Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

After making a call and asking Shen Ke to do it for him, he booked a ticket to Chucheng for tonight.

Fang Lin locked himself in the villa and practiced until dusk.

His cultivation level has now reached the peak of the third level of Huilong Jue, and he is only one chance away from breaking through to the fourth level of Huilong Jue.

Even in how he practices, the speed at which his cultivation improves has not changed much.

In the evening, Fang Lin finished his work and contacted Tieniu and Yu Yang, and the three of them rushed to the airport from different directions.

After chatting with Shen Ke at the airport for a while, he boarded the plane and arrived at Chucheng Airport at eleven o'clock in the evening.

Wei Tingxuan had already sent a car to greet Fang Lin and others.

After getting in the car and arriving at the hotel, Fang Lin asked about the situation. After making sure that nothing happened here, he locked himself in the house again and practiced.

Everyone knew how much pressure Fang Lin was under now, so they didn't bother him.

There was no talking all night, and in the early morning of the next day, everyone from Handong Province and Lingnan Province gathered in the hotel restaurant early. After having breakfast, they rushed to Longhu Mountain together. .??.

When they were about to arrive at Longhu Mountain, Master Pu Hui sent a text message to Fang Lin.

Huaxia Mansion's efforts in the capital have fully involved the Fuxi Protoss. There should not be too many external factors interfering with this meeting between the three provinces, so Fang Lin should take care.

Fang Lin replied with a thank you, and after putting down his phone, his eyes gradually became firm.

Longhu Peak, Xuanwu Temple.

Today, no tourists are accepted here, and it is kept spotless by the Taoist priests from Xuanwu Temple.

In the back mountain martial arts arena, tables, chairs and benches were set up according to the three parties' forces, and melons, fruits, and peaches were placed on the tables to entertain distinguished guests.

When Fang Lin and others' vehicle arrived at Longhu Mountain and headed towards the top of the mountain, Taoist Master Zhou, who received the news, led a group of disciples to stand outside the gate, waiting to greet them.

Today is bound to be a bloody battle, but the host's etiquette must not be lost.

When the convoy of Fang Lin and others arrived at the entrance of the gymnasium, and everyone got off the car one after another, Daochang Zhou immediately greeted them.

Come, bow to me, and say loudly: "Principal Taoist, together with the audience disciples of Xuanwu, welcome you all."

Qi Zejiang, An Ruishan, Du Peimin and others also returned the gift with clasped fists.

"Everyone, please come in." Taoist priest Zhou returned the greeting again and invited everyone to file in.

It was also the first time for Fang Lin to enter Xuanwu Temple. When he walked into Xuanwu Temple, he felt that it was full of age and elegance everywhere.

It's just that the aura emanating from it seems a bit cold.

Fang Lin snorted coldly when he thought of the inextricable connection between Xuanwu Guanren's behavior and the Fuxi Divine Clan.

Taoist priest Zhou, who was walking in front, glanced back at Fang Lin and asked with a sneer: "Donor Fang looks at me, what objections do you have?"

"Why be so pretentious?"

Fang Lin waved his hand lightly and said: "Hurry up to the venue and start quickly. I don't want to stay here for long."

Daochang Zhou sneered: "You can rest assured about this. Even if you want to stay for a long time, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it."

For a moment, the atmosphere became tense.

However, no one felt uncomfortable or surprised. After all, today was about fighting.

The two sides have long been irreconcilable, and it doesn't matter whether they are at odds or not.

Walking all the way through the courtyard corridor, we came to the martial arts field in the back mountain of Xuanwu Temple.

On the high platform directly north of the martial arts arena, Yao Chengjun had already sat down, his whole body upright and full of momentum!

His eyes were flashing with arrogance, and when he saw Fang Lin and others showing up, his eyes quickly looked among Fang Lin and others.

After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Fang Lin, where is Long Ya!"

Fang Lin smiled softly, shrugged and said, "Don't worry, we're already here."

General Yao Chengjun glanced at everyone again with suspicion, and said coldly: "Are you sure, he's here?"

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Fang Lin said softly: "I will naturally let you see him later."

Yao Chengjun shouted: "That's the best! I hope you understand that if you lie to me, I won't let you see Yu Fei for the last time!"

After that, he added with a sneer: "After all, I have prepared two good coffins for you and Longya! We can't let it go to waste."

Fang Lin said coldly: "I have also prepared three coffins for your Xuanwu Temple!"

"It's a shameless statement." Yao Chengjun snorted coldly, pointed to the tables on the left and right, and said: "After all, the meeting between the three provinces is a decent thing, so we should at least be polite before fighting.

Everyone, please take a seat first. Don't say that I, Xuanwu Temple, am not giving good hospitality. "

As the leader of Chuzhou Province, the talker of the Sihai Consortium, and the former military leader, Yao Chengjun showed his domineering power at this moment.

Whether it is Qi Zejiang and others from Handong Province, or Du Peimin and others from Lingnan Province, they have long been accustomed to it.

In front of them, Yao Chengjun did have the qualifications to be domineering.

People from Handong Province and Lingnan Province were divided into two sides and took their seats.

However, all of them were top dignitaries from the three provinces and had no interest in the tea, melons and fruits on the table.

So after sitting down, after just a few simple conversations, everyone stopped and remained silent.

"Since no one is in the mood to reminisce, let's get down to business."

Yao Chengjun looked around at the crowd and clapped his hands. A little Taoist priest came out holding a tray.

Yao Chengjun said: "My little nephew, there are nine stones on the tray in his hand. Each stone is marked with three marks: one, two, and three. Later, the nine combatants from the three parties will take turns. Draw lots to determine the order of appearance.

The rules of the competition are very simple. The person who draws No. 1 will be the first to go on stage to fight. The loser will retire, and the winner will stay on the stage.

Wait until all players on the 1st team have finished playing, and then the player on the 2nd team will go out.

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Whichever team remains at the end will be the winner of this three-province meeting, and the losing team entering the finals will be the second place in this three-province meeting. "

Fang Lin frowned immediately!

The rules of this competition are very different from the rules of previous meetings between the three provinces!

He said coldly: "Then if the three of us from Handong Province are all drawn to No. 1, is it possible that the three of us from Handong Province will have to fight among themselves first, leaving only one person?"

Yao Chengjun laughed loudly: "President Fang is indeed young and promising. That's what I mean by the rules I set."

Fang Lin raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not like you don't know that I can see the stones under the silk cloth. Do you think this method will be useful to me?"

Yao Chengjun said: "Of course I know President Fang's ability, but you can try it and use your ability to see through this red silk cloth."

Fang Lin was not afraid. He ran his skills and looked towards the tray in the little Taoist's hand.

However, what surprised Fang Lin was that his unrivaled clairvoyance could not see through the ordinary-looking piece of red silk covering the tray.

The corner of Yao Chengjun's mouth curled up slightly: "Can't you see it? How can you see through what I, Yao Chengjun, have prepared so easily? Why don't you let Long Ya come out and try it?"

Fang Lin collected the technique and knew in his heart that the red silk cloth must be some kind of magic weapon.

"Stop talking nonsense and let's get started." Fang Lin stood up impatiently and moved his wrist.

Seeing him stand up, Tieniu and Yu Yang also stood up.

On the other side of Lingnan Province, Zhang Shuowu, Liu Qingcheng, and Su Qingqing, three senior brothers and sisters, also stood up one after another.

Yao Chengjun understood that these six people were the next participants in the meeting between the three provinces!

However, where is the figure of Longya?

Yao Chengjun suddenly stood up, his face was cold, and he gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "Where on earth is Long Ya!"