It is precisely because I feel that the general weapon garbage in the city, laser bombs and other things are too large to bring in, so I gradually ignore urban weapons.

Jiang Fan smiled slightly and continued: "As for deliberately killing people, I would like to ask you, Lin Laogou, did your dog see that the four senior brothers of our Nanguo Temple were killed?" A junior brother was killed before he could say the word for mercy, and a senior brother rolled out of the ring and was pierced to death by a dart, did we say that we killed people intentionally?

The competition is the competition, if you can't afford to lose, you will get out, the rules are set by you, and the people are also killed by you first, but now you are justified, do you still want to force your face? ”

"You ......" The white-bearded old man in Lin Zifang looked at Jiang Fan, his face flushed with anger.

"What's wrong? Is it possible to declare who loses and who wins? Jiang Fan shouted to the host who was standing there stunned.

Lin Zifang's face was terrifying, if it weren't for Fashan's old bald donkey, he would have made a move a long time ago, but now he can't stand up, and he will make a move to attract Fashan, and the consequences will be unpredictable, so he can only swallow his anger.

"Zhang Xueting can be declared victorious in this game, but from now on, no hot weapons are allowed to appear in the ring, if there is a violation, it will be a violation of the rules of Dabi and death on the spot." Lin Zifang said hatefully.

If the hot weapon can still be played, then it will add variables, how to carry out the plan behind him, as for Zhang Xueting, it is only to advance to the top 32, the mountain is high and the road is long, she can't help but die.

"That's right, there is no prohibition on hot weapons, it is our negligence, even if Zhang Xueting wins this game, if you indulge. In the future, we will bring laser bombs, missiles, and even nuclear bombs, so how will our martial arts competition be conducted, and the warriors below the prefecture level are still afraid of urban weapons, which is not conducive to the healthy development of the ancient martial arts world.

From now on, what do you think about the ban on hot weapons? Jiang Shuiyue faced all the martial artists.

"No opinion, hot weapons can only be thought of using in garbage, which is simply a shame in the ancient martial arts world." Zhang Mo was the first to echo.

Other martial artists also agreed, and this was not only because of the Lin family. is also because what Jiang Shuiyue said makes sense. If a hot weapon can appear in the ring, it will definitely not be conducive to the competition in the ancient martial arts world, which is reasonable.

Jiang Fan smiled and did not speak. Jiang Shuiyue loudly announced that from now on. Prohibition of thermal weapons. Otherwise, kill on the spot.

The order of the competition was restored again, Lin Zifang's plan was continued, and the other sects did not feel anything. I'm afraid that the only one who has eaten the yellow lotus is the sect of the white-bearded old man.

His proud disciple was shot and killed inexplicably like this? How does this make him willing? How did he go back to the sect to explain?

The white-bearded old man hated Jiang Fan and hated Nanguo Temple, and at the same time hated Lin Zifang, if it weren't for the Lin family forcing him to attack Nanguo Temple and Jingshuimen, how could the proud disciples of the sect suffer such a catastrophe.

was shared by the Lin family, and Jiang Fan only pulled up to twenty points of hatred, which is equivalent to 20,000 points.

"In the next round of competition, the Jingse monk of Nanguo Temple will guard the list."

Jiang Fan walked into the ring in a dashing manner, attracting the attention of everyone in the audience, all the martial artists probably want to see Jiang Fan's competition this afternoon, to see how this little monk who has been openly opposing the Lin family died.

Lin Zifang, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating, opened his eyes, and the white-bearded old man also looked at Jiang Fan with hatred, waiting for Jiang Fan to be killed in the ring.

Jiang Fan walked up the steps with the wine jug, and was about to step into the ring, after thinking about it, he turned around and threw the wine jug back, just like the previous round, Qian Tingyi took it easily.

There was a commotion in the audience, Jiang Fan didn't drink, it was an early stage of the Xuan level, and it was the early stage of the Xuan level without any moves, although with Lin Wu's lesson, no one at the yellow level dared to challenge Jiang Fan, but the Xuan level was eager to try.

As soon as Jiang Fan stood in the ring, the audience was boiling, and a hum with a thick alto voice came, and everyone looked back to see who Lin Qiutang was.

Lin Qiutang snorted, and all the martial artists understood what he meant, this was Lin Qiutang who wanted to kill Jiang Fan personally.

And Lin Qiutang also has this qualification, Lin Qiutang's performance last year was amazing, skipping the level and killing, judging from the first two rounds of competitions, Lin Qiutang's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Xuan level, and his strength is by no means inferior to the late stage of the Xuan level.

Ordinary late stage Xuan, such as the martial artist who fought against Zhang Xueting just now, was not Lin Qiutang's opponent at all.

Lin Qiutang, Wang Weizhan, and Hua Wuxue are the three people with the highest cultivation among the remaining challengers, and if they want to kill Jiang Fan, of course they are one of the three of them.

The other martial artists stopped moving, watching Lin Qiutang raise his sword and fly into the ring, his movements were extremely chic, and the martial artists all looked at Lin Qiutang with envy, although Jiang Fan jumped very well, but his cultivation was not high, and there were no moves, this was simply a quota for nothing.

If it weren't for the Lin family's great power, other martial artists would definitely not let it.

"Finally let you meet me, you were originally dead, but the elder explained, let you live, don't blame me for not giving you a chance, if you hand over the formula of the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Poison and the Double Cultivation Snake, and then kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, I will let you go." Lin Qiutang didn't bother to draw his sword, and looked at Jiang Fan with disdain.

