Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

"You!" Guo Jinpeng opened his mouth, but there were still some words he couldn't say. Then he jumped and rolled neatly, leaving the edge of the ring.

Just now, half of Guo Jinpeng's left foot was hanging outside the ring.

Fang Lin won the third game.

Fang Lin showed a proud smile at this moment, but the pain from the bone cracks in his two wrists still made him sober.

In the fierce boxing just now, Fang Lin seemed evenly matched with Guo Jinpeng, but in fact, cracks appeared in the bones of his wrist and forearm. Fortunately, they separated in time, otherwise Fang Lin's arms would have been broken.

Fang Lin was more inclined to believe that he had a narrow victory just now, or even a draw.

Guo Jinpeng's arms were also numb, his muscles were extremely stiff, and he could not control them for a long time. Although there was no pain in his thick bones, they were not much better.

"You are really awesome, I underestimated you before."

Guo Jinpeng stared at Fang Lin seriously and spoke. While walking cautiously along the ring, he stared at Fang Lin, looking for an opportunity to take action.

"Humph, I told you a long time ago, don't be proud."

Fang Lin smiled lightly and deliberately talked trash. Also walk along the edge, ready to strike.

The audience was extremely excited at this moment, standing and applauding Fang Lin.

"It's amazing. Master Fang is simply my idol! The opponent is an Eight-Star Spiritual King boxer, but Master Fang surprisingly won the fight!"

"Guo Jinpeng, the Eight-Star Spiritual King, is nothing more than this. He will definitely not be able to win. Master Fang, come on!"

"This Fang Lin is going to win again. It seems that nothing can stop him from entering the top 100!"

On the main stage, when Chu Xiaotian saw this scene, he patted his thigh happily.

"As expected of me, I actually won this round!"

Chu Feng was startled, but after hearing what Chu Xiaotian said clearly, she was also happy for Fang Lin.

"Great! You don't have to worry about Fang Lin now."

but

Chu Xiaotian knew that it was too early to say this.

But Guo Pengcheng, Zheng Weiliang, Shangguan Hongyun and Mu Tianhe couldn't laugh. I originally thought that Guo Jinpeng would be able to crush Fang Lin to death, but now he lost two games in a row, giving Fang Lin the upper hand.

Zheng Weiliang was so angry that he slapped the seat hard.

"I don't believe it. I'm not willing to accept that this kid Fang Lin is so powerful! What will we do if he advances? Kill him. We must kill him."

"Elder Zheng, don't be impatient! Just wait and see what happens. Fang Lin is now a thorn in the side of the four major sects and two city lords. It is very difficult to survive to advance to the top 100."

Mu Lingzong couldn't help but speak to comfort him. This grumpy elder really gave him a headache, but he had a low status and couldn't say anything.

At the same time, on the stage, Guo Jinpeng stared at Fang Lin closely, not daring to underestimate him.

But he only has boxing skills and can only use his fists to deal with Fang Lin, and his future is unclear.

"Boy!"

Guo Jinpeng shouted loudly and saw the opportunity. The majestic fairy spirit burst out from the spot, and a silver cover instantly rose up and wrapped around Fang Lin.

Guo Jinpeng's confidence greatly increased in this familiar move. He grabbed the ground hard with both feet, and then punched the ground brazenly.

"It was this move that made me unable to stand. What did he want to do?"

Fang Lin frowned and felt a shaking under his feet. He quickly used Eagle Breaking the Sky to coordinate with Lingbo Bu, dodging constantly.

"Flash punch!"

Guo Jinpeng's attack was not over yet. He shouted, his fists collided directly, and a dazzling white light erupted.

Fang Lin's vision went dark, and it hurt extremely.

That is to say, they give up opening their eyes and rely only on their sensitive and direct ears and mental power to identify the movement in front of them.

"Ten thousand punches!" Guo Jinpeng was overjoyed when he saw this, and he was confident to perform another immortal skill.

Suddenly, a thousand hands appeared behind Guo Jinpeng, like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin, and then they clenched their fists and bombarded Fang Lin.

Boom! Boom!

A thousand hands kept blasting out white light, almost completely blocking Fang Lin's whereabouts.

Fang Lin stood still and finally took action. .??.

This scene focused everyone's attention. They didn't expect that Guo Jinpeng, now at the end of his rope, could still perform so many immortal skills in one breath.

"Although I support Master Fang, I have to say that this opponent is very strong."

"It's really strong. If anyone else had been Master Fang's opponent, he would have been beaten to death long ago."

"I wonder if Master Fang can survive this time."

"This young man is really powerful." Chu Xiaotian couldn't help but sigh, thinking in his mind how great it would be if such an eight-star spiritual king was recruited into the city lord's palace.

However, that's what Chu Xiaotian thought. We can't risk offending Fang Lin by accepting Guo Jinpeng.

"Fang Lin, you must persevere and not lose to the final blow."

Chu Feng couldn't help but continue to pray for Fang Lin. She couldn't understand the boxing on the stage and had no intention of watching it. She could only hope for the blessing of her gods.

But Guo Pengcheng, Zheng Weiliang, Shangguan Hongyun and Mu Tianhe couldn't say a word. Time was running out and they could only watch the game between Fang Lin and Guo Jinpeng without blinking.

I couldn't help but think about the serious consequences of losing Guo Jinpeng in my mind.

"You are strong, but it's a pity that I am stronger!"

Fang Lin sneered, but this time he didn't fight with him stupidly. Rather

He took out the Qingshuang Sword, turned his wrist, and let out a sharp sword intent.

The sword intent directly broke through Guo Jinpeng's ten thousand fists and silently cut Guo Jinpeng's throat.

The audience was shocked and saw Guo Jinpeng frozen in place.

Guo Jinpeng slowly tilted his neck back, and finally folded his neck in half, and his head dropped to his back.

The death was extremely miserable.

"You're so outrageous that you actually killed people!" Zheng Weiliang was so shocked that he left his seat. Seeing that such an outstanding young man died tragically under Fang Lin's sword, he couldn't help but be extremely angry.

Mu Lingzong was also shocked, "This Fang Lin's swordsmanship is so good. Is that his sword intention? He is indeed the direct disciple of Immortal Wuyou."

"Damn it! For such a powerful guy, no one can deal with him?"

Guo Pengcheng's face was extremely gloomy. He had already sent such a powerful master, but he couldn't kill Fang Lin. He had lost a genius. What would he do if he returned to his sect?

Shangguan Hongyun and Mu Tianhe looked at each other, Shangguan Hongyun couldn't even keep her elegant concubine lying down.

Hongyun, wearing thin clothes, showed off her curves, but her face looked shocked and worried.

"It turned out to be like this. It seems we can't do this again!"

"If we continue, all the masters in our two cities will be killed. Let's wait until we reach the top 100."

Mu Tianhe's expression was equally solemn. He originally thought that Guo Jinpeng would be foolproof, but he didn't expect that Fang Lin would even cut his neck.

It had to be said that this sword was really frightening, and he was not willing to let the masters of Guanyang City die.

"But after entering the top 100, how many of us can match him?"

Mu Tianhe couldn't answer this question. Even if there were forty or fifty disciples in the top hundred in Blood Moon City and Guanyang City, they still couldn't compete with one number one.