Lin Fan With Strongest System
Chapter 177's

Zhongtianfeng was on top of a high platform.

Saint Zongzong's main body sat on top and whispered the question, "There is no end for a younger brother, can this holy saint have hope?"

“Don't worry, Brother, I let them live on an unknown peak last night.” The endless elders slightly showed a smile.

"Yes ..." Yan Zongzhu heard that he was satisfied with the nod, "This chair personally greets you, but also states the importance of being attached to Jiu Zong."

....

The endless elders followed the brothers, this time the strongest arrogance, the holy sect must win, even though today Zongmen Tianjiao disciples are not the same as the previous ones, they are, but winning or losing is not a strong force to win, and sometimes depends on strategy.

Setting Jiu Zong's sect on a nameless peak, Lin Fan, this kid is not good enough to console them?

“Easy for first brother, it's good for overnight break.” Yan Zongzhu personally came, Liang Yichu was naturally respected.

"The troubled master was worried, everything was fine last night," said Liang Yichu, just a little confused about each of the disciples, foolish, not knowing what had happened.

However, this doesn't matter, as long as you personally convey all the disciples well, winning first place in the Tianjiao contest.

....

Lin Fan stayed at the Tianjiao disciples, waiting for the opening of the strongest Tianjiao. This kind of competition is very important for both. Although the two forefathers of knowledge set an agreement, it was almost between the two disciples. Some kind of fight.

"Oh ...."

At this time, snoring is heard, and there is no end to high platforms. "The 1000th strongest Tianjiao war officially began. The rules of the game, ten disciples of the saints, ten disciples of the nine ancestors, and two disciples drawing each other, Shengzongyi Number 1 in Jiuyi Zong No.1, first friendship, second competition, no life, no life, the final winner, would be the two strongest Tianjiao recognized, and now began to draw. "

“Uncle Shi, go to that number,” Zong hates and says.

"All right."

In the middle of martial arts, there were two sealed boxes, and two disciples were on the stage.

As Lin Fan walked on the stage, he waved his hand towards the holy disciple.

"Uncle will win ..."

"Uncle will win ..."

At this moment, Zhang Ergou took the lead and stood on the viewing platform, shouting and shouting, yesterday this, Zhang Ergou obeyed the instructions of the master and made a huge banner.

Especially at home today, in the Holy Land, you must defeat each other from the momentum, so the other party is afraid.

Zhang Ergou took the lead, and the disciples who worshipped Lin Fan cheered one by one. In the entire Zhongtian Peak, they spread a voice that was shouted for Lin Fan.

In the hearts of these foreign disciples, Lin Fan was the person they admired the most. Right now, this was the strongest arrogance, they naturally wanted to win their own Zongmen.

Yan Zongzhu on the upper platform, a slight smile on his face, expressed his gratitude for this scene.

“Easy for first brother, can you see the vitality of the holy disciple?” Ask the elders in the end.

Liang Yichu stared at the endless one, not speaking, "OK."

Liang Yichu could not admit it, but he also remembered this scene in his heart. When he was at the next strongest arrogance, when he arrived at Jiuyi Zong, he had to let them see the vitality of the Jiuyi disciples.

The nine-discipline disciple standing on the platform was listening to the constant cries, and there was a slight fluctuation in his heart.

Surprising, too shocking.

They started to feel a little nervous from the bottom of their hearts.

The two disciples started drawing numbers, then stood in a row, an ordinary elder came forward and started to register.

“Uncle Shi, how many numbers do you have?” Zong Hiantian looked at the number plate in his hand and then asked.

"No. 10." Lin Fan glanced and said.

“I don't know, Jiu Zongzong's salary has been pumped several times,” Zong Tiantian said with a little nervousness.

When the old man used to register the license plate, Lin Fan glanced at him, his salary was number one, but it was not the same as himself.

"The game begins."

On the holy side.

"Teacher, come on," Zong hated to look at natural Qiu and patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Well," Qiu nodded, took a breath, then jumped onto the stage.

Jiu Zongzong was calmer on this side, and his salary was on his face. His enemy was only Lin Fan. As for everyone else, his salary had not been put into the eyes.

The disciples on the spectator stage shouted for the Zongmen brothers.

“I don't want to hurt you, you admit defeat.” The salary wind stood on the stage, and the gaze said indifferently.

"Civil merit, the younger brother knows that it is not your opponent, but it is impossible to fight without war," Qiu naturally said.

His salary was cold and there was no more talk.

"Game starts ..."

Under the command of ordinary elders, the first game officially began.

"Senior brother, offended." These enemies have skyrocketed, and long scorpions have been captured from the void.

The disciples present exclaimed one by one and were shocked by the sight.

“Natural child, this is very good.” The endless elders looked at the situation below the stage and nodded.

"However, that's not enough," Liang Yichu said with a smile.

Although the disciple from Shengzong said that his strength was good, compared to his own disciple, the difference was simply too great.

“Hei.” No yelling, this old man, still loading.

"Kowloon is off."

At this moment, Qiu's natural explosion, the entire golden light body, the nine golden dragons, flew out, wrapped around the long raft, scratching the layer of emptiness, towards the salary wind.

With both hands carrying a salary standing in the same place, the danger was not chaotic, slightly raised his hand and stretched out a finger.

"Infringe."

In an instant, the space seemed to be motionless.

When the long-necked cockroach touched the fingers of the wind, it suddenly stopped, and then seemed to suffer an unbearable force and gradually collapsed.

The nine golden dragons wrapped around the long scorpion screamed and instantly disappeared.

Black lights on.

The enemy only felt that his heart was suffocating, when he reacted, he found a finger on his forehead.

This moment of hostility was a cold heart, and the breath of death surrounded the heart.

“You were defeated.” Right now, the wind salary pulled his fingers and said with his back.

The enemy naturally stood there quietly, and finally lowered his head and hugged his fist, "Thank you for your brother's generosity."

The holy disciples in the audience shut their mouths in horror, and they did not expect to lose in the first match.

In an instant, it was truly a moment, and there was no reaction at all.

On the other hand, Jiu Zong's sect cheered, and bursts of cheers, like the same heavy hammer, broke the hearts of Shengzong's disciple's joy.

“The helpless brothers, how, one finger breaking the law, kendo is high,” Liang Yichu said with a smile.

"Hey ...." No one was confused, did not want to answer each other, and threw a blank look at the other party.

"In the first game, Jiuyi's salary wins."

"In the second game, Jiu Zongzong No. 2 Feng Xiaoling played against Shengzong No. 2 and hated the sky."