"I surrender!"
The Disciple of the Dizi Sect was frightened by the look of the disciple of the Tianzi Sect, and he immediately blurted out without any hesitation.
"Wow!"
The audience in the stands was in an uproar. After all, things like surrender are very rare in martial arts in the ring. After all, it is not a life and death battle.
The Tianzi faction camp was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. They did not expect to surrender!
The disciples of the Dizi sect kept silent. This humiliation would make them unable to hold their heads high in front of the disciples of the Tianzi sect, and they would even be ridiculed to the point of being completely bruised.
Rui Xiaosu frowned and really wanted to go up and punch this guy to death, but the third time he did it, he just showed off.
Now I can only pray that Lin Fan can hold on for a little longer, so that their calligraphy school will not lose badly!
"Come down! What are you fighting for! You surrendered before the fighting even started! It's really an embarrassment to you inner disciples!"
"It's really a waste of your talents. Although I am not talented! But I still have the backbone!"
"Hey, are all the disciples of the inner sect's Zi sect like this now? No wonder they can't compete with the Tianzi sect!"
.........
There were disdainful jeers all around, and the disciple of the Dizi Sect felt that he had lost his face and left the competition venue in a hurry.
The figure of the sect leader appeared and said slowly: "The fifth game has begun, please ask the Dizi Sect to send people to fight!"
The disciples of the Dizi Sect began to stir up a commotion. In their opinion, they had already lost this inner sect competition. How big a storm a small third-level Nascent Soul monk could cause, it was impossible for one to wear five!
Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes at this moment. Although he had not watched every battle just now, he knew from the conversations of the disciples in the audience that this time the Zi Sect lost badly!
Especially when he heard that the disciples of the Dizi Sect actually surrendered! He even felt that the calligraphy school should die!
"Master! Be careful!"
Ye Linglong pulled Lin Fan's clothes and said solemnly.
Lin Fan patted her little hand as white as sheep juice and said softly: "Don't worry! Your young master is very strong!"
Lin Fan jumped up and flew directly in front of the Tianzi Sect disciple, looking at him calmly.
"Boy! Surrender?"
The disciples of the Tianzi Sect didn't say a word, but an invisible pressure swept towards Lin Fan, trying to scare Lin Fan into surrender.
Lin Fan smiled calmly and said: "Your good days have come to an end. Let me ask you a question! Will you surrender?!"
Although Lin Fan spoke with a smile, everyone could feel the coldness in his smile, the kind of coldness that pierced the bone marrow, making people shiver all over.
"Hahaha! You are so arrogant! I wonder if you will be as arrogant as you are now when I beat you to pieces!"
"Look at the punch!"
The disciples of the Tianzi Sect only thought it was funny when they saw Lin Fan's cultivation at the third level of Nascent Soul. He could blast Lin Fan into nothingness with just one punch.
Lin Fan took his time and looked at the fist that had turned into a real shadow. He moved his finger across it, and a small sword shadow appeared, directly cutting off the fist of the disciple of the Tianzi Sect.
The sharp shadow of the sword and the faint sound of the sword shocked the disciples of the Tianzi Sect, and they really underestimated this waste of the third level of Nascent Soul.
The disciple of the Tianzi Sect put away his contempt and directly pulled out the sword inserted into the ring. He took a step forward with his left foot and slashed out with the sword.
Just when everyone thought that Jian Ying was going to be blocked by the Tianzi Sect disciple's sword, Jian Ying's sword took a wrong turn and appeared on the right side of the Tianzi Sect disciple in a flash.
"puff!"
"ah!"
The Tianzi Sect disciple screamed and was blasted several meters away by the sword shadow.
The Tianzi Sect disciple stabilized his body, touched his still bleeding belly, and looked at Lin Fan again with shock in his eyes, but he still underestimated him!
He thought that no matter how strong Lin Fan was, he wouldn't be much stronger. After all, he was at the third level of Nascent Soul! Two realms lower than him! If you were a little more serious, wouldn't you be crushed?
But the reality is that things always backfire, and with just one move, he is already injured.
"I really underestimate you! You won't have such good luck next time!"
The Tianzi sect disciple knew that he might not be able to defeat him at close range, so he had no choice but to use his martial arts. He injected a ball of pure spiritual power into his injured lower abdomen, and the wound healed immediately.
"Yellow-level high-grade martial arts: Fiery Fire!"
The disciple of the Tianzi Sect directly mobilized all the spiritual power in his body to focus on his sword, and then swung the sword, and a fire dragon more than ten meters long appeared above his head!
The momentum was so fierce that even the void was deformed by the flames, which were more fierce than the previous two times!
"Wow! This man is going to use all his strength! Is Lin Fan really that powerful?"
"Although Lin Fan has strength! But he will still lose this time!"
"Why do I think he can block it?"
"Want to bet? A thousand spiritual stones!"
"Bet! The worst case scenario is losing!"
........
Everyone in the stands was not optimistic about Lin Fan. After all, with the level of suppression here, it was unrealistic to win.
Mo Xuan was also a little unsure, having been pushed down two realms. Although Lin Fan was famous for fighting across realms in the past, when he reached the Nascent Soul stage, he was no longer comparable to those previous realms!
Lin Fan looked at the menacing fire dragon without any disturbance in his heart, just like the calm lake water.
"Die!"
The disciples of the Tianzi Sect controlled the fire dragon and rushed towards Lin Fan, their momentum was like a rainbow, and they looked unstoppable.
"Tiger kills!"
"Roar!"
Lin Fan formed a seal with his hands, and a tiger's roar spread throughout the world, and then a white tiger appeared above Lin Fan's head.
This white tiger looks like it came out of a myth. It is powerful, mighty and cannot be ignored. Every time he blinks, the lives around him tremble and stand in awe.
When Bai Hu successfully broke through the Nascent Soul stage through Lin Fan, the four martial arts in "Xuan Tian Jue" had all been successfully transformed.
With a thought, Lin Fan controlled the white tiger to rush towards the fire dragon, which was emitting flames.
"Roar!"
The white tiger roared again, and his speed suddenly increased. In just a blink of an eye, he was in front of the fire dragon, and then swung out a palm.
The fire dragon received this palm, his body was unstable, and he fell heavily on the ring.
The white tiger obviously had no intention of letting go of the fire dragon. He directly used his two front paws to throw the fire dragon firmly to the ground, then opened its bloody mouth and bit the fire dragon's neck.
"What kind of tiger is this? Can it even ignore the flames on my fire dragon?"
The disciple of the Tianzi Sect looked shocked, and then a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and most of his breath weakened.
But at this moment, the momentum around the fire dragon surged, and the temperature of the flames rose again, directly knocking the white tiger away.
"Force me to use my essence and blood! Lin Fan! Even if you lose! You will still have face!"
