Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

"Who knew, two people from the Wuliang Sect have already died. If we lose one more game, we will lose completely. I feel that this one will be a wonderful game."

The people suddenly fell into excitement. Seeing with my own eyes that two people died on the spot, the competitive mood was immediately aroused and could not be extinguished no matter what.

Fang Lin looked at Pakexing calmly, and he could see the sparks bursting out.

"Sorry, we will definitely win this round."

"Haha, don't be too confident, I'll slap you in the face later!"

There were sparks and lightning between the two of them.

This scene also affected the whole audience.

Ji Wuming stared at Wen Ruqing coldly and pulled out his long knife.

His two junior brothers have already won, and as a senior brother, he must strive to win, otherwise he will no longer have the dignity to be a senior brother.

What's more, he couldn't accept his failure when he wanted to be proud, let alone let Fang Lin despise him.

"Come and tell me your name, the nameless ghost will not die under my sword!"

"It just so happens that I have as many fists as a nameless ghost!"

Wen Ruqing showed no signs of weakness and had no intention of naming her. The Ji Wuming in front of him was equivalent to a dead person in his eyes.

Ji Wuming felt that he was being despised, and immediately mobilized his Lingbo steps to attack, swung his sword and slashed at Wen Ruqing's neck.

It started with overwhelming force and a blatant beheading.

This courage also made the people in the audience exclaim.

"As expected of Master Fang's eldest disciple, so powerful!"

Fang Lin frowned slightly.

"He's going to lose like this!"

Xia Houle was originally cheering for him, but looked back after hearing this.

"Husband, how could this happen?"

Fang Lin shook his head slightly. This lesson taught Ji Wuming what humility was.

"proud and arrogant."

Xia Houle trusted Fang Lin very much, but he couldn't go against his own eyes.

"But it seems to me that Ji Wuming has the upper hand now."

"The stamina is even greater." Fang Lin responded.

At this moment, the two of them stared closely at the ring, waiting for the result.

But at this moment, when Wen Ruqing raised her fist and hit his vitals directly, Ji Wuming reacted quickly, turned over in the air, and dodged the blow.

At the same time, when Wen Ruqing's fist was approaching, he stopped with a backhand knife and quickly slashed, successfully suppressing him. And soon left a deep wound on his body.

After succeeding with one blow, Ji Wuming showed a proud smile.

"It seems that people who can talk big words are really bad at fighting."

Wen Ruqing wiped the bloody wound and became angry after hearing this.

"Cut the nonsense!"

Wen Ruqing struck again, punching directly at Ji Wuming's chest and abdomen.

Ji Wuming immediately jumped up and slashed down with his sword.

But what Wen Ruqing was waiting for was his move, he changed direction and hit Ji Wuming's wrist.

Although Ji Wuming dodged, he felt bursts of pain in his wrist, and his strength in holding the knife was greatly weakened. Suddenly I had a bad feeling in my heart.

At this moment, Wen Ruqing activated her haste and was in front of Ji Wuming in an instant, punching him directly in the face.

In an instant, Ji Wuming had a nosebleed. Amid this panic and unwillingness, he worked hard.

But after a fight, Ji Wuming's defeat was determined.

Wen Ruqing originally wanted to take away Ji Wuming's life. At the critical moment, Ji Wuming blocked his face with a magic sword and flew out of the competition stage.

This is also the life-saving method that Fang Lin set up for them in advance.

Unexpectedly, it was Ji Wuming's first time using it.

Fang Lin closed his eyes, expecting this.

"Husband, you have to step forward and fight!"

Xiahou Le was immediately worried. I originally thought that if the momentum continued, Ji Wuming would definitely win, so when the three disciples won the game, Xiamen was automatically established. There was no need for Fang Lin to fight.

But if you can't keep up with the changes, you can only face them.

Fang Lin comforted her and walked down the steps.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Ji Wuming walked up to Fang Lin dejectedly and knelt down.

"Master, I'm sorry!"

Fang Lin looked at him, and of course he was in a bad mood at the moment, because he had never failed before.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"I was too proud and was taken advantage of by my opponent."

Ji Wuming was ashamed. He originally thought that he was invincible in the fairyland, but he didn't expect that he would lose. It was impossible for him not to face his pride and complacency now.

Fang Lin nodded, it was still possible. "It's good to know. I'll give you a chance to prove yourself next time."

"Yes, Master!"

Ji Wuming did not expect that he could still be accepted. He felt even more ashamed and encouraged to stand up.

Both Liu Wenming and Zhao Xiaoming gave him some comfort.

"Second Senior Brother, don't worry, you will definitely win in the future!"

"Second Senior Brother, I believe you too!"

Ji Wuming nodded, "Yes!"

As the elder of Xia Clan, Guyu naturally has to contribute to the fight.

However, the person walking out from the opposite side turned out to be an immortal master.

Bo Gongming looked at him calmly, "I didn't expect that we would actually fight here!"

"Do I know you?"

Guyu was a little strange. He had been an Immortal Lord for so many years and he had met many masters, but he didn't remember meeting this person.

Bo Gongming snorted coldly, "It seems that you haven't remembered the grudges many years ago. Anyway, if I defeat you today, it will be settled."

"You said we'd solve it? You said you'd defeat me when you came up. That's such a big statement."

Gu Yu is also a confident person, how can he tolerate being verbally suppressed and immediately retort without politeness.

Of course, he also knows that words are worthless, and taking out the sword means fighting.

The battle at the immortal level is certainly dazzling and the scene is very strong.

The common people were also shouting and enjoying themselves.

"This is a strong man at the level of an Immortal. He is indeed very strong!"

"I have actually seen a strong Immortal Lord fight in my life, and he has no regrets even if he dies!"

"I don't care. No matter which sect wins, I will join that sect. It's very strong."

Bo Gongming smiled faintly and took out his magic weapon from the bottom of the box.

Guyu was shocked. When he reacted, a circular depression suddenly appeared in front of his chest. He flew backwards and was seriously injured.

"He actually lost!"

The people couldn't believe their eyes and leaned back. But facts speak louder than words, and you can only accept them.

Fang Lin helped Gu Yu up.

Guyu was very ashamed, "I'm sorry, Master!"

"The opponent is very strong, you tried your best."

Fang Lin was not angry. He wanted to show Xiamen's comprehensive strength as much as possible, and his goal had been achieved. Although Gu Yu feels a little wronged.

Paike smiled faintly and looked at Fang Lin as if he were an ant.

"What should we do? It's a tie. Now there are only two of you and me left, and I am the Immortal Lord and you are the Immortal Emperor. Do we still want to fight?"

He had already determined that he had won, and his smile was particularly proud at this moment.

"Why don't you declare that Xiamen is not established now, and I can still spare you."

Fang Lin turned a deaf ear to the comments and walked onto the ring at this moment.