But for Yang Teng, this is obviously not a dream.

Still in the process of retreating, he tried his best to avoid the vital points, and some hideous wounds were torn out of his body.

"Lin Yun, who do you think will win?"

At this moment, the white silk in Qingmu Pavilion among the four groups suddenly opened his mouth and asked Lin Yun.

When it came to the knockout round, all the players in the mixed group were gathered together. When Bai Ling opened her mouth, many people looked at Lin Yun.

For example, Feng Wudao, Fang Hanluo, and even Yan Ziqing and Qiying Juechen looked at him with interest.

The geniuses are everywhere. This is Bai Ling's eyesight and a provocation. Many people are curious about how Lin Yun will respond.

Lin Yun glanced lightly and said calmly: "You first."

Bai Ling smiled coldly and pondered: "After three moves, Ye Qingfeng will fall into a passive position and will definitely lose."

After the words came, he looked at Lin Yun provocatively, full of sarcasm, mocking Lin Yun and dared not make a judgment first.

His argument was quite novel. After all, Yang Teng was at a disadvantage on the field, and it seemed extremely difficult to deal with it.

However, most of the leaders present nodded secretly. Bai Ling’s words made sense. Yang Teng seemed to be embarrassed, but in fact his composition was not messy, and his sword posture was constantly accumulating.

As long as you support three more moves, you will be able to counterattack, and the majestic sword force may even defeat Ye Qingfeng in an instant.

"Within two moves, Yang Teng will definitely lose."

Lin Yun said casually.

"The only thing is that, your eyesight is not good, and it's a bit bad."

Bai Ling seemed to be smiling, stretched out her index finger and shook it, and said with a little disdain.
Chapter completed!