Chapter 61: I just want to tell you that I am in the alchemy group

Fang Yu never thought that he would be implicated just by watching the excitement.

놇After Xiao Linger called out brother Fang Yu.

Everyone looked over.

Fang Yu was helpless.

Although the body is different from the original appearance.

But Xiao Ling'er has seen his true appearance and seen him fighting with swordsmen.

It's not surprising to be recognized at this time.

Gu Miao'er also looked over.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Master!"

Gu Miao'er came to Fang Yu and looked at Fang Yu, but she couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes.

Originally, everyone was very curious when they heard Xiao Ling'er call like this.

Now, when they heard Gu Miao'er call out like this, they were immediately shocked.

Who here doesn't know Gu Miao'er, the contemporary saint of Jiujue Demon Sect, with extraordinary talent, she is still young, about 200 years old, if she is given another 200 years.

He is bound to be a popular player in the Tianjiao meeting.

Now she actually called a middle-level monk Master in front of so many of them?

Lin Ming stood on the stage and looked at the male editor below, whom Xiao Ling'er called 'Brother Fang Yu', standing in front of Gu Miao'er, who was called 'Master' by Gu Miao'er.

Lin Ming almost thought he heard wrongly. What qualifications does a middle-stage divine monk have to be the master of the contemporary saint of the Nine Jue Demon Sect?

And Fang Yu looked at Gu Miao'er and sighed helplessly.

"You come too."

If Xiao Linger had been there just now, he would have turned around and left, but now his apprentice is still here.

Then we can't ignore it.

놇Under the gaze of many monks.

Fang Yu looked at Lin Ming and said calmly:

"It's not good for a group of men to bully a female cultivator."

Fang Yu spoke slowly and calmly, looking at the people in West Desert with a calm expression.

Hearing what Fang Yu said, Lin Ming's eyes moved.

"You want to help her out?"

He looked at Fang Yu, eager to try.

After all, Fang Yu's cultivation level is the same as his, and both are in the middle stage.

The surrounding Western Desert monks began to make noises.

"Come on, let Senior Brother Lin beat you up."

"Let them see how powerful our Western Desert monks are."

Fang Yu looked at Lin Ming, then at the booing West Desert monks, shook his head and said:

"I don't want to talk about it. I just want to educate you."

Since the man opposite was targeting his disciple, Fang Yu didn't mind giving him a good education.

After hearing Fang Yu's unceremonious reply, the smile on Lin Ming's face instantly darkened and he waved for Fang Yu to come on stage.

At this moment, in a fence in the distance, two people were sitting opposite each other and playing chess.

One of them paid attention to the scene under the stage, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Lin Feng, your brother is challenging others. You, a brother, don't you go and see?"

The man named Lin Feng opposite looked at the scene in the distance and said calmly:

"It's normal for monks to argue with each other. If Brother Wu has any ideas, I can also discuss with you."

Hearing what Lin Feng said, the male cultivator opposite him chuckled and said:

"That's not necessary, I'm not as elegant as these young people."

As he spoke, his tone changed again and again.

"You think your brother can win, but this Southern Wilderness monk can win."

Lin Feng casually glanced down and said calmly.

"If he doesn't win, I will punish him with three years of confinement this time."

Wu Lan smiled after hearing what Lin Feng said.

"You are so confident in your brother."

Lin Feng said calmly:

"He has mastered the inherited swordsmanship of my Lin family. If you still can't win, then don't go out and embarrass yourself."

Listening to Lin Feng's words, Wu Lan's tone was filled with surprise.

"He also learns your family's inherited swordsmanship?"

Unlike the good and the evil in the South China Sea who are evenly matched in strength, there is a Lin family in the West Desert, Lin Feng's Lin.

This is because the West Desert once produced the strongest swordsman, and the swordsmanship left behind by this swordsman was the inherited swordsmanship of the Lin family, which is recognized as the strongest swordsmanship in the five regions.

Speaking of this, Wu Lan understood Lin Feng a little. With the same level of cultivation, if Lin Ming learned the inherited swordsmanship of their Lin family, he would definitely win.