Thinking of Lin Xiaofan's death, Lin Xiaomo's poisoning, and Lin Wu's death, all caused by Jiang Fan, Lin Qiutang couldn't wait to break Jiang Fan's body into pieces.

"I don't know how the Twin Cultivation Snake is on me? You're so clever, but I'm guessing you're going to bring this secret to Hades. Jiang Fan said with a smile.

"Toast, don't eat, eat and drink."

As soon as the cold light flashed, Lin Qiutang immediately took out his sword, and the speed of the sword made many of the ground-level martial artists present startled, this was not at all like the speed of the sword-level martial artists, even the ground-level martial artists had to distinguish such a speed.

That Lin Wu is fast with a sword, compared to Lin Qiutang, he is simply a scumbag, the Lin family is worthy of being the first sect of Shennongjia, and the powerful disciples under the door are really endless.

Lin Qiutang doesn't seem to be yet twenty years old, and now in the middle of such a Xuan level of murder, he will be another Lin Feijian one day, and if this continues, the gap between the Lin family and the major sects will only get bigger and bigger.

Lin Zifang watched with satisfaction as Lin Wu made a move, such a speed only needed one move for the clumsy Jiang Fan.

That's right, Lin Zifang guessed correctly, only one trick is needed.

"Poof"

At the same time as Lin Qiutang made a move, Jiang Fan flew over in the air and smashed Lin Qiutang with a stick, including Lin Qiutang himself, everyone didn't think that this stick could be hit, but like Lin Wu, the vajra stick smashed firmly on Lin Qiutang's head.

"Puff puff."

The fight in the ring started again, exactly the same as the morning game, Lin Qiutang's cultivation was more than dozens of times higher than Lin Wu's, but it was still the same ending, he was beaten by Jiang Fan with a King Kong long stick.

Lin Zifang Jiang Shuiyue stood up at the same time, and the disciples of the Lin family looked at the ring in surprise, all the martial artists widened their eyes, only Fashan and the others closed their eyes and recuperated, they already knew that this was the result.

"Puff puff."

It seems that Sun Wukong is possessed, Jiang Fan kept beating Lin Qiutang with a stick, Lin Qiutang didn't say a word, rolled in the ring to avoid the beating, but he was still beaten and his head was bleeding.

This is the case again, and he does not admit defeat.

How could Lin Zifang not know that there was something weird, Jiang Fan should have hidden his cultivation, and even his moves were hidden, but this was not the time to think about this, seeing that Lin Qiutang was about to be killed.

"Bang Dang"

Lin Zifang was full of momentum, and the table in front of him flew out directly, smashing into the square and smashing to pieces.

"Abbot, help, Old Dog Lin wants to kill me."

Jiang Fan on the stage shouted, knocked Lin Qiutang away with a stick, and flew to Fashan's position, Lin Zifang's palm wind was catching up with Lin Qiutang, and it was too late to close his palm, Lin Qiutang was smashed by Lin Zifang's palm.

The audience was shocked, and Lin Qiutang's flesh and blood rain fell.

"Abbot save me." Jiang Fan shouted behind Fa Shan, and at the same time, the magic power was released, and his own momentum emanated to envelop the forest house.

"Mid-level power."

The warriors were all shocked, and Lin Zifang had to stop his body and glared at Fa Shan.

No one would believe that Jiang Fan is a prefecture-level, Qian Tingyi's ground-level cultivation has just been promoted, and it is not known to the world, and no one knows that Qian Tingyi is now at the second level of the prefecture-level.

It is impossible to advance to the prefecture level at Jiang Fan's age in the eyes of ancient martial artists, Lin Feijian is awesome enough, and it is not now in the late stage of the Xuan level.

What's more, the current momentum is indeed in the middle of the prefecture level, and everyone will only think that this is the Fa Shan.

This is the first time that Fashan has shown his cultivation, and if there were still people who didn't believe it before, they are now completely convinced.

Only Qian Tingyi and the other people from Nanguo Temple wondered, how could Jiang Fan suddenly exude such a powerful momentum when he was clearly cultivating at the first level of the ground level?

Of course, Jiang Fan would not tell them that he only had reached the middle of the ground level with his magic power, and his physical strength was no more than the third layer of the ground level.

But that's enough.

Lin Zifang's chest continued to rise and fall, and his eyes looked at Fashan fiercely: "Old bald donkey, do you have to stand up for this little bald donkey?" ”

"How the did you talk to my abbot? It's okay for your Lin family to kill the monks of my Nanguo Temple, but if Lao Tzu kills your turtle grandson, you will do it, how can there be such a reason in the world.

If you want to fight, come here, if you want to kill me, hurry up, don't be blind there. Jiang Fan shouted to Lin Zifang, grabbing Fashan's robe with both hands, not daring to show it from behind Fashan.

"You...... Okay, there is a kind of Nanguo Temple, let's see. ”

Lin Zifang turned around and walked up the steps, now he can't take advantage of himself, not to mention that the truth is not on his side, Lin Zifang can only swallow his anger, stepping on Lin Qiutang's gravel, every step he takes, Lin Zifang's hatred is a little more.

The other disciples of the Lin family hated Jiang Fan even more, Lin Feijian Lin Xiao looked at Jiang Fan, and hated why he was not placed in the bottom thirty-two.

Both of them are invincible opponents below the prefecture level, Jiang Fan no matter how much he hides his cultivation, it is impossible to advance to the prefecture level, as long as he makes his own move, Jiang Fan will definitely die.

Jiang Fan's hatred quest progress has accumulated to 400,000. (To be continued......)