Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

In short, these sounds are endless, and you can hear Fang Lin's popularity from them.

Fang Lin also waved to the people enthusiastically.

Who doesn't want to be popular? The Xiahou family and the Xiamen will rely on the support of these people in the future.

"Hello!"

"Master Fang actually greeted us, I want to die of happiness!"

Immediately the people burst into even louder cheers.

After passing through the sea of ​​​​people, Fang Lin and his party also arrived in front of Paikexing and others.

Standing opposite was a large, bald man, wearing top-notch defensive armor, and the aura on his body was that of a genuine high-level Immortal Sovereign Realm, which showed that the Wuliang Sect attached great importance to this operation.

"I'm Fang Lin, tell me your name!"

Paikexing looked at this extremely young face coldly, unable to believe that this body of less than twenty-five years old actually had the power to defeat Di Huantian. But facts speak louder than words.

"Pickers! I've heard your name for a long time, and I have to say, I'm very disappointed!"

"Oh, why?"

Fang Lin smiled slightly. Of course he understood that this big bald dog couldn't spit out ivory, but it was good to tease him as a prelude.

Paike still has its eyes higher than its head.

"You are not the material to become the master of a sect. And as long as I, the Wuliang Sect, are here, Xia City and the Xiahou family will not be able to develop!"

"So that's it? I don't believe it."

Fang Lin retorted succinctly and was very satisfied to see Pak Xing's face turn extremely dark.

"Stop talking nonsense, our game begins!"

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I'll wait and see how you die miserably!"

Paikexing originally wanted to suppress Fang Lin's momentum, but he didn't expect that he would be suppressed in the end. There is a feeling of powerlessness as if punched on cotton.

However, he quickly put this unpleasantness behind him and just wanted to completely defeat Fang Lin in the game.

"How to compete?"

Fang Lin smiled faintly and said, "According to the past rules, there will be three competitions between the Spirit Emperor, the Spirit Immortal and the True Immortal Realm disciples, and the two elders will compete!"

"Happy to accompany you!"

Paikexing smiled slightly, then left here and returned to the seat opposite.

After Wen Ruqing's eyes moved around for a while, they also focused on Ji Wuming and raised his eyebrows.

"What the hell?"

Ji Wuming suddenly felt hostile and almost wanted to slash his face.

Wen Ruqing chuckled, "Boy, it seems that your opponent is me! You have to be careful, I will keep an eye on you."

After saying that, he walked away with a big smile and returned to Pike Branch.

"Damn it, why are you dragging me? I must be better than you."

Ji Wuming also made up his mind to regain his place in the game.

The first person to appear was Zhao Xiaoming. At this moment, the boy's face was covered in cold sweat, his skin was extremely pale, and his eyes were full of panic.

Fang Lin couldn't help but feel speechless. Is this still his apprentice?

The game was about to begin, and Fang Lin had no choice but to step forward to comfort him.

"Relax. Remember, you have undergone the most rigorous training in the past ten days to make such progress. And your strength is not weaker than your opponent. As long as you exert your strength, you can win!"

"Am I really powerful?"

With Fang Lin's encouragement, Zhao Xiaoming finally felt a little brave.

Liu Wenming also encouraged him, "You are at the pinnacle of the Spirit Emperor Realm. Today is your time to stand out and repay your master."

"I see."

Zhao Xiaoming finally looked solemn and walked onto the ring calmly step by step.

The audience in the audience was immediately surprised.

“The first game is about morale and we must win.

Why did Master Fang send an eight-year-old baby on stage? "

"The opponent is a twelve-year-old boy. After a few more years of food, he will definitely be more powerful."

"I think Master Fang is too proud of himself. Let's wait and see him fail."

Everyone kept talking and couldn't understand it at all. There were boos at the scene.

Xia Houle was a little nervous and grabbed Fang Lin's hand.

Fang Lin turned a deaf ear. What did those people know?

"rest assured!"

At this time, Paikexing also directed Kong Shangwei to come on stage. He was about twelve years old and at the peak of the Spirit Emperor Realm. He was certainly a very talented young man. ??

"Don't worry, you can attack, kill or injure, Master will support you!"

Kong Shangwei looked at the eight-year-old Zhao Xiaoming opposite, showing no mercy at all, and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Master!"

Soon, the barrier of the arena was raised, and the two boys stood face to face.

Zhao Xiaoming still retained the etiquette taught by his family and took the initiative to extend his hand to shake his hand.

"Hello, I am Zhao Xiaoming, the direct disciple of the Xia Clan Master!"

Kong Shangwei pulled out the whip without hesitation, swung it hard and sneered.

"Have you ever seen someone shake hands with a dead person?"

"Hurry up and don't waste my time."

Zhao Xiaoming felt aggrieved. It seemed that the person facing him was indeed someone who was not easy to mess with. He had no choice but to retract his hand and take out his small fist.

The people couldn't believe it.

"Such a young child actually has to fight with bare hands? How much strength can he have and how many punches can he know?"

"Master Fang is really proud of himself this time. He doesn't know how high the sky is! Why doesn't anyone teach him how to teach his disciples?"

When everyone was questioning, it was too late, Zhao Xiaoming was already holding the

The small fist rushed in front of Kong Shangwei in the blink of an eye, dodged Kong Shangwei's whip, and punched him in the abdomen.

"Uh-huh!"

Kong Shangwei's stomach immediately had a fist dent, and he shouted loudly in unbearable pain.

The ensuing battle was about to break out. Kong Shangwei immediately waved his whip quickly and released electric toxins, while Zhao Xiaoming had amazing defense, constantly dodging, and looking for opportunities to punch to attack or defend.

One was twelve years old and the other was eight years old, and they were inseparable from each other.

Only then did the people realize that they had been somewhat arbitrary.

"This little guy is really capable. He can still face an opponent half his age with ease!"

"Master Fang really doesn't choose his disciples randomly."

"I'm a little jealous of this kid, why can't I become Master Fang's disciple?"

Fang Lin smiled slightly and still watched Zhao Xiaoming's battle.

He had a hunch that Zhao Xiaoming would definitely win this time.

Kong Shangwei attacked one after another, but was either blocked or dodged by Zhao Xiaoming, rarely hitting him.

However, Zhao Xiaoming's attack was very sensitive and powerful, hitting his body many times, causing injuries one after another.

What surprised Kong Shangwei was that Zhao Xiaoming finally took out a sledgehammer and swung it towards him.

"How could it be? He is not an individual practitioner. Where did this sledgehammer come from?"

However, Zhao Xiaoming, who had a sledgehammer, was even more powerful. With successive counterattacks, Kong Shangwei was completely unable to counterattack and could only keep retreating.

When Zhao Xiaoming saw the situation, he would not give up. He swung the sledgehammer and hit the ground hard, "King Kong Earthquake!"

He shook Kong Shangwei away, then hit him on the chest with a hammer, making the sound of ribs breaking.

Kong Shangwei fell limply to the ground with a plop. He could only move his fingers, and blood was flowing all over the floor.