"Hehe, before that, should we fulfill our bet?" Han Luoyun said with a faint smile.

Hearing the speech, Yang Jianye burst into a wry smile, while Li Zhendong's face was gloomy.

"Alas, we all underestimated the forest." As Yang Jianye said, he found a treasure and asked his men to send it to Han Luoyun.

Han Luoyun smiled, accepted the treasure, and then looked at Li Zhendong.

"Master Li, won't you break your promise?" Han Luoyun smiled and said coldly.

Li Zhendong snorted. Although he was very unhappy, he could only recognize it by pinching his nose now.

Li Zhendong patted the Jiugong bag and also took out a treasure and threw it to Han Luoyun.

Han Luoyun waved his hand, and the treasure fell firmly into his hands.

"Thank you for the gift from Master Li." Han Luoyun said, but he didn't even look at the treasure and directly put it in his pocket. He didn't seem to care what Li Zhendong sent out.

Soon, the civil war between the Li family began.

"Fang Lin, be merciful later." Yang Wanshan stood beside Fang Lin, smiling at Lin.

Fang Lin smiled bitterly: "don't be ridiculous, the second prince. I hope you can save some face for me later. Don't let me lose too ugly."

Yang Wanshan laughed and patted Fang Lin on the shoulder. It seemed quite easy-going, but Fang Lin could still keenly perceive that Yang Wanshan was a very hypocritical person.

Dragon has nine sons, which are different. These sons of Yang Jianye naturally give Fang Lin different feelings.

Yang pojun, who is the most familiar, is a straightforward person. What's hard to say is that he has no intention and is a thorough martial artist.

Yang Jianfeng, the sixth prince, is a relatively easy-going person with a true temperament.

Yang Fengchi seemed a little arrogant, as if he didn't pay attention to anyone.

As for Yang Wanshan, he seems easy-going, but in fact, he has a lot of cunning and scheming in his eyes, which gives people a feeling of hypocrisy.

The civil war of the Li family was much more boring than expected. The young man of the Li family named Li Tong obviously did not do his best and was easily defeated by the Li Shengming.

People with clear eyes can see that this is what they have long negotiated. Li Shengming's strength is certainly above Li Tong, but if he plays seriously, it will not be so easy to win.

However, in order to keep Li Shengming's strength and not be found by others, Li Tong was easily defeated by Li Shengming and smoothly let Li Shengming compete for the substitute position.

Although it is not bright to do so, no one can say anything. After all, this is the result of the lottery. The Li family has a civil war, and they will fight as they want.

The next battle between Yang Wanshan and Fang Lin is the focus of attention. If one of the two wins, he will compete for the substitute position with Li Shengming.

In the eyes of the vast majority of people, Yang Wanshan's odds of victory are obviously higher than Fang Lin. after all, Yang Wanshan is the second prince of the state of Qian. In terms of strength, among many princes, he can rank in the top three.

And Fang Lin? Although his performance in the first round of screening was amazing and beyond everyone's expectation, everyone felt that he was taking pills. If he was true, he should not be Yang Wanshan's opponent.

Especially the royal family, they know more about Yang Wanshan's strength. Even Yang Xuanfeng, the eldest son of the emperor, is not so easy to defeat Yang Wanshan.

In the presence, I'm afraid no one is optimistic about Fang Lin except Han Luoyun.

Even Yang pojun, who is familiar with Fang Lin, doesn't think that Fang Lin can defeat Yang Wanshan. After all, he is also the prince, and Yang pojun has also competed with Yang Wanshan, which is also a knowledge of the root.

The two came to the center of the martial arts field, separated by dozens of steps from each other. No matter Yang Wanshan or Fang Lin, they didn't mean to underestimate each other.

"Fang Lin, be careful." Yang Wanshan gave a reminder, suddenly felt out a long sword with brilliant light, jumped lightly, and came straight to Fang Lin.

Fang Lin saw that the other party used weapons, but also did not leave his hand. As soon as he patted the Jiugong bag, the exaggerated big bone stick appeared in his hand.

Seeing that Fang Lin pulled out such a monster weapon, everyone was amazed. Yang Wanshan's eyes flashed for a moment, and with the same speed, he stabbed Fang Lin with a sword.

Fang Lin didn't move, and directly waved a big bone stick and hit it.

Keng!

The sound of metal and iron sounded, and Yang Wanshan was shocked. He felt his arm sink, and a strong force came from the other side.

At the next moment, Yang Wanshan stepped back several steps and almost didn't stand firm.

Fang Lin's face was expressionless, and he stepped on the Jiuchong sky footwork, and the big bone stick in his hand waved again with the sound of the breaking wind.

Yang Wanshan frowned and worked hard. His speed soared, and he suddenly escaped Fang Lin's big bone stick.

Then, Yang Wanshan appeared behind Fang Lin, and instead of using a sword, he punched Fang Lin in the back of the neck.

This is the weakness of the human body, but also the death point.

Although Yang Wanshan is insidious and hypocritical, he still cares about Han Luoyun's presence after all, so he can't hit hard, so he wants to punch Fang Lin on the back neck, so that Fang Lin can temporarily lose his action power.

However, he obviously underestimated Fang Lin's reaction. Before Yang Wanshan's fist fell, Fang Lin suddenly turned around and blew out the same punch.

Bang!

When the two fists collided, Yang Wanshan was full of confidence. This punch contained enough internal strength, and he believed that Fang Lin could not follow in a hurry.

"What? How is this possible?"

"The second prince fell into the wrong hands!"

"Is that Fang Lin so interested?"

···

But the result surprised Yang Wanshan and everyone.

Yang Wanshan's body involuntarily backed up and staggered, and his left hand was numb. On the contrary, Fang Lin was still standing still, not even frowning.

At this moment, Gao Xia immediately saw it.

Yang Wanshan was angry and angry. He regretted why he didn't use the sword just now. At present, he was ruthless and didn't worry about anything anymore.

He Yang Wanshan wants to win! Win Fang Lin, then win Li Shengming, and win the bench. With such an opportunity, he can have a lot of capital in competing for the crown prince.

Therefore, Yang Wanshan absolutely wants to defeat Fang Lin. if he loses here, he will have no ability to compete for the crown prince with other princes in the future.

"Eat my sword!" Yang Wanshan roared, and the long sword in his hand flew out, just like a water dragon, flying straight to Fang Lin.

Fang Lin's eyes were slightly frozen, and the big bone stick was fast and fierce, and hit the flying sword sideways.

However, Fang Lin himself felt bad. The flying sword contained a very sharp sword spirit, which cut several blood marks on Fang Lin's right hand.