Lingbao pointed at Fang Zhong and scolded, naturally making Fang Zhong the target of everyone, if he sat down with a cheeky face at this time, anyone would look down on him.

After Fang Zhong weighed it, he wanted to go out of the crowd. Mo Yan said in a low voice: "Don't go, that monk is very fierce." The eldest brother Tong next to Mo Yan had seen Fang Zhong, and he couldn't talk about any friendship, but seeing that he was familiar with Mo Yan, he sneered instead: "If the little brother feels that he can't do it, why don't I teach you a turtle method, and shrink your head when you have to!" Several people next to him chuckled.

Fang Zhong tightened his belt, there were six bamboo swords diagonally inserted on it, and arched his hand and said: "Naturally, your skills are low, you might as well throw bricks and lead jade, if you are unfortunately defeated, it will depend on your ability at that time." Shi Shiran walked through the crowd. Don't look at his calm face, but he is very nervous in his heart.

Hall Master Mo sat in the center, and when he saw Lingbao pointing and calling Fang Zhong out, he knew that it was going to be bad. Fang Zhong was not a person from the Yuetang Invitation, so he couldn't refuse the other party with such high-sounding words as a hall to tens of thousands of people, and he couldn't bear to let a young boy go against a vicious person like Lingbao, and lost his life in vain, and said loudly: "What a promising master, let these many people not come to challenge, but pick a son who is weak, bullying the weak like this, but what kind of ability." ”

Lingbao also knew that fighting with Fang Zhong in front of everyone was really not very dignified, and it would not be glorious to win, but if he lost...... Lingbao shook his head when he thought of this, and said in his heart that this idea should not be there, and he scolded: "This son is extremely slippery, and he is the most able to pretend to be secretive. ”

Fang Zhong walked past the stone pool, Lingbao was not in a hurry, he just wanted to wait for him to come close to fight, so that even if he wanted to save Yuetang, he couldn't save it, but he heard someone behind him shouting: "Master, slow down, let me deal with this kid!" Lingbao looked back, and it was actually a bald man with five or six inches of teeth, looking like a dog, jumping up, and it was a figure who ran out of the pile of people in the Poison Hall. The person who came was the poisoned fangs that came to poison the previous time, and his throat was burned by Fang Zhong's fire, and he still hasn't recovered, and he is sullen when he talks, not only is it difficult to speak, but it also causes him to lose a lot of weight, just because he can't eat and is hungry, he really hates Fang Zhong. Seeing Fang Zhong come out this time was a good opportunity for revenge, how could he just let it go.

Lingbao thought that it was a good thing to have such a guy to fight the striker, if he killed Fang Zhong at once, others would see that the kid's ability was not very good, and he didn't have to make a move, so he could save face. If this big tooth loses, and he steps forward again, people will not blame him for bullying the small. Thinking of this, he hoped that the fangs would carry a big fight, so he smiled and said: "Your Excellency wants to strike first, and this master has always been polite, so I will let you." Fang said gratefully: "Thank you Master for your success." After saying two words, I felt that my throat was very sore, and the other party's resentment was even worse.

Fang Zhong pulled out a bamboo sword in his hand, which immediately made many people on both sides laugh and worry. Most of the people in Invite Yue Hall were worried, Mo Lan was originally just too competitive, dissatisfied with Fang Zhong's big words that he could use a wooden sword to meet the enemy, but now seeing that he really took a bamboo sword out, he became worried about him again, and hurriedly turned around and said: "Whoever brought the sword quickly take it out, I will throw it to Brother Fang to meet the enemy." "But none of the people behind him were the ones who made the sword, and they got the sword there for a while.

Fang Fang pointed at Fang Zhong with a crescent shovel, and scolded in a sullen voice: "Stinky boy, this time you will also burn grandpa and try it!" "Viciousness is a shovel, and his shovel will also pinch people's blades, even if it is an iron sword, he is not afraid, let alone a bamboo sword. The heart said that this is a stinky boy looking for death, obviously there is a good sword that is not used, who can kill with such a thing! Even if I am stabbed by you, I will not hurt anything, this fight is a quasi-win and not a loss.