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On the platform, Lin Ming looked at Fang Yu, with a hint of warmth and anger in his eyes.

In all these years, except for his brother, no one else has dared to make such nonsense and say that he wants to educate him.

At this time, Fang Yujing came on stage.

놌Lin Ming stood facing each other.

Everyone in the Western Desert below was talking a lot.

"Senior Brother Lin, beat him down and let him know how powerful our Western Desert monks are."

"Yes, he is not ashamed of his words. Senior Brother Lin should teach him a lesson and let him know what it means to be a man of high heaven and earth."

Fang Yu glanced lightly at the Western Desert monk below, with no expression on his face.

These Western Desert monks are really suitable for the atmosphere group.

If he really couldn't beat Lin Ming, wouldn't he increase Lin Ming's emotional value?

Lin Ming looked at Fang Yu, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

"As expected, there is no other way. If you want to admit defeat now, why don't you admit defeat when I beat you up later?"

Hearing Lin Ming say this, Xiao Linger couldn't help laughing.

This Lin Ming is really humorous.

Xiao Ling'er has seen Fang Yu's terrifying strength. He has killed even the Void Refining monks. Is he still afraid of Lin Ming?

Xiao Ling'er was looking forward to the scene where Lin Ming was beaten severely.

But 놆she may want to 눂wang깊.

Fang Yu didn't intend to waste time on Lin Ming.

He glanced at Lin Ming and said softly:

"Are you really pretending?"

"What?"

Before Lin Ming finished speaking, he felt an extremely dangerous aura.

An alarm bell sounded in his heart, and he wanted to escape quickly.

But it was so fast that he couldn't dodge at all.

In an instant, the scene on the field suddenly changed.

Fang Yu held a sword across Lin Ming's neck.

Lin Ming broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

He felt the terrifying sword intent on the sword.

If he makes the slightest move, this sword can cut off his head.

This moment.

Such a scene shocked the monks in the audience.

They really didn't expect it to happen so quickly, and Lin Ming actually lost without any foreplay!

"How is that possible! How could Senior Brother Lin lose?"

"Too fast, I didn't see it clearly just now!"

"No, isn't this a sneak attack?"

Someone from the West Desert spoke up, but Xiao Ling'er immediately pushed him back.

"Coming to the stage means that the battle has begun. What's wrong with others taking action directly? If you can't handle it, are you still justified?"

Xiao Ling'er showed no mercy at all, which directly made the monks in the West Desert uncomfortable.

They still want to refute.

On the stage, Lin Ming scolded:

"Enough!"

Then, Lin Ming looked at Fang Yu with complicated eyes.

"I lose."

He chose to admit defeat. Although he had not made a real move yet, if he lost, he would lose. There was no excuse.

In the distance, Lin Feng and Wu Lan were also watching the showdown on stage.

Wu Lan was a little surprised and said:

"Such a fast movement, and judging from the sword intent he revealed, it is very strong. It seems that Nanhuang has a dark horse this time."

Lin Feng also paused, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly adjusted.

He said calmly:

"It doesn't matter if Lin Ming loses, he always feels that he is the best in the world, and the opponent doesn't even respond to his attacks. This will make his enemy die."

After saying that, he continued to pick up the chess pieces and put them down.

On the stage, Fang Yu and Lin Ming put down their swords after admitting defeat.

Then he turned around and stepped off the stage.

Just after he stepped off the stage, Lin Ming suddenly spoke.

"You are very strong! But in the official competition, I will definitely not be so dissatisfied. I will beat you openly and openly."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Lin Ming's tone. It seemed to him that Fang Yu only relied on his body skills to seize the opportunity, and he didn't even use his trump card.

Fang Yu slowly turned back.

"Then you may not have this chance."

Lin Ming also belittled Fang Yu's strength.

"Don't worry, I won't lose before I meet you, and I hope you will too."

Lin Ming's tone was filled with unparalleled confidence.

But Fang Yu shook his head.

Lin Ming said dissatisfied:

"Do you think I will be defeated before I meet you?"

Fang Yu slowly shook his head and said calmly:

"I 놙놆 want to tell you."

"The alchemy group I joined."

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