strong!"

"But that Fanglin, isn't it Master Dandao?"

"We all underestimate him, he is the genius of Dan Wu Shuangquan!"

"It's really amazing, I always thought he was a soft persimmon."

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Not only are there many arrogances, many of the martial arts watchers in Haiyue City were shocked by Fang Lin's strength.

In particular, some martial artists of Yuan State felt very difficult to accept. Nie Kun was among the many arrogances of Yuan State, although it was nothing, but after all, he was a person of Yuan State, so he lost to an unknown Fang Dading, It is somewhat unexpected.

"What's the origin of Fang Dading? Actually, Nie Kun was defeated three or two times?"

"Is Nie Kun too careless and shouldn't lose so fast?"

"I thought Nie Kun could easily win, who knows it would be like this."

"The opponent is not simple, but Nie Kun also lost injustice."

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On the VIP platform, after Fang Lin defeated Nie Kun, they also looked different.

Ye Mengxian naturally showed a smile of satisfaction with a hint of satisfaction.

The Tuoba Lie from that Yuan country frowned, apparently not expecting that his country's arrogant Nie Kun would be so neatly defeated by his opponent.

Meng Haiwen and Heping Beiwang were all a little surprised.

"Tiankui this apprentice, really has a little skill, the flesh is comparable to the spirit bone." Pingbei Wang nodded.

Meng Haiwen didn't speak. Even when he looked at Fang Lin, a gloom passed deep in his eyes.

Fengxia Mountain is a vassal of the Qin Kingdom Royal Family, and this Meng Haiwen is naturally equivalent to the people of the Qin Kingdom Royal Family. Knowing that this Fang Lin had a war with the Nine Crown Prince, he almost killed the Nine Crown Prince. People were dissatisfied with Lin, and that night Fang Lin and the Seventh Prince won the Star River a little unhappy. Meng Haiwen was naturally hostile to Fang Lin.

However, Meng Haiwen is very deep and will not reveal easily.

After defeating Nie Kun, Fang Lin does not need to take another shot for the time being. After the first round is over and half of Tianjiao are eliminated, the second round of competition will start~www.readwn.com~ and Fang Lin is at Nie Kun The strength he showed at the time also made several powerful characters such as Yingxinghe a little stunned.

However, they still did not put Fang Lin in their eyes, thinking that although Fang Lin was strong, they could not be at the same level as them.

Ling Wushuang looked at Fang Lin's figure leaving from the high platform, a hint of coldness and disdain appeared in the corner of his mouth.

"If only this level, then you are destined to be stepped on my feet." Ling Wushuang said in his heart.

"Not to be careless, this child's strength has not been fully demonstrated." An old man beside Ling Wushuang said.

This old man is obviously also a member of the Ling family, and it seems that he is the elder of Ling Wushuang, with a simple face, a long breath, and an extraordinary state.

Ling Wushuang snorted: "Even if he has reservations, it can't be my opponent. Unfortunately, he didn't meet him in the first round, otherwise he will definitely let him know how powerful I am."

The old man frowned and looked at Ling Wushuang without saying much.