You have a good chance, I accept it.

[Ye Lin] looked at Li Xiaoyao with a gloomy face. He didn't pay attention and acted hastily just now, and he paid a painful price for it. Li Xiaoyao's strength is indeed extraordinary.

"You dare to say that I am a fake when you can't even beat Xiaoyao? Wait until you can beat Xiaoyao, then you will be qualified to talk to me."

"I never debate with others, because that will only waste time. What I like is to see the truth under my hands."

Ye Lin shook his head and mocked [Ye Lin] in front of him.

He couldn't even beat Li Xiaoyao, so where did he get the courage to pretend to be himself?

And he looked smug, really don't know where the confidence came from.

After Ye Lin's voice fell, Gu Dufeng and Du Zun also calmed down. Indeed, since they knew Ye Lin, they also knew Ye Lin's style of doing things.

That is, Ye Lin doesn't like nonsense, he only takes action.

And judging from the style of doing things, this guy in front of him is indeed not like the Ye Lin they know.

Now it has been roughly determined that this guy should be a fake.

Trying to replace Ye Lin in this way, do you really think they are fools or Ye Lin is a fool?

This method is too contemptuous, isn't it?

"You really deserve to die."

[Ye Lin] looked at Li Xiaoyao with hatred, and then slowly pulled out the Emperor Blood Drinking Sword from behind.

After seeing the Emperor Blood Drinking Sword in that guy's hand, Ye Lin raised his eyebrows. Good guy, this guy is well prepared, even the Emperor Blood Drinking Sword is out.

It can be seen that the person behind him is very thoughtful. I'm afraid he has been planning for this for a long time, right?

"Die."

[Ye Lin] fought with Li Xiaoyao holding the Emperor Blood Drinking Sword, but Li Xiaoyao could be said to be unrejected, receiving the long sword with his fist, and not losing the upper hand.

This scene made the people around secretly shake their heads. Such a weak person should not be Ye Lin.

Ye Lin hugged his arms and watched this scene with interest. Li Xiaoyao was in his guess, but fate specially arranged to deal with Lu Cang.

Li Xiaoyao is a person who can fight Lu Cang head-on, unless the fake in front of him has the strength comparable to Lu Cang.

Since he already has the strength comparable to Lu Cang, why does he still pretend to be himself? Isn't it better to be the master of the house?

"Damn, how can this guy be so strong?"

[Ye Lin] was more shocked as he fought. How could Li Xiaoyao be so strong? His fists were like iron fists, and every punch he threw could shake the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang in his hand.

What's more, this guy's fists were intact when he resisted the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang. How could this be possible?

Using the power of the flesh to resist the supreme weapon?

Even the Shenlong clan, which is famous for its defense, can't resist the supreme weapon with the flesh in the realm of true immortals, right?

Isn't this a bit too unreasonable?

"Is this all your strength?"

Li Xiaoyao forced [Ye Lin] to retreat with a punch, and said with a puzzled face.

He had fought with Ye Lin before. Although Ye Lin's physical body was not as good as his, he could fight him with bare hands.

And what about this guy in front of him? He was not as good as himself with a first-grade supreme weapon in his hand. Where did this guy come from?

"He really deserves to die."

Hearing Li Xiaoyao's murderous words, [Ye Lin]'s face became even gloomier.

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder Sword Art, Thunder Falls."

As [Ye Lin] turned the Emperor Shang Blood Drinking Sword in his hand, the sky above his head was covered with dark clouds, and thunder as thick as buckets flowed freely in it.