Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

However, facing Lin Fan's ghostly and elusive movement skills, she gradually felt difficulties.

At this moment, Lin Fan suddenly launched a counterattack.

His fists exploded like thunder, with each punch making a sound of breaking through the air, hitting Wu Shuang's vitals directly.

The boxing technique is not only fast but also accurate, each attack hits Wu Shuang's weak point accurately.

Finally, after a wonderful fist and knife fight, Wu Shuang finally showed his flaws.

With his keen insight, Lin Fan caught Wu Shuang's flaw.

He used the Black Tiger move to dig out the heart and hit Wu Shuang in the chest.

Lin Fan immediately noticed something was wrong, and the place where his fist struck was soft.

Immediately stop your strength, stabilize your body, and stop attacking.

Lin Fan looked at the area where his fists hit, feeling embarrassed and confused, and quickly explained to Wu Shuang: "Girl, I didn't mean it!"

But this sentence instead caused roars of laughter from the monks watching in the audience.

"This little baby, you still know how to be embarrassed?!"

Some monks deliberately said loudly, as if they were making fun of Lin Fan's embarrassment.

"This is called taking advantage and acting like a good boy!"

Some monks said jokingly.

Some people even imitated Lin Fan's voice and deliberately repeated: "Girl, girl, I'm embarrassed!"

Wu Shuang felt angry and ashamed when he heard the ridicule.

Her cheeks were flushed with anger, and she yelled at Lin Fan: "Shameless and obscene!"

She waved the scimitar in her hand and launched a fierce attack on Lin Fan emotionally.

Lin Fan seemed a little at a loss when facing Wu Shuang's angry attack.

He didn't really want to hurt the female warrior, but he still had to defend against her attacks.

He quickly retreated, trying to avoid Wu Shuang's sword edge.

Wu Shuang's sword skills were swift and ferocious, and each sword was filled with strong anger and determination, as if he wanted to pour all the humiliation and anger on Lin Fan.

Each of her strikes was full of power, forcing Lin Fan to concentrate on dealing with them.

Faced with Wu Shuang's desperate offensive, he keenly discovered an oversight on her part: she did not properly protect her bottom plate.

Seizing this opportunity, Lin Fan decisively used the tiger tail swing, which hit Wu Shuang's legs.

Wu Shuang didn't expect this move at all, and was knocked off balance and fell to the ground.

"Girl, I really didn't mean it!"

Lin Fan walked over to Wu Shuang who fell to the ground, his tone full of sincerity and apology.

However, his words again aroused laughter from the audience.

"It's really a doll!"

Some monks laughed, seeming to be making fun of Lin Fan's youthfulness.

"This girl is probably going to depend on him."

Some monks said jokingly.

Faced with such ridicule, Wu Shuang's face turned red.

She angrily jumped up and attacked Lin Fan again.

But this time, Lin Fan was well prepared and blocked Wu Shuang's scimitar with force, successfully knocking Wu Shuang's scimitar away.

Then, he took advantage of the situation and used the move Black Tiger to dig out the heart, and hit Wu Shuang with both fists.

However, just when his fists were about to hit Wu Shuang's chest, Lin Fan suddenly realized where he was about to hit and hurriedly stopped his fists.

Explained again hastily: "Girl, I really didn't mean it!"

The laughter in the audience became more violent, and some people even laughed so hard that they stopped breathing.

Lin Fan's series of embarrassing actions immersed the entire arena in a strange atmosphere.

Wu Shuang's emotions reached a boiling point.

Standing there, her breathing was rapid, the blush on her face became more and more obvious, and her eyes flashed with anger and indescribable complex emotions.

She knew Lin Fan meant no harm, but in this awkward and tense situation, she felt confused and helpless.

Suddenly, Wu Shuang lost control of his emotions and cried loudly.

Her tears were like broken beads, rolling down uncontrollably.

She picked up the scimitar on the ground, turned around and left the ring without looking at Lin Fan again, leaving behind a roar of laughter that resounded through the sky.

Lin Fan stood there, watching Wu Shuang's back disappear into the crowd.

His heart was filled with guilt and uneasiness.

This game, which was supposed to be a contest of strength and skill, unexpectedly turned into a dispute.

The monks in the audience were still laughing and talking, but Lin Fan no longer understood.

He only cared and apologized for Wu Shuang in his heart, thinking about how to explain today's misunderstanding to Wu Shuang.

In the hustle and bustle of the arena, Lin Fan sat quietly. His mind seemed to have drifted away from the competition in front of him, waiting for the start of the third round of martial arts trials.

Although the fighting around him was fierce, it had lost its former appeal to him.

At this time, Ximen Zhi came over, his expression a little complicated.

In the second round of the martial arts trial, he luckily avoided a duel with a foundation-building master, and relied on his "safety first" principle to exit the game in time.

Although Ximenzhi's approach was regarded as fearful by some people, he himself seemed very satisfied.

Ximen Zhi walked up to Lin Fan and asked in a low voice: "How many of you died today?"

There was a hint of shock that could not be concealed in his words.

Apparently, Lin Fan's brutal competition had spread to other arenas.

Lin Fan's eyes fell on the big hammer next to him. The man who was once so majestic in the ring now had his eyes wrapped in thick gauze. The pain and helplessness on his face could be felt without words.

"Two are dead and one is blind."

Lin Fan's words seemed to be somewhat indifferent in this heavy atmosphere.

Ximen Zhi, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but take a breath after hearing such an answer, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

His eyes lingered on Lin Fan's face, as if looking for the answer: "Who hit you? You?!"

His voice was full of surprise and disbelief.

Lin Fan shook his head. His tone was still as calm as water, but there was a hint of depth in his eyes: "It's not me. It's an unknown young man!"

His words were brief and direct.

Ximen Zhi was silent for a moment. He turned his eyes to Meng Ge, who had a gloomy expression on the side, and then looked at the big hammer whose eyes were wrapped in gauze.

Finally, he turned back to Lin Fan, seeming to be thinking about something.

After a while, Ximen Zhi finally spoke, his voice low and powerful: "This arena of yours is indeed a crouching dragon, hidden tiger! Brother Meng, Big Hammer, you, and that unknown young man are all ruthless people!"

His words were filled with awe and admiration.

Others don't know Lin Fan's strength, but Ximen Zhi does know it very well.

That is an existence that can defeat the second-level masters of the Golden Core stage.

Just when Ximen Zhi and Lin Fan were discussing the third round of martial arts trials.

Murong Yunfei also quietly did something.

Relying on the influence of Elder Xuan Bing, Murong Yunfei quietly adjusted the two sides of the first match of the third round to Lin Fan and Meng Ge.

This would make it easier for Brother Meng to kill Lin Fan directly in the third round to avoid unnecessary complications and long nights and dreams.