Ultimately!

Fang Yan sighed.

He gave up.

He didn't dare not listen to Fang Tuo's words.

If he really killed Fang Zheng, Fang Tuo would definitely make trouble for him.

Moreover, it is impossible to hide it.

There were more than a dozen people present, and some of them had backgrounds that made him afraid to silence them.

As long as there is one person alive, then there is a high chance that the news will get out.

Killing a Fangzheng, but it is possible to lose his life, this deal is not cost-effective!

And isn't it just waiting seven more days?

He glanced at Fang Zheng contemptuously, with this kid, how could he win in the outer courtyard competition?

Although he didn't know why Fang Tuo would take a fancy to this waste, he was sure that this kid couldn't make any waves.

So, why not wait seven days?

"Boy, count your fate, the old man will definitely take your dog's life in seven days!" Fang Yan gritted his teeth.

Fang Zheng smiled indifferently, seven days later, he didn't know what would happen, everything was as it would be.

He's not going to sit still anyway!

Fang Yan turned around and wanted to leave, but Fang Zheng stopped him: "Elder Fang, you can't afford to lose, right?"

The other party was stunned, and his heart was bitter.

Nima, this time it's stealing chickens and rice.

Three hundred taels of silver, this is borrowed everywhere by giving up face.

He was extremely unwilling to put down the silver heavily, and glared at Fang Zheng angrily: "The old man can still afford to lose this bit of silver! Boy, you are proud, after seven days, the old man wants you to cry and beg the old man!"

With that, he turned around and went downstairs, as if he was going to battle.

Fang Zheng looked at the others.

Fang Shen's face was painful, and he was very reluctant to put the silver on the table, sighing again and again.

He looked at Fang Zheng as if he were looking at a monster.

Isn't it a monster? How can a normal person have such an awesome memory, and actually memorize the scriptures.

Fang Zheng looked at the other dozen people again.

Some people hand it over happily, willing to gamble and lose.

"Waste, you want Lao Tzu's silver, you don't have the ability to do this!" A young man clasped his hands to his chest, looked at Fang Zheng with a proud face, and mockingly.

There were also a few people who had not paid the money when they saw that this person was in trouble, and suddenly like divine help, the hand that reached into the pocket retracted, with an attitude of refusing to give.

Fang Zheng squinted his eyes slightly, he had never seen this person, looking at his arrogant appearance, it seemed to be very awesome.

But......

Nima is an acquired five-fold, what the hell are you awesome?

"Waste, return this silver to Elder Fang Yan, otherwise Ben Shao will not let you get out of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion today!" The young man had a swaggering attitude, squinting at Fang Zheng, unstoppable.

Fang Zheng looked at him lightly and said, "Which onion are you?"

"Ah? You don't even know Ben Shao? Waste is waste, even if you can cultivate, you don't know it! You don't even know Ben Shao, it's really lonely and unheard!Fang Tao, you tell him who Ben Shao is!" the young man said arrogantly, and then said to a teenager beside him.

The young man named Fang Tao looked like a dog, jumped out, and proudly pointed at the young man and said: "Waste, put your eyes on the spot, stand firm, don't be so scared that your legs are weak! This is the precious son of the hall master of the Personnel Hall of the Outer Courtyard, Young Master Fang Jiu! He is also the younger brother of Young Master Fang Cong on the first day of our Outer Courtyard! How is it? Are you afraid? If you are afraid, don't you quickly kneel and kowtow to admit your mistake?"

Fang Cong!

Although Fang Zheng has never seen him, he has heard of his name for a long time, the first day of the outer courtyard, known as the most promising person in the Fang family's outer courtyard in the past hundred years, is now the eighth day after tomorrow, very powerful, but this time has been in retreat to impact the day after tomorrow nine fold.

And the head of the personnel hall is even more awesome, with a very high status, and is specifically responsible for personnel arrangements.

For example, what his parents used to do in the mud house area was arranged by the personnel hall.

Fang Jiu was reported out of the house, and he looked at Fang Zheng mockingly, and said, "Waste, are you stupid, are you stupid? Do you want to pee your pants? If you dare not listen to Ben Shao's words, I will ask my father to arrange for your parents to clean the toilet!"

"What a from Nyima!"

As soon as Fang Zheng heard him mention that his parents were cleaning the toilet, he was angry, pounced on him, and put Fang Jiu down with one punch, and smashed into a pig's head with three or two punches.

Three months ago, he was bullied by several people in the personnel hall, and he fought hard, and one of them was also the day after tomorrow, so he saw this guy beat him wildly, and as a result, he pressed the other man to the ground and soiled his clothes, and received several punches.

