The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist! Chapter 833: : Ling Family Warriors

These last ten days will completely stabilize the top 10,000 on the Tianjiao list.

At this time, no one is willing to fail, especially those warriors whose rankings are hovering between eight and nine thousand. They are desperately trying to stay within ten thousand.

At this time, there are not many people who can maintain a winning streak. Fang Lin's winning streak has reached forty-three games, and his ranking finally rushed into the top two thousand.

In the entire Zhenbei Temple, Fang Lin's record is naturally the best. Except for him, everyone else's record is losing more and losing less. Some people even lost ten games in a row, and they were directly brushed down.

Except for Fang Lin, only Mo Yun and Du Gu Nian in Zhenbei Hall are within 10,000. Although there are still a few others that have not been brushed down, they are already ranked above 10,000. I want It is basically impossible to rush into 10,000 in the last ten days.

Of course, these people didn't give up either. In case they encountered some very weak opponents and a miracle happened, they might break into the top ten thousand in a straight wave of victories.

Even Mo Yun and Du Gu Nian, their rankings are not very stable. Both are hovering around 9,000. If they lose a few more games in the future, they will immediately be squeezed out of 10,000.

Such achievements made Ye Mengxian very helpless as the lord of the palace. She really hopes to see more people in the Zhenbei Temple can enter the 10,000 people, but the reality is always so cruel, the worst. It is very likely that only Fang Lin can hold on to the next stage, and all the others will be brushed down.

Fortunately, this situation is not just in the Zhenbei Hall. Among the other thirty-two halls, there are even worse conditions than the Zhenbei Hall.

There are a few temples so far that there is not even one person in the top 10,000, that is truly miserable.

It's no wonder that the battle of the Nine Kingdoms Tianjiao is the test of martial arts strength. It is still too strong for the alchemists of the Dan League to compete with martial arts Tianjiao from all over the world.

What makes Ye Mengxian feel gratified is that Fang Lin's results are very good, he has already rushed into the top two thousand, such a result, even if Fang Lin loses more than a dozen games in the next, he will not fall out of 10,000. Beyond the name, it is very safe.

The light flashed, and Du Gu Nian returned from the independent space, with a look of depression on his face.

Fang Lin glanced at her, smiled and said: "Lost again?"

Dugunian snorted: "It's really annoying to meet an opponent who is almost the same age as my father."

Fang Lin smiled. Seeing Du Gu Nian's appearance, he knew that he was unwilling to lose.

After all, this time the Tianjiao Fight has relatively loose age restrictions. As long as you are not over forty years old, you can participate. Therefore, you will encounter some older warriors. These people may not be as talented as young people, but after all, the age is here. The cultivation time is so long, the cultivation base and strength will certainly not be weak.

Fang Lin has defeated several martial artists in their thirties, but Du Gu Nian is not strong enough. When encountering such an older martial artist, he will naturally lose.

"How many games have you lost?" Fang Lin asked.

Dugunian glanced at her jade slip, and said helplessly: "I have lost 18 games, and I have lost four games in a row."

Fang Lin smiled lightly: "It's okay, as long as you win a few games next, you should not fall out of the top 10,000."

Dugu Nian is not as optimistic as Fang Lin. With the strength of the eighth layer of Tianyuan, she barely stabilized her ranking at around 9,000, which is already quite reluctant. There are still a few days left. If she continues to lose, she will fall out of the previous one. Ten thousand names are almost certain.

"Your cousin, the ranking is pretty good now, even higher than me." Fang Lin said.

Fang Lin is naturally talking about loneliness. He currently ranks within two thousand on the Tianjiao list, which is more than 30 places higher than Fang Lin.

As soon as the voice fell, a ray of light fell, sending Fang Lin into the independent space.

This is Fang Lin's 44th contest. Fang Lin, who has won so many games in a row, feels very calm at the moment.

The next moment, his opponent appeared.

"Huh? You are Fang Lin!" When that person appeared, he stared at Fang Lin, with a gloomy color in his eyes.

Fang Lin frowned slightly, staring at the man, but didn't know him.

The man looked in his thirties, he was dressed in black, his figure was relatively burly, and his appearance was ordinary, but his breath reached the level of four spiritual veins.

"Do you know me?" Fang Lin said.

The man in black snorted, with obvious hostility on his face: "You insulted my Ling family. I met you today, so I must teach you a lesson."

When Fang Lin heard this, he was immediately happy. It turned out that this guy was from the Ling family. No wonder that when he saw him, he seemed to be devouring himself alive.

As a family of Alchemy, the Ling family naturally has many masters, but the probability of encountering the Ling family in the Battle of the Nine Kingdoms is still relatively small.

This man in black is the first person from the Ling family that Fang Lin met~IndoMTL.com~Since you are from the Ling family, then I have no scruples about taking action and fight to death. "Fang Lin sneered.

The black-clothed man also sneered: "I know that the ordinary spirit vein martial artist is not your opponent, but I am not the wine bag and rice bag, you are in front of me, not enough to see."

"Oh, let's give it a try." Fang Lin looked indifferent, beckoning to Ling Zhong, showing his contempt.

"Looking for death!" Ling Zhong was angry, and it felt uncomfortable to be underestimated. At the moment, he waved his big hand and transformed into a shocking palm print, which crashed down towards Fang Lin.

Fang Lin didn't dodge, and there was no place to dodge, so he performed Qilin Fist now.

Roar!

Along with the roar of the unicorn, the unicorn fist imprints blasted out, and went away in front of the shocking palm imprint.

Boom! ! !

There was a loud noise, the shocking palm print instantly collapsed, and the Qilin fist print was also dim, but it did not dissipate.

Ling Zhong saw this with a touch of surprise in his eyes.

"Suppress me!" Seeing Ling Zhong once again used martial arts, big hands emerged one after another, overlapping each other, like a huge mountain, pressing down the forest.

Fang Lin didn't have the slightest words, the sky showed his finger, and his fingers rose to the sky, and immediately penetrated several palm prints, but still couldn't resist all the palm prints.

Seeing the palm prints coming towards him, Fang Lin opened his spirit eyes, and the blue light surged, turning into a light curtain, protecting himself under the light curtain.

Boom boom boom boom! ! ! !

The palm prints fell one after another, bombarding the light curtain formed by the power of the spiritual eye.

The seemingly fragile light curtain was abruptly holding the heavy offensive.

The next moment, Fang Lin stepped on the footwork of Jiuzhongtian, like a ghost, disappearing into Ling Zhong's sight in an instant.

When he reappeared, Fang Lin had already arrived behind him.