The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist! Chapter 312: : 15 strokes of the appointment

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On the martial arts field, Fang Lin and Yang Xuanfeng stood opposite each other, staring at each other.

Only when you face Yang Xuanfeng face to face, you will feel how powerful he is.

Even if he hasn't done it yet, Fang Lin's expression has become dignified. This should be the strongest of his peers he has faced since his rebirth. In Fang Lin's impression, it seems that only Han Xiaoxing can match it. .

Outside the martial arts field, everyone sat down.

Yang Jianye smiled and asked: "You think, can Fang Lin survive Xuanfeng's fifteen tricks?"

Some people look at me and I look at him. Several princes think that Fang Lin can't do it. Some royal masters also think so.

"How could this thief have survived fifteen strokes under the hands of his eldest brother? I don't think even five strokes can hold on." Yang Yanyu said disdainfully.

Yang Pojun, on the other hand, said: "Big Brother is certainly powerful, but Fang Lin is not weak. If you have 15 moves, it should be barely possible."

"Sect Master Han, what do you think?" Yang Jianye looked at Han Luoyun, with a sly look in his eyes.

Han Luoyun said calmly: "I believe in my disciples."

That was what Yang Jianye waited for, and immediately said: "Should we make another bet then?"

Han Luoyun also laughed: "Your Majesty is interested in this, and I am here to accompany you."

Yang Jianye laughed loudly: "Okay! In that case, let's bet on two treasures. If Fang Lin can't hold the Xuanfeng 15 tricks, you will give me two treasures, and vice versa."

Han Luoyun nodded, smiled, and agreed.

Everyone is speechless. One of these two is Emperor Dagan and the other is Sect Master Zixia. Why do they like to bet so much.

As everyone knows, in the previous bet, Han Luoyun won a treasure of Yang Jianye, but Yang Jianye has always been worried about this.

He doesn't care about treasures, but he actually loses. As the emperor, how could he lose? So I always wanted to get my face back.

This opportunity is the most suitable right now. Didn't you Han Luoyun win me a treasure? Then I will win you two.

Yang Yanyu rolled her eyes and looked at Yang Pojun: "Fourth brother, how about we also make a bet?"

Yang Pojun smiled and said: "What do you want to bet on?"

Yang Yanyu pointed to the two people in the martial arts field, and said: "I bet on whether Fang Lin can survive fifteen strokes. I bet he can't. If I lose, I will give you the Celestial Silkworm Soft Armor. If you lose, give me the ancient jade sky star."

As soon as this statement came out, Yang Pojun suddenly smiled bitterly. This girl was afraid that she had taken a fancy to her own ancient jade of Heavenly Star and wanted to get it through this bet.

"How about Brother Si? You wouldn't dare to bet?" Yang Yanyu squinted at him.

"You gamble, but if you lose, don't fool around." Yang Pojun smiled.

"Why? Am I Yang Yanyu like that?" Yang Yanyu said dissatisfied.

The few people next to me all have twitching faces and want to say that you are.

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In the presence, few people are optimistic about Fang Lin, even if it is 15 moves, they don't think Fang Lin can survive.

There is no other reason, Yang Xuanfeng is too strong!

Yang Xuanfeng's strength is the existence that crushes his peers and suffocates other princes, and he is also the number one young master in Qianguo.

This name is not something others boasted about, but Yang Xuanfeng relied on his own strength to make it big.

Whether it is Li Guanxin of the Li Family or Han Xiaoxing of Zixiazong, they have played against Yang Xuanfeng, but without exception, they are all at a disadvantage.

And Fang Lin?

Although the limelight has been very strong recently, and the previous bench selections have performed extremely well, compared to Yang Xuanfeng, it is still far behind.

Even Fang Lin himself was in a panic. He didn't know that he could stick to 15 strokes. If he couldn't stick to it, he would be embarrassed.

"Fang Lin, have you discussed with Han Xiaoxing?" Yang Xuanfeng, who was standing opposite, suddenly asked.

Fang Lin was taken aback, then shook his head: "I haven't discussed it."

Yang Xuanfeng frowned slightly: "I hope I can learn from her again. Three years ago I fought with her. Although I won, she is younger than me. Maybe she is no weaker than me. ."

Fang Lin's belly is definitely not weaker than you. When Han Xiaoxing can see it, I am afraid that you may not be able to beat her.

"Come on, let me see to what extent your Fang Lin's strength has reached. If you can't even survive my fifteen moves, you are not eligible for this substitute position." Yang Xuanfeng said, the whole person The momentum rose.

Fang Lin's eyes condensed, Yang Xuanfeng at this moment felt like a mountain, a huge mountain of ten thousand feet, unable to cross, unable to contend, can only stand at the foot of the mountain and look up.

Without the slightest carelessness, Fang Lin directly took out the big bone stick. At the moment, regardless of whether the opponent has weapons or not, he has to survive 15 strokes before talking.

Yang Xuanfeng didn't move, he still stood there, staring at Fang Lin.

Even so, Fang Lin felt a great deal of pressure. Only when he fought against Yang Xuanfeng did he know how terrifying the eldest son of the great emperor was.

Just standing there made Fang Lin see a little sweat on his back, and the pressure from the constant impact made Fang Lin's breathing a little bit quicker.

Fang Lin gritted his teeth. He knew that if this continued, Yang Xuanfeng's momentum would become stronger and stronger, and he would become more and more difficult to resist.

It must be broken!

At the moment, Fang Lin roared, holding a big bone stick, and rushed directly towards Yang Xuanfeng.

"Good come!" Yang Xuanfeng laughed loudly, his voice was like Hong Zhong, and Fang Lin's ears were humming, and his figure was involuntarily stagnant.

Boom! ! !

With a fierce punch, it came directly towards Fang Lin's door.

This punch came extremely quickly, as if it had already reached Fang Lin at the moment Yang Xuanfeng had just made a move.

Fang Lin's face was ugly, and the big bone stick suddenly swung over and collided with Yang Xuanfeng's fist.

The next moment, Fang Lin flew out like a sack.

Yang Xuanfeng~IndoMTL.com~ is extremely stable.

Puff!

Fang Lin fell to the ground and immediately got up again, his face full of shock.

Just a punch, Fang Lin knew that he was afraid that it would be difficult to stick to 15 strokes. Yang Xuanfeng's power was too terrifying, even more terrifying than that of Li Shengming.

"In any case, the fifteen tricks will always be passed." Fang Lin gritted his teeth and cast the Nine Heavens Footwork under his feet, changing his body like a ghost.

When Yang Xuanfeng saw this, he showed a hint of surprise.

But that's all!

I saw Yang Xuanfeng take a step, and suddenly a gust of wind roared, like a huge wave, smashing over.

Fang Lin suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a huge wave, and his steps suddenly became chaotic.

"Not good!" Fang Lin said secretly, only to see Yang Xuanfeng already rushing over.