Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Fang Lin smiled slightly, this was his moment of success.

"Please enlighten me!"

Mu Shiming smiled, mobilized 50% of his strength, golden light burst out from his fist, and punched Fang Lin boldly.

"Young man, be careful."

But what Ling Mu Shiming didn't expect was that Fang Lin directly blocked the attack. .??.

Immediately, Fang Lin actually waved his fist at Mu Shiming, an ordinary-looking fist.

"Young man, you are going to be hurt."

Injuries are commonplace and the mother of success. Mu Shiming decided to kill Fang Lin's arrogance, so he immediately avoided Fang Lin, and then punched this one.

Boom!

The two fists collided, and a rapid wave of air was launched directly.

Mu Shiming actually felt some pain in his fist, and even his bones were shaking.

"What a strong fist!"

Mu Shiming suddenly grinned. Then a violent storm of fists came down on Fang Lin.

Fang Lin knew that Mu Shiming was testing his true identity, so he caught all the punches and just pretended to be out of breath.

"The commander's physical skills are very strong!"

Fang Lin flattered him appropriately, and as expected, Mu Shiming smiled happily.

Mu Shiming patted Fang Lin on the shoulder happily.

"Young man, you are very good. You can definitely stay! Now put on your new clothes and go practice in the formation!"

"The fairy spirit there is very strong. Practicing there will get twice the result with half the effort. You have to seize the opportunity."

"yes!"

Agree.

It was just practice, and Fang Lin didn't have much interest. As long as he can run the exercises, he can practice quickly.

Mu Shiming thought about it and decided to give Fang Lin a chance.

"One more thing, young man, as long as you can defeat ten people in a row, you can enter directly

Guards. If you swear allegiance to the Murong family again, you can enter the Murong family's Immortal Skill Pavilion and obtain an immortal skill that is at least a saint level. "

Joining a big family like the Murong family actually has such benefits.

Fang Lin couldn't help but yearn for holy-level immortal skills. It only takes ten fights, it’s like picking it up for free.

Moreover, it was broad daylight, and Fang Lin had no way to sneak into Murong's house safely, so he had to wait until night.

"I will definitely live up to the commander's teachings!"

Fang Lin immediately agreed.

Mu Shiming nodded happily, "Go!"

So Fang Lin came to the square, where large and small barriers were erected. Many people were practicing in the square, while a small number of people competed in the small barriers, working in pairs.

As soon as Fang Lin entered the square, there were many contemptuous looks.

"Hmph, a seven-star true immortal dares to come up here! It's really embarrassing."

"That's right, the Seven-Star True Immortal is the lowest level person. How can such a person be recruited?"

Murong Tuwu and Murong Tuwen were wearing the clothes of the Murong family. They looked like human beings, but they were very snobbish.

This sentence immediately attracted the attention of a group of mid-level true immortals dressed as guards next to them. They were all four-, five-, and six-star true immortals, and were weaker than Fang Lin. You can imagine how much discrimination they had suffered.

Qian Mingshi and Wang Zixuan were sitting in the crowd and glanced at Fang Lin. Except that Fang Lin was young and confident, they didn't feel anything special.

Qian Mingshi also sympathized with Fang Lin very much. Coming here was like suffering.

Fang Lin, on the other hand, ignored all this and turned a deaf ear to the taunts of Murong Tuwu and Murong Tuwen.

Soon, Fang Lin walked towards a barrier.

"Haha, who of you dare to come in?

Challenge me! I have already defeated four, and I will be able to add one more, and I will soon be able to join the escort team and enter the Immortal Skill Pavilion. "

Liu Zhiqiang, a big muscular man in the barrier, was shouting with open arms. He had just defeated a weak immortal cultivator and was extremely arrogant.

The weakling immortal cultivator crawled out miserably, feeling ashamed because he received so many looks.

Murong Tuwu and Murong Tuwen also sneered.

"Hmph, you're just an eight-star cultivator. He just defeated a few losers and thinks he's invincible. It's ridiculous." .??.

"That's right. People outside really have no vision. It will only be embarrassing for such scum to join our Murong family!"

The two of them had no interest in going over to take a look, they just took a glance.

But what surprised them was that Fang Lin actually walked in.

"The new trash has gotten in. It seems like birds of a feather flock together, and trash wants to be with trash."

"That's right!"

The two laughed loudly and then stopped asking any more questions.

Fang Lin ignored the unusual looks from others and entered the barrier directly.

Liu Zhiqiang was surprised when he saw that he was a young man with seven stars.

"You are sure to come in, I am an Eight-Star True Immortal, you are no match for me!"

Fang Lin directly spread his hands and looked at him coldly, "So, you can't make a move!"

"Bah!" Liu Zhiqiang did not expect that Fang Lin, a young junior, would not give him any face. He spat, then clenched his fists and prepared to beat Fang Lin violently.

"Come!"

The person in charge of counting made a note and announced the start.

"You can only hurt people, but you can't cause irreparable injuries, and you can't kill people. Otherwise, you will die!"

Fang Lin nodded in agreement, but he didn't expect that the Murong family had some humanity.

Fang Lin was ready to use physical training to fight.

It's better not to reveal his true identity when he first arrives.

"Boy, you have to be careful!"

Liu Zhiqiang sneered, feeling that Fang Lin was a wolf-hearted guy, arrogant and unworthy of sympathy. So he waved his fists as big as sandbags, stamped his feet on the ground, and rushed over.

Bang bang bang!

The ground kept shaking. This turned out to be an automatic shock wave impact.

When the opponent cannot stand still, Liu Zhiqiang will use his fists to solve the problem.

Fang Lin felt refreshed. He didn't expect that he could improve his combat experience at Murong's house. It was an unexpected surprise.

"Pai Shan Zhang!"

Fang Lin snorted coldly and caught Liu Zhiqiang's fist with one palm, which was just a formality after receiving a few moves. The last palm shot knocked Liu Zhiqiang out of the barrier.

Liu Zhiqiang was very surprised to find that he was outside the barrier and then fell to the ground with severe pain in his abdomen.

"How is it possible? He just has ordinary palm skills. How could he defeat me?"

Liu Zhiqiang was depressed and puzzled.

If you lose, you lose. Fang Lin accumulated one round.

Fang Lin looked at Murong Tuwu and Murong Tuwen at this time, "Is there anyone who challenges me now?"

Although Murong Tuwu and Murong Tuwen were surprised that Fang Lin could win, they still scoffed.

"It doesn't matter if we can defeat the Eight-Star True Immortal. Waste is waste and it's not worth wasting our time!"

"That's right, why bother treating him like a loser. This person is not worthy of our action."

At this time, a thin immortal cultivator stood up. He didn't feel anything about the opponent Lin, and he just wanted to win a round.

"I come!"

Fang Lin saw such a person, loose and loose, obviously a guy who wanted to pick up the slack. Fang Lin didn't feel any guilt when dealing with such a person.