Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

This arrow shot out like lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to react.

At such a close distance, Liu Qingyan was caught off guard and was hit by an arrow in her left arm. With a soft sound, her offensive was immediately frustrated.

Liu Qingyan's expression showed a hint of surprise and pain, and she realized that she had been defeated.

When the audience saw this scene, they couldn't help but exclaimed.

Su Tianyu's unexpected archery completely subverted everyone's expectations for the game.

This is the second consecutive game in which a monk with a lower level of cultivation has won, which makes people have to re-evaluate the results of this martial arts trial.

Lin Fan stood in the crowd and stared sharply at Su Tianyu on the ring.

There was a flash of appreciation in his eyes.

Lin Fan knows very well that in a battle in the world of cultivation, the level of cultivation alone cannot completely determine the outcome.

Su Tianyu's victory once again proved this.

The elders watched the game in the pavilion, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

They exchanged looks with each other, seeming to be re-evaluating Su Tianyu's strength.

This game is not only a display of Su Tianyu's strength, but also a reflection on the Qingyun Sect's selection method.

The third round of the martial arts trial was between Lin Fan and Fang Yutian.

This game is also the focus of many spectators and monks.

Fang Yutian is tall and tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist. He has a fifth-level cultivation and is already quite famous among the monks.

In comparison, Lin Fan's figure appears much smaller, but in the hearts of the audience, Lin Fan's name is full of mystery and expectations.

Fang Yutian stood on the ring. His figure was as towering as a hill. His voice was loud and confident: "Lin Fan, I heard that your weapons are more powerful. Show your weapons!"

He pointed at Lin Fan, his eyes shining with challenge.

The audience and monks under the ring were talking a lot, even though they had all heard of Lin Fan's deeds of killing Brother Meng.

But those who have not seen it with their own eyes are mostly skeptical. Fang Yutian's words also reflected his doubts about Lin Fan's strength.

Lin Fan did not show any wavering in the face of Fang Yutian's provocation.

With a calm smile on his face, he said calmly: "Fuhu Fist is enough to deal with you."

After saying this, Lin Fan moved into the starting position of Fuhu Fist. His movements were simple and smooth, as if he had become one with heaven and earth at this moment.

Fang Yutian couldn't help laughing when he saw that Lin Fan was only dealing with him with bare hands, as if he already regarded victory as something in his bag.

His laughter echoed around the ring, prompting a murmur of contempt.

The monks under the ring had different expressions.

Some showed disdainful smiles, while others were silent in thought. They were full of doubts and curiosity about this cross-border duel.

In their understanding, cross-realm combat is almost impossible unless assisted by pets or holding powerful spiritual weapons.

But there was no trace of fear in Lin Fan's eyes.

Even though he was facing an opponent whose level was much higher than his own, he still seemed calm and composed. he

His fists were clenched and his body leaned forward slightly, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

"This Lin Fan is crazy!"

A monk who was watching the battle couldn't help but speak out, his words were full of incredulity.

"I guess you can't win even if you use weapons. It's better to lose with bare hands."

Another monk mused, a glint of thought flashing in his eyes.

However, not everyone was skeptical of Lin Fan.

Some monks who had watched Lin Fan compete before had full confidence in him.

"If you had seen Lin Fan play, you wouldn't say that!"

Their words revealed unwavering support.

Even the elders who were watching the battle in the pavilion halfway up the mountain.

He was also puzzled by Lin Fan's actions.

"This Lin Fan is too big a deal!"

The elder Hushan looked at the arena and said slowly.

The other elders also nodded slightly in agreement with the words of the mountain guardian elder.

This is the second round after all.

Once you lose, you will have no chance to show yourself in future games.

Amid the discussion, Fang Yutian moved and rushed towards Lin Fan.

Trying to directly overwhelm Lin Fan with his powerful physique and advanced cultivation.

As soon as the game started, Fang Yutian showed his strength.

Every step he took seemed to shake the entire ring. His punches were fierce and powerful, and every blow was accompanied by strong wind and thunder.

Fang Yutian's offensive was like a ferocious beast, trying to devour Lin Fan.

However, Lin Fan remained unmoved in the face of Fang Yutian's fierce offensive.

His body is light and agile, and every dodge is just right.

Although Lin Fan's Fuhu Fist seems simple, every move and every move contains deep internal power, and his boxing technique contains an unfathomable power.

As the game progressed, the audience began to realize how extraordinary Lin Fan was.

They marveled at Lin Fan's calmness and skills, as well as his ability to maintain a calm mind when facing powerful enemies.

Each of Lin Fan's attacks was very precise. Although his power seemed inferior to Fang Yutian's, he could always hit the opponent's vital points.

Although Fang Yutian's offensive was fierce, it was never able to hit Lin Fan.

Lin Fan was like a dexterous cheetah, always able to cleverly dodge Fang Yutian's attacks before they arrived.

Lin Fan's performance amazed all onlookers.

They surrounded the ring, watching the battle in the center with keen eyes, and were shocked by the astonishing strength displayed by the young monk.

The atmosphere under the ring became more enthusiastic, with exclamations and discussions coming from the crowd from time to time.

Lin Fan used his extremely skilled Fuhu Fist to engage in a fierce duel with Fang Yutian, who was on the fifth level of the foundation building.

Lin Fan's every punch was accurate, as if every practice was for this moment of explosion.

Fang Yutian's advantages lie in his powerful strength and thick skin.

Each punch was thrown out with a roaring sound, and the power was astonishing.

The body is like a solid fortress, able to hold firm even in the face of Lin Fan's precise punches.

Lin Fan's victory lies in his flexibility of movement and quickness of his punches.

His movements were as light as the wind, and every dodge and attack seemed extremely delicate.

On the ring, his figure moved left and right, like a gust of wind, making it difficult for Fang Yutian to catch his trajectory.

Several times, Lin Fan's fist did hit Fang Yutian, but the opponent managed to resist the attack with his skill.

Fang Yutian's expression gradually became serious. He felt the threat from Lin Fan, but his eyes shone with more fierce fighting spirit. The more he fought, the braver he became!

The audience under the ring was stunned. They had never thought that a monk at the peak of Qi refining could compete with a monk at the fifth level of foundation building to this extent.

Their emotions fluctuated with the intensity of the battle. Sometimes they cheered for Lin Fan's exquisite boxing skills, and sometimes they were shocked by Fang Yutian's perseverance.

"It's not easy to use the Fuhu Fist so skillfully!"

The elder protecting the mountain looked at Lin Fan on the stage.

His expression changed from puzzlement to admiration.