Jiang Fan seemed to completely ignore these gazes, and smiled faintly at Zhang Mo: "What are you staring at?" Do you still want to hit me? Come on, come on, can you try one of me? Our abbot will stab you to death with one finger. ”

Jiang Fan stretched his neck in front of Zhang Mo, his tone was all provocative, Zhang Mo took a few breaths, and turned sharply to Fashan.

"Abbot Fashan, this is your new disciple, right? is so unruly, and he actually spoke disrespectfully to the old man, abbot, what are you going to do? ”

The status of Nanguo Temple is lower than that of the Snow Mountain Sect, if there are disciples in Nanguo Temple who take the initiative to offend the Snow Mountain Sect, and the Snow Mountain Sect will retaliate against Nanguo Temple in the future, the other sects will have nothing to say.

Therefore, the monks of the Nanguo Temple generally dare not provoke the Snow Mountain Sect, if such a disciple appears, the Nanguo Temple will be severely punished, in order to give the Snow Mountain Sect an explanation, and it is an excuse to eliminate the Snow Mountain Sect to retaliate against the Nanguo Temple.

Zhang Mo affirmed that Fashan would severely punish Jiang Fan.

"Abbot, what do you say you should do?" Jiang Fan took a step forward and took the initiative to say to Fa Shan: "Abbot, the disciple listens to the abbot, whether the abbot wants to abolish my martial arts or directly wipe it out, the disciple has no regrets, as long as the abbot says a word." ”

"Flutter." Qian Tingyi on the side was almost amused by Jiang Fan again.

Fa Shan's face turned into the color of pig liver, how dare he punish Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan offended the Snow Mountain Sect like this, he was causing trouble for Nanguo Temple, if it was really his own disciple, he would have slapped it a long time ago.

But now don't say that he has been poisoned, even if he fights, he is not Jiang Fan's opponent, just like Jiang Fan said, he will poke himself to death with one finger.

"This ...... This disciple has just entered the sect and does not understand the rules. Please also ask Elder Zhang Haihan. Fa Shan said to Zhang Mo stubbornly, and the hatred value increased by 8 points again.

Zhang Mo looked at Fa Shan in disbelief, this old bald donkey has a long temper, and in this case, he didn't punish his disciple, but before he could speak, Jiang Fan on the side spoke again.

"Abbot, it's not that I don't understand the rules, this girl is really hateful, we are the Nanguo Temple, not the Nanguo Branch Temple of the Snow Mountain Sect. Why should we let this girl take care of the affairs of our sect? How old is this?

This girl's cultivation is not as good as the abbot, and she is still here to finish, if I really don't understand the rules, I would have gone up and smoked his ears and scrapers. ”

"You ......"

Zhang Mo looked at Jiang Fan angrily. Angry said to Fa Shan: "Abbot." Don't you care about that? This tone is even if I Zhang Mo is magnanimous and endures it. I'm afraid that we won't be able to endure the great offerings, if you don't punish this disciple, you will think about the consequences. ”

Zhang Mo already had a clearly threatening tone. The big-breasted senior sister of Jingshuimen was also strange at this time, and said to the black girl: "This little monk seems to be missing a root in his head. ”

"But what he said is what many sect disciples want to say, isn't it?" The winter melon-faced female disciple on the side continued, Jingshuimen, as a small sect, has not been less angry by the gate faction, and there are more scenes of being bullied by the gate faction, Jiang Fan is now scolding Zhang Mo, and the disciples of Jingshui Gate only feel very happy.

"Shhhh The prefecture-level Jingshui Sect elder glared fiercely at the winter melon-faced female disciple, if this kind of words reached the ears of the Snow Mountain Sect, a sect like Jingshui Sect would suffer a catastrophe.

"This ......" Fa Shan, Fa Xuan, Fa Tong, and the Four Great King Kongs all hate Jiang Fan to death in their hearts, this is not to cause trouble for Nanguo Temple, but to bring disaster to Nanguo Temple.

Jiang Fan was overjoyed when he saw that the hatred value of several bald donkeys rose at the same time, and easily tens of thousands of hatred values were credited to his account.

"Hey, hey, why don't you listen? Why are you so ignorant of the rules? Don't you know that in our ancient martial arts world, low-level martial artists should be polite to high-level martial artists? You disrespect our abbot so much, do you want to die? ”

Jiang Fan walked up to Zhang Mo and stretched out his finger to connect the dots on Zhang Mo's head, and Qian Tingyi on the side finally laughed.

Looking at a 0 cultivator in front of him, who was likely to be a son of an urban gentleman, pointed at him, the girlish little monk on the side also laughed, Zhang Mo's anger had reached the extreme, and he stared at Fashan fiercely.

"Abbot." Jiang Fan looked up at the sky, and suddenly said in a non-yin and non-yang voice: "I think our Nanguo Temple should have backbone, if we grovel to an elder of other sects, then what are we?" I'm afraid I'll have to leave Nankokuji by then. ”

When Zhang Mo heard this sentence, he confirmed his guess even more, Jiang Fan was a wealthy urban family who came in to gild at a huge cost, thinking that he was terrible.

This fool still doesn't know what to do, no matter how much it costs, Nanguo Temple is in danger of being destroyed, Fashan will also abandon him, and his powerful parents will not be able to help him at that time.

But when this sentence is heard in the ears of Fashan and others, the meaning is very obvious, if he is polite to the Snow Mountain Sect like just now, then Jiang Fan will be unkind to his own people.

Fa Shan seemed to feel the Gu worms in his body moving.

If you are not polite to Zhang Mo, Nanguo Temple will definitely attract the tragic revenge of the Snow Mountain Sect, and if you are polite to Zhang Mo, you will suffer revenge now.

