Lin Fan With Strongest System
The Chapter 178

"That's it ..." At this moment, Zong hated the sky and saw the figure of Jiu Zongzong standing up. Views changed.

“Who is he?” Asked Lin Fan.

"He was a Tianjiao disciple of Jiuyi Zong. He's very strong. He had seen her once in the past when she was banned. That's very powerful." Zong Huantian was now somewhat unable to stand it anymore.

I didn't notice it at first, but now I hear its name, but I remember.

In the first game, Shengzong lost, and that impacted Zongmen's momentum. The original Zongtian thought of his second game, winning the game and stabilizing the momentum. But now that I can see the situation, I'm afraid the situation is not that simple.

“You guys, I didn't win.” At this moment, Qiu naturally lowered his head and looked rather low. Obviously, he lost himself and worried about himself.

"Teacher, don't blame yourself. I'm afraid only uncle can fight against him. You can dare to fight with him. It was the greatest victory," Zong Tiantian said.

"Well," Qiu naturally looked at Zong Hiantian and then nodded, "Brother, the next one is you, come on."

Zong hated to nod and did not believe in this.

Lin Fan looked at the wind and laughter on the side of Jiu Zong's sect. It was difficult to win this game with the strength of Huantian Zong, and the odds were extremely small.

The strength of this windy spirit was not as good as this salary, but it was also a powerful figure.

What's so special?

Lin Fan's appearance grew even more enthusiastic, this holy sect was stunned. How to compare it to other weak sects.

However, after thinking of destroying the poor, Lin Fan understood him.

If this is not a mistake, I fear the Tianjiao disciples, it is invincible.

Even if this salary was feared, it was not an opponent. Right now, this was a mistake, and was tamed by himself and unable to participate in the competition. Naturally nothing can destroy each other.

"No brother, this wind is laughing spirits are not as good as my disciples, but in Zongmen which is also one of the best patriots, I fear that your disciples are also losing their lives," Liang Yichu said with a smile.

Looking at the king without end, seeing the patriarch look gentle and calm, not affecting the disciples because they lost the game, but also sighing. ”

"It's impossible." Liang Yichu waved his hand. This guy still doesn't think too much. With their cultivation, who was strong and who was weak at a glance.

....

"Hate the sky, how many layers do you have to win?" Asked Lin Fan.

“Three layers.” Zong hated it for a moment, and finally gave the greatest possibility.

Zong Hiantian was not a simple person. If he won, he wouldn't be so worried, but the point was that he was completely unsure right now.

On the forbidden ground, Zong Huantian did not face him, but he saw the other party's shot and naturally knew how powerful the other party was.

“Uncle Shu, you can make you win, but you have to suffer a little.” Now this finale, even though this is his, but this is missing two matches, I'm afraid that something is wrong, after all, it will also end Ah series

"Uncle Shi, as long as I can win, I can suffer from bitterness." Right now, I hate watching Lin Fan with excitement. As long as I can win, even though it's bitter, he can bear it.

Lin Fan looked at Zong Tiantian's hateful face and finally nodded. Then he recruited and waved, "Come, come and surround us."

The other Tianjiao disciples, although they did not understand what Lin Shishu meant, but they ended up listening to their orders and surrounded Lin Fan and Zong Huantian to prevent the outside world from seeing the situation inside.

At this moment, Lin Fan tore his sleeve, "Come, fill it in your mouth, don't shout."

At this moment, Lin Fan was ready to start killing and killing himself.

"Trick or Treat" has two functions. The first effect was that people lost their combat power instantly. The other effect was that the critical blow was not enough, and the other party was in a state of madness.

However, although the two functions are not the same, the pain can be said to be exactly the same.

Zong hated seeing Lin Shushu's so serious appearance, and finally took a deep breath, stuffed his sleeves into his mouth, then nodded heavily, pointing at Lin Shishu.

"Said Lin Fan.

At this moment, Lin Fan's gaze gave a slight change, and his eyes looked at************ hate Zong.

The brain works instantly, starting with calculations, angles, powers, and so on.

Zong hated Tian's forehead with a slight sweat. This sweat is not due to pain, but the heart is too nervous at the moment. He had no idea what Lin Shishu would do to himself.

What methods should be used to keep yourself stable?

But seeing Lin Shishu's serious expression, he knew that this method did not have to be simple.

“Yah, hold.” At this moment, Lin Fan's eyes flashed in the blink of an eye, and the broken grandson carried the highest power, shattered the layer of emptiness, and struck********* Zong Hiantian.

"Oh ...."

At this moment, a dull sound rang out, and Zong Hiantian's body trembled, as if the entire person had suffocated to death.

Zong hated Tian's real face which was somewhat reddish, suddenly flushed red, his blood vessel neck broke, his eyes were filled with a layer of blood, even his breathing started to change rapidly.

Zong hated the time to pull out his sleeves in the mouth, then the legs were close together, the body slightly distorted, and the mouth opened, as if there was a lot to say, as if there were a lot of things to say, but the pain could not even say a word.

“Well, hold, hold for this gas, hurry, and pour the other side.” Lin Fan knew that Zong Tiantian must have been very painful at the moment, but since he wanted to win, he had to hold back.

“Please take the two of them on stage,” shouted the ordinary elder.

Feng Xiaoling's mouth carried a smile, and gracefully fluttered on the stage, her long hair fluttered, her face handsome, two fingers were bullets, and the folding fan in the hand opened silently.

This gas field, this posture, made countless people, self-deprecating.

Although Shengzong's female disciples would cheer for Zongmen, he was now obsessed with seeing this as a male god.

“Good boy,” Lu Mingyang sat on stage and could not hold his breath.

Liang Yichu heard it and smiled, "He is the first place in the genre, the ideal companion in countless female disciples, strength and appearance, the perfect disciple."

Seeing Liang Yichu's grief, the endless elders glanced at Lu Mingyang. Wasn't this an increase in other people's ambitions and their own prestige?

Lu Mingyang looked at the boundless brother's eyes, but also smiled helplessly.

At this moment, Zong hated playing.

It was just a shocking sight.

Zong hated the legs together, as if there was a problem with the legs. It's very difficult to walk on stage. The cute look made the elders endless, the old faces turned black, and some could not bear to look straight.

The missing face, Zongmen's face was discarded.

“The brothers who are uncorrupted, the appearance of this disciple in a pose, it was strange, a rare encounter in a millennium,” said Liang Yichu with a wide smile.

“Haha ..., does the man hurt?” Tianjiao disciple Jiu Zongzong, laughing one by one, pointed at Zong's hateful smile.

"This holy fruit is truly a talented person."

....

At this moment, Zong Tiantian felt that he could only relieve his pain by simply fusing his two legs together.

For Lin Shishu's method, Zong Hiantian has not experienced any differences at this time, except for the pain in*********, no bonuses.

But he believed that uncle would not lie to himself.

Lin Shishu said to himself.

By the time I stand with my legs straight, today will belong to my hatred.