Then he was troubled by the Personnel Hall, which maliciously retaliated and arranged for his parents to sweep the toilets in the outer courtyard for a month.

Looking at his parents' tired appearance every day, he vowed that he must change.

Now, he's more than capable of changing that.

Fang Tao and the others pounced on to help, beat them all over, and beat them one by one.

Fang Shen and a few others on the side watched their eyelids jump.

Nima, it's too cruel, beating people is like beating a dog, it's better not to mix this matter.

Fang Shen's eyes rolled, and he hurriedly whispered a few words to a young man next to him, who had bright eyes and rushed downstairs quickly.

"Don't fight, I'll admit defeat......" Fang Jiu couldn't be arrogant, afraid of being beaten to death, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Look at him now, a handful of snot, a handful of tears and a handful of blood, how can he still be arrogant and domineering before?

Fang Zheng let go of him and snorted coldly: "Hand over the silver, otherwise you will be wasted!"

Fang Jiu hurriedly took the lead, took out all the silver on his body, and looked at Fang Zheng timidly.

This wild beating completely frightened them.

Fang Zheng put the silver away and was very satisfied.

Nearly four hundred taels of silver, I couldn't have imagined it before.

Sure enough, no wonder many people say: the bigger the fist, the more silver.

He was just about to leave.

Knock knock knock......

There was a dense sound of footsteps in the stairwell, and a large group of people rushed up with great vigour.

The leader was a middle-aged man with an angry face, followed by a dozen burly strong men.

Fang Shen and the others' eyes lit up, here!

Fang Jiu, who had a handful of snot and tears, and the others saw the middle-aged man, and immediately cried even more, and shouted: "Dad, you want to help me avenge me, kill this bastard!

The person who came was the master of the personnel hall, Fang Bashan!

Fang Bashan, the master of the sevenfold day after tomorrow, is a rare opponent in the same realm of Bashan Boxing who cultivates.

As his name suggests, he is domineering and arrogant, the most protective of his shortcomings, and the eldest son is recognized as a first-day talent in the outer court, and he has become even more indispensable, many people avoid him when they see him, this person is short-tempered, maybe you glance at him, just when he is in a bad mood, he will catch the other party and beat him wildly.

There are not eight hundred but five hundred of those who are wasted in his hands, and they are famous for their fierceness, and they are vicious and vicious.

Fang Zheng is secretly plotting, if he fights with this person, the chances of winning are not great.

Fang Bashan glared at Fang Zheng angrily and shouted: "Waste, you are tired of living, dare to move Lao Tzu's Jiu'er, don't you want to get out alive today!"

Then, he personally struck and threw a punch into Fang Zheng's chest.

Bashan Boxing has the momentum of destroying the mountain, and the force is heavy.

Fang Shen and the others sneered on the side, Fang Bashan made a move, it was necessary to kill people, Fang Zheng kicked the iron plate this time, and after he died, their silver could also be recovered.

But what happened next blinded them.

Fang Bashan attacked thirteen punches in a row, and each punch was skillfully avoided, and it couldn't hurt at all.

What the hell is going on?

Fang Bashan was furious, no matter how fast he sped up his punches, no matter how tricky the angle was, Nima would touch even the slightest corner of Fang Zheng's clothes.

The other party is like a loach, and every time he rubs his fist and gently avoids it.

This kind of punching feeling is really special nest fire.

Fang Zheng is becoming more and more courageous, although the opponent is strong, but it is still within the scope of the eye of insight, and he can always capture the trajectory of the opponent's punch.

Moreover, he also found that the eye of insight can perceive the flaws between the opponent's fists, and coupled with listening to the wind and arguing position, he can easily avoid it.

Although it is not its opponent, it is no pressure to avoid it.

Seeing that he couldn't attack for a long time, Fang Bashan became even more angry, and shouted at the others: "What are you doing stupidly? Waiting for supper? Give Lao Tzu a special ride and tear him apart!"

Rumble!

A group of men he brought with him pounced menacingly.

These people are all his henchmen, and their strength is between five and six.

Moreover, they are all experienced and experienced, and they cooperate with each other almost seamlessly.

Even if Fang Zheng used the Eye of Insight to the extreme, although he could clearly see the trajectory of everyone's moves, there were fists and feet in all directions, and there was no way out from the front and back, left and right.

Soon, he took a few punches, snorted, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although it can be seen clearly, there is no room to avoid it.

How good would it be if you could practice a light-weight exercise?