"It's him..." At this moment, Zong hates the sky and looks at the figure that Jiu Zongzong stood up. His look changed.

"Who is he?" Lin Fan asked.

"He is a Tianjiao disciple of Jiuyi Zong. He is very powerful. He used to see it once in the past when he was forbidden. It is very strong." Zong Huantian is now somewhat out of heart.

I didn't pay attention to it at first, but now I heard the name, but I remembered it.

In the first game, Shengzong defeated, and it had an impact on Zongmen's momentum. The original Zongtian was thinking of his second game, winning a game and stabilizing the momentum. But now I can see the situation, I am afraid it is not that simple.

"You brothers, I didn't win." At this moment, Qiu natural bowed his head and looked a little low. Obviously, he lost himself and was worried about himself. At the same time, he felt helpless in his first game.

"Teacher, don't blame yourself. I am afraid that only the uncle can fight against him. You can have the courage to fight with him. It is the biggest victory." Zong Tiantian said.

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

Zong hates to nod and no confidence in this.

Lin Fan looked at the wind and laughter on the side of the Jiu Zong sect. It is difficult to win this game with the strength of Zong Huantian, and the chances are very small.

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

What's special.

Lin Fan’s appearance is more and more enthusiasm. This holy sect is stunned. How to compare it with other sects is weak.

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

If this is not a mistake, I am afraid that in the Tianjiao disciples, it is invincible.

Even if this salary is afraid, it is not an opponent. Nowadays, this is a mistake, and it is tamed by oneself and cannot participate in the competition. Naturally no one can crush each other.

"No brothers, this wind laughs spirit is not as good as my disciple, but in Zongmen that is also one of the best patriots, I am afraid that your disciples are also losing their lives." Liang Yichu said with a smile.

Seeing the lord in the endless, seeing the patriarch's look gentle and calm, did not affect the disciples because they lost the game, but also sighed. "Whoever loses and wins, maybe it is easy, Yichu brother, can not turn over the ship in the gully." ”

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

....

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

"Three layers." Zong hates to hesitate for a moment, and finally gave the greatest possibility.

Zong Hiantian is not a modest person. If he wins, he will not be so worried, but the key point is that he is really not sure now.

In the forbidden land, Zong Huantian did not deal with it, but he saw the other party's shot and naturally knew how strong the other party could be.

"Uncle Shu, you can make you win, but you have to suffer a bit." Now this finale, although it is his own, but this loses two games, I am afraid that something is wrong, anyway, also come to a draw what.

"Uncle Shi, as long as I can win, I can suffer from any bitterness." This moment, I hate watching Lin Fan with excitement. As long as I can win, even if it is a bitter, he can bear it.

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

Other Tianjiao disciples, although they did not understand what Lin Shishu meant, but they eventually listened to their command and surrounded Lin Fan and Zong Huantian to prevent the outside world from seeing the situation inside.

At this moment, Lin Fan tears off his sleeves. "Come, stuff it in your mouth, don't shout it out."

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

"Trick or Treat" has two functions. The first effect is that people lose their combat power instantly. Another effect is that the critical blow is insufficient, and the other party is 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 hates to see Lin Shushu's look so serious, and finally took a few deep breaths, put the sleeves in his mouth, then nodded heavily, indicating Lin Shishu.

"Lin Fan said.

Zong Hiantian did not hesitate, and immediately opened his legs.

At this moment, Lin Fan’s look gave a slight change, and his eyes gazed at the crotch of Zong’s hate.

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

Zong hate Tian’s forehead slightly oozing a trace of sweat. These sweats are not because of pain, but the heart is too nervous at the moment. He doesn’t know what Lin Shishu is going to do to himself.

What methods should be used to keep yourself steady?

But looking at the serious expression of Lin Shishu, he knows that this method must not be simple.

"Well, hold back." At this moment, Lin Fan's eyes flashed in the blink of an eye, and the broken grandchildren carried the supreme power, smashed the layers of void, and slammed into the crotch of Zong Hiantian.

"boom……."

At this moment, the dull voice sounded, and the body of Zong Hiantian trembled fiercely, as if the whole person had suffocated.

Zong hate Tian's original slightly ruddy face, suddenly turned red, the neck of the blue veins burst, the eyes are covered with layers of blood, even the breathing began to change quickly.

Zong hates the time to take out the sleeves in the mouth, then the legs are close together, the body is slightly distorted, and the mouth is open, as if there is a lot to say, but the pain can not even say a word.

"Well, hold back, hold on to this gas, rush up, and pour the other side." Lin Fan knows that Zong Tiantian must be very painful at the moment, but since he wants to win, he must hold back.

"Please bring the two to the stage." The ordinary elder shouted.

Feng Xiaoling's mouth carries a smile, and the graceful fluttering on the stage, the long hair fluttering, the face is handsome, the **** are a bullet, and the folding fan in the hand is silently opened.

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

Although the Shengzong female disciple is going to cheer for the Zongmen, she is now obsessed with seeing this as a male god.

"Good boy." Lu Mingyang sat on the stage and could not help but sigh.

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

Looking at Liang Yichu’s sorrowfulness, the endless elders glanced at Lu Mingyang. Isn’t this a rise in other people’s ambitions and their own prestige?

Lu Mingyang looked at the eyes of the infinite brother, but also smiled helplessly.

At this time, Zong hated to play.

It’s just a shocking scene.

Zong hates the legs together, as if there were problems with the legs. It was very difficult to walk to the stage. The funny look made the endless elders, the old face black, and some could not bear to look straight.

Lost face, Zongmen’s face was thrown away.

"Theless brothers, this disciple's appearance in the pose, it is strange, a rare encounter in the millennium." Liang Yichu said with a big smile.

"Haha..., is that guy sick?" Jiu Zongzong’s Tianjiao disciples, laughing one by one, pointing to Zong’s hateful smile.

"This holy sacred fruit is really a talented person."

....

At this moment, Zong Tiantian feels that he can only relieve his pain by only holding his legs together.

For Lin Shishu's method, Zong Hiantian has not experienced any difference at this moment, except for the pain in the crotch, there is no bonus.

But he believes that the uncle will not lie to himself.

Lin Shishu told himself.

At the moment when I stand straight legs, this day will belong to my hate.