Chapter 939

Fang Bai and Yang Lin are about to start a war. The disciples in the inner courtyard who are surrounded by the martial arts arena rub their hands and excite their spirits. After estimating their current cultivation resources, they begin to gamble again.

In the battle between Hou Ziping and Yang Wei just now, some of the disciples in the inner courtyard who had bet had lost or won. Those who had lost hoped to pull back a game and win back the lost cultivation resources, while those who had won hoped to continue their efforts and win more cultivation resources.

Only with Hou Ziping and Yang Wei's lessons learned, Fang Bai and Yang Lin's duel, who lost and who won, became confusing.

At first, most of the disciples in the inner courtyard were not optimistic about Fang Bai and were prepared to bet on Yang Lin. however, they have become more cautious and dare not make decisions at will.

In particular, Fang Bai kept a light air throughout, which made the disciples in the inner courtyard feel that this new comer is unpredictable and hard to figure out.

According to what Fang Bai just said, Hou Ziping found some of his peers who were not bad at ordinary times, and asked them to borrow cultivation resources.

If it had been a few days ago, those same disciples would have rejected Hou Ziping. However, Hou Ziping was elated and showed his strength in the war with Yang Wei just now. Those classmates showed great enthusiasm for Hou Ziping and gave them generously. Several people gathered up 10000 yuan stones and hundreds of bottles of pills to Hou Ziping.

Hou Ziping used these cultivation resources to gamble with several of his classmates who had bet on Yang Lin. he was confident that Fang Bai would lose.

Influenced by Hou Ziping, many inner court disciples also bet on Fang Bai one after another.

Even after a short period of consideration, Huang Miao also took out ten thousand yuan stones and hundreds of bottles of pills to bet on Fang Bai.

Although Huang Miao has accumulated a lot of cultivation resources over the years, he has just lost ten thousand yuan stones and hundreds of bottles of pills to Fang Bai. He is also distressed and wants to take this opportunity to win back.

Although Fang Bai's martial spirit is similar to Yang Lin's, it's hard to predict who will win the contest. However, compared with Yang Lin's raging waves, Fang Bai's lightness gives Huang Miao a sense of wisdom.

The inner court disciples around the arena are gambling, while Fang Bai and Yang Lin, who are standing in the arena, have already faced each other face to face.

Yang Lin's face was cold, his fists clenched, and his fighting spirit was constantly climbing. Zhenyuan was surrounded by his body. The whole man was like a sharp sword, full of fierce murderous spirit. A pair of wolf like eyes fixed on Fang Bai's body, it seemed that he would choose someone to eat at any time.

Today's Yanglin, people feel like a volcano may erupt at any time, in the accumulation of strong energy, once the energy is released, it will bring great damage.

However, Fang Bai's face was flat after his hands were negative. He could not feel the rising fighting spirit and the agitated real yuan. He did not have the state before the war.

In the eyes of ordinary inner court disciples, Fang Bai is completely suppressed by Yang Lin in his momentum. However, in the eyes of outstanding disciples like Huang Miao, Fang Bai is like a sea, calm on the surface, and turbulent currents below, brewing unpredictable dangers.

Whether it is a volcano about to erupt, or a torrent undercurrent of the sea, their strength once erupted, will certainly be earth shaking and terrifying.

"Younger martial brother Fang, there are some people in Bitao martial arts academy that you can't annoy. If you do, you have to pay a price! Today, let's give you a lesson first. "

Yang Lin's body bow, and then suddenly catapulted out, like a fierce cheetah, toward fangbai.

"Younger brother Yang's strength seems to be better than before. No wonder he said he wanted to challenge me some time ago."

Watching the battle, Huang Miao saw Yang Lin's hand, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her face became dignified.

Shua!

Yang Lin's speed is very fast, and his figure takes a shadow. He and Fang Bai are three Zhang apart, but in the blink of an eye, they have already rushed to Fang Bai.

Suddenly!

The fist wind suddenly rises, the next moment, Yang Lin blows straight at Fang Baimian.

His fist contains Zhenyuan, a middle-level martial artist of heaven level. Even a stone of a thousand jin can be smashed in one blow. Fang Bai is only flesh and blood. If he hits him with one blow, the consequences can be imagined.

"Worthy of being the third strongest in the list of inner court disciples' combat power, I still have some gaps compared with him."

Hou Ziping looked at Yang Lin that simple and direct but extremely destructive fist, thought secretly.

Although Hou Ziping is full of confidence in Fang Bai, he has never seen Fang Bai show his real strength. His heart is still hanging, and his eyes are fixed on Fang Bai, hoping to see how he can deal with it.

"Yang Lin's fist is powerful and vigorous. If it was me, I would choose to avoid its edge and wait for an opportunity to fight back."

Most of the disciples in the inner courtyard, including Huang Miao, had this idea.

However, to his surprise, Fang Bai did not dodge. He stood there quietly until Yang Lin's fist was about to hit the tip of his nose.

His heel is strong, and his body moves backward. The speed of his backward sweep does not seem to be fast. However, no matter how fast Yang Lin rushes forward, his fist can never touch the square white face.As soon as they entered and retreated, they quickly swept over the wide space of the arena and arrived at the lake at the south end of the arena.

"See where you're going back!"

Yang Lin saw the big lake behind Fang Bai, and a grim smile rose from the corners of his mouth.

Although the body shape of the middle level warrior can stand on the surface of the lake for a moment, it will eventually fall into the lake after a long time.

If Fang Bai continues to retreat, he will retreat into the lake. At that time, as long as Yang Lin stands by the lakeshore, fangbai will be defeated.

And if Fang Bai does not retreat, he can only choose to fight with Yang Lin.

Face to face, Yang Lin is confident to defeat Fang Bai with his rich practical experience.

Among the lights, the square white has retreated to the lake, and behind the feet is the deep lake water, which can not be retreated.

Hou Ziping frowned tightly and his fists were full of sweat.

For Hou Ziping, Fang Bai lost or won in this contest, which largely determined his future fate.

Fang Bai wins, Hou Ziping has a strong backer in the inner courtyard, can stand firm.

If Fang Bai loses, Hou Ziping will face the Revenge of Yang Lin and Yang Wei's cousins. Whether he can save his life in the future is unknown.

Huang Miao also widened a pair of Phoenix eyes, between the eyebrows revealed a touch of sadness.

Huang Miao is not worried that after Fang Bai lost the match, her ten thousand yuan stone and a hundred bottles of pills were all washed away.

As a matter of fact, Huang Miao, like the senior leaders of Bitao martial arts academy, attaches great importance to Fang Bai's qualifications and potential. The other side places great hopes on Fang Bai, who hopes that Fang Bai can lead Bitao martial arts academy to rise in Zhenwu world in the future.

So Huang Miao doesn't want Fang Bai to lose to Yang Lin, because she knows that if Fang Bai loses, she will be severely injured by Yang Lin, which will affect Fang Bai's practice in the future.

However, it is just like this kind of battle between disciples that other disciples of Bitao martial arts academy can't interfere. So even if Yang Lin beat Fang Bai and Huang Miao, he can only watch with open eyes. This is what worries Huang Miao most.

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