The two crescent moons flashed with cold light, and Fang Zhong knew that the bamboo sword in his hand could not be hard-connected, so he could only avoid its edge first and then find an opportunity to make a move. The figure flashed to the side, and as soon as the crescent moon shovel passed, the sword was pierced, making Hongmeng, a trick he learned when he first went to Kunlun. At that time, the swordsmanship was naturally different from today's, and the dance was dignified and dignified, as if it had been immersed in it for countless years. Poison Fang knew that Fang Zhong's swordsmanship was extraordinary, and he was very surprised that day when a set of swordsmanship rolled up the poisonous eye in the air, he had already mentioned twelve points of caution, and before Fang Zhongjian recruited the old, the big violent teeth skyrocketed, and when he slashed forward, he didn't plane people, it was actually a planing sword!

It's to bully him with a bamboo sword, and he doesn't dare to take it hard!

This move was extremely fast, Fang Zhong hurriedly protected his sword and retreated, this retreat, and the crescent shovel of the poisonous fangs swept across his waist. The fangs were hollowed out, hitting the stone in front of the stone pool, and in the midst of the debris flying, Fang Zhong had already flown up in the air, and the fire flashed in his palm, and there was a ball of fire in the peng. The fire spell is a small technique, not only the Maoshan faction will use it, even the Taiyi sect will also use it, that is, there is no shortage of people who do not learn and have no skills in the rivers and lakes who use this ability, and there are many swaggering and deceitful apprentices who have learned this method, and put a talisman on the sword to cast a spell and ignite the fire, bluffing the country woman. In fact, Pu Xuan is also this person, but he is slightly stronger than those people, and he will not do things that are too ignorant of his conscience.

This kind of small technique is only so unlucky with fangs, sucking the fire into the stomach, and the burning almost meets the king of Hades. If you have suffered a loss once, you will not eat it a second time, and the fire will be scattered by the fangs waving the crescent shovel. Fang Zhong took this opportunity to step aside.

Fangs scolded: "Some small techniques have also come out to show their eyes, and they will kill you today!" The crescent moon shovel in his hand suddenly lengthened, and he pounced forward and smashed viciously. Fang Zhong stood still, and suddenly waved his hand and said, "Look at the sword!" With a flick of the bamboo sword in his hand, a bamboo light rushed to the poisonous fangs and bald head.

The bamboo light flew in a hurry, and the fangs raised their heads and shrunk their necks, making the bald head half a point shorter to avoid the bamboo sword. Others shrink their heads and shrink their necks, because the fangs are two big teeth, if he shrinks his head like others, these teeth will inevitably gnaw on himself, so unlike others, he must tilt his head and neck, and the posture is very funny.

Waiting for the bamboo sword to slip by, the fangs had not yet stretched their bald heads, and suddenly found that Fang Zhong had already appeared in front of him, holding another bamboo sword in his hand! Fang Zhong's move was learned from Liu Yimei, and the test was vividly remembered at that time, if it weren't for Liu Yimei's mercy, Fang Zhong would have lost a long time ago, but that time also taught Liu Yimei a good lesson, saying that the kindness of a woman is a great harm to friends and herself!

When Fang Zhong first saw the fangs, it was he who killed an old man who was guarding Yanhong, and he was going to poison Mo Yan, besides, it was he who poisoned the Yuetang, which can be described as a great crime, even if there is mercy, there is no need to keep his hand, this sword is really very ruthless, it is tantamount to taking the life of the fanged dog.

With a bang, the bamboo sword was blocked and couldn't be pierced!

The fierce sword was inserted between the two big fangs, and the tip of the sword was not a few inches away from the foul mouth of the fangs!

There was a hoarse laugh from Fang's throat, and it was very ugly. It's really not as good as the sky, if it weren't for this strange way of hiding with his head and neck, this big tooth would never be in front of him, and he happened to catch a sword that stabbed him.

The fangs were shocked and continued to be overjoyed, and the crescent shovel was stabbed, so close to the law, and it was sent to the door, not sandwiched into two sections.

Everyone in the Inviting Moon Hall sighed for Fang Zhong, if it was an indestructible sword, this ghostly person would have died, but now it was good, but it was controlled by others, and if it was not good, it would lose his life. Mo Lan slapped her thigh and sighed, "It's me who mistook Brother Fang!" Mo Yan closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at it.

Since the reversal is in a hurry, the shock is also in the moment. I only heard a thunderous noise, the fangs were unrecognizable, the two violent teeth were broken by the roots, there was repeated black smoke between the mouth and nose, I looked up in disbelief, and then fell straight down.

Fang Zhong's arm trembled, but he only held a small half-cut forked bamboo handle in his palm, and a bamboo sword had already been destroyed when he cast the Thunder Spell Sword Qi just now. Fang Zhong made a move with his other hand, and the bamboo sword that shot out from before suddenly flew back and was taken back into his hand.