You have a good chance, I accept it.

"Brother Huang Wen, you're done, it's my turn now."

Ye Lin smiled at Huang Wen. Huang Wen's strength was just like that. He didn't even use the power of rules. He just smiled faintly at his bleeding arm.

This shot still caused him a little injury, but it was not a big problem.

"Brother, be careful, the Falling Saint Fist."

As soon as he heard the news, Ye Lin stomped hard on the ring under his feet. The whole person rushed towards Huang Wen like an arrow from a string. The whole person turned into a residual shadow. Ordinary people could not catch his trace at all.

Before Huang Wen raised his gun to resist, Ye Lin had already arrived in front of Huang Wen.

Huang Wen stood there with a dull face, as if he was scared silly by Ye Lin.

This punch of Ye Lin carried the power of heaven and earth. Ye Lin directly took the power of heaven and earth around him as his own. He could not feel the slightest bit of power at all.

Even the stars in the sky could not respond.

Seeing Huang Wen like this, Ye Lin immediately stopped his strength, and his fist stopped steadily in front of Huang Wen's face, and the wind from his fist made Huang Wen's hair fly.

Snap.

The spear in Huang Wen's hand had fallen to the ground unconsciously, but he seemed not to notice it, and looked at Ye Lin with a pair of lifeless eyes.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

Ye Lin put away his fist, the golden light was restrained, and the whole person returned to his original state.

"No... It's okay."

Huang Wen picked up the spear and walked off the ring in a daze. He believed that he did not belong to anyone, and he often had exchanges with other inner disciples of Fantian Holy Land.

Most of the time he won, and even if he lost, he would not lose so outrageously, which led to his self-confidence.

So what if those so-called true disciples were powerful? So what if they had special physiques? He believed that he did not belong to anyone.

But this self-confidence was shattered by Ye Lin's two punches. If this was a life-and-death battle, he would have died twice.

He didn't know how he left. When he came to his senses, he had already left the island.

"Now I know the gap between the prodigies."

Huang Wen looked back at the island, smiled bitterly and shook his head, then turned and left.

His back was so desolate and so desolate.

"First game, Ye Lin wins."

Then, Jiang Wen announced the result of the game, and the prodigies around him looked at Ye Lin with admiration.

Ye Lin's fighting power was far beyond their expectations. Huang Wen was not an ordinary earthly immortal cultivator. Despite this, he was still defeated by Ye Lin with two punches.

Ye Lin was extremely relaxed and comfortable throughout the whole process, as if he had not yet used his full strength.

"Brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters, I wonder if anyone else will come up to challenge me? Let me make it clear first, I only accept challenges from the middle stage of earthly immortals. I can't defeat the late stage of earthly immortals."

Ye Lin smiled and clasped his fists towards the prodigies around him, and his words attracted a burst of laughter.

"I think, Junior Brother Ye Lin is still too low-key. With his strength, even the late stage of Earthly Immortal can't challenge him."

"Yes, Junior Brother is still too low-key."

Listening to the teasing around him, Ye Lin stood on the stage and smiled without saying a word.

Strength is everything. Only when you are strong will people welcome you. If you are weak, you are not even a dog on the side of the road.

"Hahaha, can't be a dull occasion, let me see Junior Brother Ye Lin's high skills."

"Junior Brother, I am the personal disciple of the third elder of the inner sect of Qingyun Sect, Li Feng, please teach me."

A young man came to Ye Lin with two long swords on his back and saluted with a fist.

"Hello, Senior Brother"