Xian has been cultivating

Chapter 143 Lin Fan, Prepares to Fight Liu Xing

After hearing Liu Lei's words, everyone present instantly sensed a hint of an unusual atmosphere. However, faced with such a situation, they found it difficult to refuse and ultimately had to nod in agreement.

The head of the Lin family turned his gaze to the young man named Lin Yan and said slowly, "Lin Yan, this time, it's your turn to step onto the stage and compete with this Young Master Liu. Just consider this a good start for us."

After saying this, the Lin family head leaned slightly to Lin Yan's ear and whispered in a low voice, "Your opponent is very likely the descendant of that old Liu Lei. Be careful! Even if you lose, it doesn't matter, but remember not to put yourself in danger. Safety is the most important thing."

As soon as the head of the Lin family finished speaking, Lin Yan nodded in understanding, then took a step forward and walked straight towards the magnificent arena outside the door. At the same time, other people at the banquet also stood up and left their seats, filing out and walking quickly towards the outside of the arena.

After Lin Yan stepped onto the ring and stood firmly, he clasped his hands together and said loudly to the person opposite him: "My name is Lin Yan, and I have come here today to learn a few things from Master Liu."

Hearing this, the equally imposing young man opposite him bowed in return and said, "My name is Liu Xing, Master Lin. Please teach me."

For a moment, the atmosphere inside and outside the venue was extremely tense. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the battle between dragons and tigers to begin.

As the crisp sound of the start of the game rang out, the entire venue seemed to be ignited in an instant, and the atmosphere was tense to the extreme. Lin Yan's eyes were wide open, and his body rushed towards Liu Xing opposite him like lightning; at the same time, Liu Xing was not to be outdone, tapping the ground lightly with his footsteps and rushing towards Lin Yan head-on.

In an instant, the two men collided like two meteors, and a thrilling battle began. Fists crisscrossed and kicks whistled. The two sides went back and forth, neither giving in, and for a while it was difficult to tell the winner.

However, just as everyone was watching with fascination, Lin Yan keenly sensed something strange - the opponent in front of him, named Liu Xing, was so powerful that it far exceeded his imagination. After each head-on confrontation with Liu Xing, he could clearly feel a slight burning sensation coming from his body. This feeling was like being roasted by fire, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Facing such a powerful and strange opponent, Lin Yan thought to himself: If this continues, it will be very dangerous. It is better to go all out, abandon defense, concentrate all my strength to launch a violent attack on Liu Xing, maybe there is still a chance of winning!

Thinking of this, Lin Yan clenched his teeth, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he shouted loudly, gathering all the true energy in his body between his palms, and suddenly slapped Liu Xing with a series of extremely powerful palm techniques.

Unfortunately, although Lin Yan had tried his best, Liu Xing's strength was too terrifying. He calmly waved the weapon in his hand and easily resolved all of Lin Yan's attacks one by one. Then, Liu Xing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile, and then suddenly exerted force and launched an extremely fierce counterattack.

At this time, Lin Yan was already at the end of his strength and was unable to withstand Liu Xing's thunderous attack. Finally, after a difficult and extraordinary resistance, Lin Yan was helplessly defeated.

After Liu Xing won easily, he was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the secret signal from Liu Lei in the distance from the corner of his eye. He was moved and did not dare to delay at all. He immediately used his lightness skills and came to Liu Lei's side in a few jumps.

However, what awaited Liu Xing was not praise or commendation, but Liu Lei's face, so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping with water, and words full of reproach: "What on earth did you do? Why didn't you take the opportunity to kill him just now? Do you know that this was originally a great opportunity to greatly weaken other forces? If you miss this opportunity, it will be extremely difficult to find such a favorable situation in the future!"

"Sorry, I won't show mercy next time!" Liu Xing lowered his head deeply and said in a low voice, "As a punishment for myself, I decided to practice for two more hours today." He clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind to avenge his previous shame.

Liu Lei looked at Liu Xing who bowed his head and admitted his mistake, frowned slightly, and said after a moment of silence: "Okay, let's put the punishment aside for now, and we will discuss it after the banquet. Now, listen to me, you must not be merciful to those remaining guys, you must use all your strength and beat them to death!" After speaking, he glared at Liu Xing fiercely, his eyes revealing unquestionable majesty.

"Yes!" Liu Xing suddenly raised his head and responded loudly, then turned around without hesitation and returned to the ring with firm steps.

As the match continued, Liu Xing was like an enraged beast, unreservedly displaying all kinds of ferocious and fierce moves, each of which carried a fatal momentum that made people shudder.

However, his opponents were clearly no pushovers either. Despite facing such ferocious attacks, they all possessed some precious items that could save their lives. These items played a role at critical moments, helping them escape danger time and time again.

Although this fierce battle did not result in any tragic loss of life, it did frighten Liu Xing's subsequent opponents. Whenever they saw Liu Xing's cold and murderous eyes, they couldn't help but shiver and their legs went weak. Therefore, in the next few battles, many people chose to surrender after just a short confrontation with Liu Xing before they had the chance to actually fight.

At this moment, Liu Xing standing on the ring was like a messenger from hell, exuding a terrifying aura. He stood there majestically, with a strong murderous aura all over his body, as if anyone who dared to get close would be torn to pieces by him immediately.

Many of the younger generation in the audience had either been defeated miserably by Liu Xing and left the stage in disgrace, or were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they didn't dare to go on stage to challenge this formidable opponent.

The atmosphere in the whole scene was extremely tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on Liu Xing.

"Next!" Liu Xing stood on the stage with an expressionless face, his voice so cold that it seemed to freeze the air. At the same time, his sharp eyes like an eagle glanced coldly at the bustling crowd below, and his eyes were like a beast looking for delicious prey.

In the blink of an eye, a black shadow, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, rushed straight towards the direction where Liu Xing was. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a heavy sword that was shining with cold light. Liu Xing reacted extremely quickly, exerted force on his feet, and leaped backwards like an arrow.

"Who?" Liu Xing shouted angrily after stabilizing his body.

"Cultivator Alliance, Lin Fan!" A cold yet arrogant voice came.

Following the sound, he saw a man squatting steadily on the huge black iron heavy sword. His black robe fluttered in the wind, and his cold face was as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe, especially his narrow eyes, which were flashing with a hint of coldness at this moment, staring at Liu Xing indifferently.

"Hmph, you do have some courage, but courage alone is not enough. I want to see if you have the strength to match it!" Liu Xing snorted coldly, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked at Lin Fan with disdain.

"Of course, that's enough to make you roll off the stage obediently!" Lin Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a contemptuous smile. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, and a powerful aura emanated from his whole body, as if he was ready to launch a thundering attack at any time.