A group of monks once again had a great increase in their hatred for Jiang Fan, and Jiang Fan's accumulated hatred value had reached more than 200,000.

"Elder Zhang, this disciple is a disciple of my Nanguo Temple, and I think, I think...... I think what he said is right, you better leave it alone. ”

Fashan gathered all the courage in this life, and after saying this sentence, the surrounding Snow Mountain Sect and Jingshuimen were all silent, and no one expected that Fashan would favor Jiang Fan.

"Elder, you see how backbone the abbot of Nanguo Temple is." The winter melon-faced female disciple said to her elder.

"What's that about you?"

The elder scolded, and he was also strange in his heart, Fa Shan was not such a person in the past, he respected these sects of the Snow Mountain Sect, for fear of causing trouble, what happened now? He has a good temper.

"Did you hear that, you are a low-level garbage guy, you know how to meddle with other people's affairs all day long, and you don't weigh your own catties, you don't teach you, or are you a wild species, so uneducated?"

As soon as Fa Shan's voice fell, Jiang Fan immediately got out of the way and showed off his might in front of Zhang Mo.

Zhang Moqi's whole body hair was opened, his fists were clattering, and the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect behind him were also murderous.

"Yo yo yo, you want to kill me? You want to kill me? Believe it or not, my abbot stabbed you to death with a finger. Jiang Fan said disdainfully to Zhang Mo, his eyes full of contempt.

"You ......" Zhang Mo was furious, but he really didn't dare to make a move, he had just been promoted to the third layer of the prefecture level, compared with Fa Shan, who had stayed at the peak of the third layer of the ground level for decades, there was still a big difference, if Fa Shan really had an iron heart to protect Jiang Fan, he was not Fa Shan's opponent.

And the other disciples he brought with him were also below the prefecture level, unlike Nanguo Temple, which brought an elder to worship, and the four great King Kongs, and the group selection was not dominant.

Seeing Jiang Fan struggling in front of him, Zhang Mo was helpless.

As a dignified elder of the Snow Mountain Sect, he was bullied by a little monk from Nanguo Temple, and he came from the city, which was simply the biggest shame in the ancient martial arts world, and his hatred for Jiang Fan suddenly popped up.

Aggro is 15.

"Ouch, and you." Jiang Fan bypassed Zhang Mo and walked in front of the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect, and said disdainfully: "You also want to do it?" You elders are all melons and hemp batches in front of our Nanguo Temple, and you dare to do something to our Nanguo Temple? ”

"Oh, you kid, the sword is half pulled out, you cut me, you cut me." Jiang Fan walked in front of a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect who had pulled out a third of his sword, and shouted provocatively, the hatred of the disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect had increased greatly, and he was about to pull out his sword and slash at the neck that Jiang Fan handed over, and greeted the eyes of the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect around him, "Don't", and slowly shook his head.

Zhang Mo, the sword drawing disciple, and the other Snow Mountain Sect disciples' hatred value skyrocketed.

Fa Shan, Fa Xuan, Fa Tong, the Four Great King Kongs and other people in Nanguo Temple also have a great increase in hatred.

Jiang Fan patted the face of the disciple who drew the sword: "What?" Didn't plant? Wasn't it very embarrassing just now? Aren't your Snow Mountain Sect very strong? Why did you lose your temper in front of this young master? If you don't have eggs, go home and raise pigs. ”

Jiang Fan walked back from the middle of the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect with his hands behind his back, took a crab step, and said in his mouth: "In front of this young master, look for death, a bunch of garbage." ”

"Hint, successfully pull 200,000 hatred points."

Jiang Fan saw that Fashan's hatred value had risen to almost a hundred, and the other Nanguo Temple's hatred points had also risen, Zhang Mo's hatred value had reached 25 points, the other disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect had ranged from 10 to 25 points, and the sword drawing disciples had reached thirty points.

There are only a few tens of thousands left to complete the main quest.

At this time, an opening opened on the shore of a lake, and two disciples of the Water Shelter Palace came out.

This opening is usually closed, and the disciples of the Water Shelter Palace all use water-sheltering clothes and go directly down from the lake, but this time the big competition was held, and this passage was opened, leading to the formation gate, and from here you could directly enter the Water Shelter Palace.

The two disciples of the Water Shelter Palace didn't seem to be quite right when they saw the atmosphere on the shore of the lake, and the Snow Mountain Sect was very angry, the strength of the Water Shelter Palace was about the same as that of the Nanguo Temple, and neither of them dared to come over.

"Abbot of Fazen."

Zhang Mo saw that the disciples from the Water Shelter Palace greeted him, and he didn't want to spend time with Nanguo Temple, the humiliation and anger in his heart reached the extreme, and he said to Fashan in a cold voice: "I only tell you one thing, no matter what great benefits this monk's urban family has given you to Nanguo Temple, it is not worth your favoritism, because you are likely not to use these benefits, so let's see." ”

Zhang Mo turned around and left, but before he could take two steps, suddenly his clothes were caught, and when he looked back, he saw that it was Jiang Fan, a low-level junior who dared to grab the clothes of a ground-level martial artist, which was unprecedented in the ancient martial arts world.

"Wait, wait, don't pretend to be high, you've said it all, I still have something to say, since you know that Lao Tzu is powerful and powerful in the city, do you dare to say that? My dad is a big official, my mom is a business tycoon, and my grandfather is still a red generation, what the hell do you dare to mess with me.

You dare to threaten the abbot to punish me, if you don't explain it to me, my abbot will poke you to death with a finger every minute, abbot, do you say yes? ”

Jiang Fan turned back to Fashan and shouted. (To be continued......)