I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The nine towers of the fairy tower.

A ray of sunlight penetrated the enchantment and fell into the tower from outside the tower. Outside the tower was a bright blue sky and white clouds, but there was a burst of frost in the tower.

An Lin looked at the gray robe man 50 meters away from the front. His skin was pale and his eyes were long and narrow. There was a cold moon floating behind him, and there was a hidden murder in the cold.

Anlin can feel that this man's breath has reached the level of the late return to the virtual, it is obvious that this is the top fairy who has already realized the Shinto mood!

The man’s face showed a hint of smile, nodded slightly, and said with a rather soft voice: “Hello, I didn’t expect that there was such a stunning genius on the campus. I only reached the school in school. In the mid-term realm, it is no wonder that I can come to the 92nd floor. I am Fang Yi, and I am taking the road of frost."

Anlin heard a word: "Do you still speak?"

Fang Yi nodded: "I have already stepped out of my own way, so fighting God can also be integrated into one of my true meanings and self-awareness. This is why I can pass on the battle and teach you. It is a pity, This is not a means of longevity, there will be a time of demise..."

"Hello, my senior, I am Anlin." An Lin heard a respectful speech.

Fang Yi's face smiled and nodded. "Good, then Anlin Xiaoyou, can we start? As long as you beat me and cheer me up, I can consider teaching you a trick and a half."

An Lin’s face was slightly pumped. Before he spoke, how could the style change suddenly?

However, he is no longer in ink, and when he steps, the power of the body of the **** of war begins to emanate from the body.

"Oh? This breath is strong and powerful, and there is a great consummation of strength..." Fang Yi's face has a surprised look. He waved with one hand, and the space of hundreds of meters was suddenly filled with endless moonlight.

The power of Yuehua is faintly white, and it seems to be integrated with the whole space, and it is completely impossible to disperse with external force.

Anlin felt that a very cold cold began to hit the whole body.

The power of Yuehua is high, but it is like a shadow.

Anlin knew that he couldn't sit still, and the wind wing stretched behind him, slamming toward Fang Yi.

However, when Anlin had some action, the secret silver and white with death died flashing somewhere in the air, hitting his heart in an instant!

"Hey!" The edge seemed to hit something extremely hard, and it seemed to collapse like a splash of water.

Fang Yi’s face changed, and the frosty moon behind him was shining. But at this time, An Lin had already rushed to him, and the earth lotus spirit was fully motivated, and the force of the fists covering the earth slammed down!

Bang!

The golden ripples oscillated and even the air began to distort. Fang Yi’s barrier composed of Yuehua was instantly broken.

"Oh..." He vomited out of his blood and flew toward the back.

An Lin was shocked, and the fighting gods would even vomit blood?

Fang Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at An Lin with a look of horror: "You are very strong! I didn't expect that the heavenly court appeared like you, I want to use my strongest trick!"

When he finished, he suddenly smashed a strange ancient seal with his hands, and the frosty moon behind him suddenly split into two, two divided into four... the non-stop division, and finally the dense frosty moon covered the void.

The endless chill of Ling Xiao is stirring in the void, making people suffocate.

Shinto, the frosty month!

Anlin saw that this battle was finally sucking a cold breath and his legs were soft.

He has intensive phobia.

At the time when countless frosts fell, the flame marks appeared on the forehead of Anlin, and the fire feathers floated on the side of the body.

He made a bowing gesture with one hand and a finger to Fang Yi.

Star magic inflammation, big sun inflammation, lunar inflammation, virtual air inflammation, four kinds of fire began to gather into a long arrow.

This is the combination of the real fire and the four magical fires.

Booming...

Anlin’s body was drowned under the endless frosty bombardment.

However, a red arrow with a sharp arrow like a star, the arrow is like a yang, but it is a horrible frosty cold moon, which pulls out a trajectory like a meteor in the void, and directly penetrates the heart of Fang Yi!

When Yuehua dissipated, Fang Yi looked at the hole in his heart with a shocked face, and his face was incredible.

After a few seconds of silence, he returned to God and muttered to himself: "I lost it? And the loss is so crisp and neat?"

An Lin’s figure also appeared in front of him, making him even more unbelievable.

Although Anlin's clothes were ragged, but in the absence of defense, he ate a shot of his strongest technique, leaving no trace of scars on his skin!

"Oh..." Fang Yi sucked a big sigh of cold. "What kind of flesh is this?"

Anlin glanced at the heart of Fang Yi’s hole, and the faintly unstable body. Without answering Fang Yi’s words, he scratched his head and said: “Is this, have I won?”

Fang Yi pulled his mouth and said: "Of course, you won this battle! Heaven can have such outstanding talents, and you can become more brilliant in the future!"

“The predecessors have won the prize.” Anlin said with some expectation, “That... the inheritance of the combat law...”

"Oh, my combat method will not give you." Fang Yi waved his hand and opened his mouth.

Anlin’s look was a little bit, and some confused: “Why?”

He clearly has defeated Fang Yi, and he is still so defeated, how can he not inherit? !

"This is the case. I mean, you beat me and cheered me up. I only shared my battle heritage with you..." Fang Yi pointed to his chest and continued. "But you, one. I solved the battle in an instant! I haven't picked it up yet, it's finished, just like a three-second real man, you said where I am cool?"

An Lin’s body swayed a little, and a **** old blood was on his chest.

His mouth was wide open, as if he had got it wrong.

too fast? Didn't you cool?

Is this explanation also OK? The reason for this rejection is too fresh and refined. !

Outside the Fairy Tower, students who are concerned about the battle of Anlin are also embarrassed.

The conversation between Fang Yi and An Lin, they can naturally hear it. Therefore, the image of the stalwart on the top of the heavenly sky seems to have broken signs...

"Is this what the top Tianxian should say?"

"Shocked! Campus genius roars 92 layers ~ www.readwn.com ~ did not get the inheritance, the reason is actually because it is too fast!"

"I have a heartache for Anlin students for a minute. For this reason, I want to vomit blood."

"It seems that it is not a good thing to be too strong. People can’t stand it..."

......

Fang Yi saw that Ann Lin’s face was lost, and his heart was finally better.

Such a powerful body, such a horrible technique, and what is his battle inheritance? !

Learning is also white, after all, art is not much.

Through the battle, he also knows that Anlin's level of technique is obviously stronger, so why should he waste his power to pass it on to him... It is better to keep the strength to the students who come later.

Of course, these words can't be said in person, otherwise he will return to the late Tianxian, where the face will be.

Fang Yi smiled and comforted: "An Lin Xiaoyou, you should not be disappointed, your strength is very strong, there is bound to be a chance to get a better battle heritage. I think you can challenge the higher layer of Xianling Tower, such as ninety-five Layer, 96 layers..."

At this time, Bai Zhong has appeared in front of An Lin: "Congratulations to An Lin, you have successfully passed the ninety-two layer trial, which layer do you choose below?"

He also watched the battle of Anlin and had a better understanding of the strength of Anlin. It is precisely because of this that the contempt in his heart is gone, and the look of Anlin is a bit more curious and expectant.

"I want to challenge the ninety-eighth floor!" Anlin thought, and he didn't want to.

He felt that he was still too low-key. He had no choice but to choose a 92-layer layer. He worked hard to make a small BOSS. This is not as difficult as choosing from the beginning. He is not afraid of anyone in the day!

Bai Zhong: "..., good!"

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