Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

“It’s just that I’m really annoyed that such a brat would come to interrupt our practice.

Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? Just hire any one of us. The strength of your Wei family is really worrying, you can't even handle such a little kid. "

After giving Fang Lin a sideways look full of disdain, another middle-aged man in a suit said with disdain.

“Everyone is very busy and there is no point in talking too much nonsense.

Mr. Wei, do you only need to defeat eighteen of them? If there are any additional conditions, please state them clearly at once to avoid misunderstandings later. "

Not even bothering to refute them, Fang Lin calmly lit a cigarette and said exceptionally calmly.

"You are a bastard who talks nonsense. Even if there are ten thousand of you, you are not worthy of being an enemy of our eighteen brothers. Your mother wants to be like you. You are an uneducated thing. Grandpa is here to teach you how to behave."

No matter how you listen to it, Fang Lin's words are undoubtedly provocative.

The youngest man in a white shirt among the eighteen people suddenly became furious. While his right index finger pointed at Fang Lin's forehead, his left hand clenched his fist and wanted to take action.

"Please listen to what you have to say, old man. This Mr. Fang is a young and talented man, so you'd better not be careless.

To be honest, Mr. Fang just came from the Colosseum and defeated eight tigers in a unique twelve seconds. His strength should not be underestimated. "

Wei Beiwang, who had already seen Fang Lin's ability, quickly stretched out his hand to stop the man and said with a solemn expression.

"Tch, twelve seconds, is that unusual? You pick any one of our eighteen brothers, and if it exceeds ten seconds, I lose." The man in the suit said with disdain.

"That's right, you have the nerve to show off in twelve seconds. Haven't you seen what real skills are?" The man in the white shirt raised his head and said.

"Of course I believe in your abilities, but Mr. Fang's challenge just now is that you can't kill any of them, and it's still

The tiger has been hungry for three days. "Wei Beiwang said almost word for word.

"This...this boy is not simple!"

"Yes! With these conditions, it is indeed powerful enough. If it were us, it would take at least four people to complete it."

"It's powerful, but it's still nothing to be afraid of."

Wei Beiwang's words immediately made the eighteen people's faces less arrogant, and even briefly surprised.

However, he soon became arrogant again. After all, in their eyes, Fang Lin's ability was equivalent to the four of them at most.

The combined strength of the eighteen people was already four times stronger than Fang Lin's, not to mention that the eighteen brothers practiced the formation hard and doubled their strength again.

In other words, after careful calculation, the overall strength is nine times higher, which is simply not worthy of being seen.

"I say this not because I don't believe in your strength, but because I ask you to do your best and not fight. This is a battle that concerns the dignity of our Wei family."

Wei Beiwang said again in a serious tone.

After experiencing the battle in the Colosseum, Wei Beiwang secretly had some respect for Fang Lin.

It's not that he still doesn't want to be enemies with the Zhu family and Nanfu, but Wei Beiwang doesn't want to hand over the command of the Wei family to Fang Lin as stated in the life and death order.

If you want to completely control the situation, you must control all power, and this battle is the key.

However, with the eighteen strongest masters of the Wei family taking action, Wei Beiwang had no pressure. It's just that Fang Lin is still calm as usual. He knows well that arrogant soldiers will be defeated, so he reminded him many times.

"The dignity of the Wei family is in the hands of our eighteen brothers. You can put your heart back in your stomach.

He is not qualified to trample on this little kid. "The man in the suit said still completely disapproving of it.

"With dignity and no dignity, how on earth are you going to compare?"

The Zhu family and the Nanfu were involved in conspiracies, and Fang Lin didn't have time to watch them show off, so he took a long puff of cigarette and said impatiently.

"How to compare? Haha... you can compare however you want. The dignity of the Wei family is important, but the dignity of us warriors is more important.

Although your arrogance is annoying, we can't bully the weak, otherwise we won't be able to win.

How about this! We only contribute one-third of our strength. That is to say, with six against one, as long as you can survive two minutes without being disabled, you will win.

How about it? Boy, do you dare to challenge me? "The man in the white shirt said with a contemptuous sneer.

"Six against one? You weren't so awesome at first and said, are you alone enough to deal with me?" Fang Lin sneered.

"You...what? One against six, don't you dare? If you don't dare, stop arguing here and get out of here."

Fang Lin almost choked to death, but it was a fact. The man in the white shirt suddenly looked extremely gloomy and said coldly.

"Don't be so troublesome, let's go together! It's simple and practical, so as not to cause trouble if someone doesn't admit it."

With a calm smile, Fang Lin strode directly to the center of the field and whispered softly.

"What an arrogant bastard. Don't talk nonsense to him. Just go ahead and teach him how to behave."

Although Fang Lin had been speaking in an understatement, every word pierced the hearts of these eighteen brothers like a cold light, and they all suddenly became furious.

As the man in the white shirt roared decisively, eighteen people instantly formed a circle and surrounded Fang Lin.

seemingly simple

The action shocked Ouyang Lin, who had remained silent on the side, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The speed of these eighteen people was so fast that even Ouyang Lin, who was a mid-level Xuan-level warrior, felt something shake before his eyes, and then they all changed positions.

This was not the first time that Ouyang Lin had seen similar actions, because in his opinion, Fang Lin did it every time.

Judging from this action alone, any one of these eighteen people could rival Fang Lin, which made Ouyang Lin sweat for him. In fear, he even subconsciously wanted to step forward to help.

But Ouyang Lin endured it after all, because when his eyes moved to him, Fang Lin not only did not panic at all, but instead showed a strange smile on his face.

"Although it's a sparring match, not everyone can control their strength at all times like you. Injuries are inevitable. Mr. Fang, I advise you to think carefully.

Everyone has been young and frivolous, but you are still too young after all. If you are left with a lifelong disability because of the Wei family, the old man will really feel sorry for you. "

The ghostly skills of the eighteen people made Wei Beiwang very satisfied. He was already confident of winning, but now he seemed even more confident.

"There's nothing to consider. If you can hurt a hair on my head, I lose." Fang Lin said with a completely indifferent attitude.

It's not that he likes to show off, but Fang Lin wants to completely convince Wei Beiwang. Only in this way will the alliance be stable and more confident in the decisive battle with the Zhu family and Nanfu.

"Damn it, Niang Xipi, I think you are crazy about wanting to be a monk. If I don't pull out all the hairs on your head today, I will be your grandson."

Where have you ever experienced such humiliation? The man in the white shirt suddenly turned livid with anger and gritted his teeth with murderous intent.