Scripture Pavilion.

Fang Zheng didn't kill Fang Xiao in the end, the revenge had already been avenged, and Fang Xiao was now disgraced.

Although he really wanted to kill this bastard, Fang Tuo's words when he left saved Fang Xiao's life.

Although he can be happy with revenge, he has to take care of his parents, if he is angry, Fang Tuo is not cost-effective.

Fang Xiao was already a wasted person, so there was no need to take this risk.

At least, under the certainty that he is not yet victorious, let's spare his life for the time being!

If people don't offend me, I don't offend anyone.

If Fang Tuo really wanted to embarrass him afterwards, he wouldn't mind having a good fight!

As his strength reached the fifth level of the day after tomorrow, his parents' status in the outer courtyard also improved, and he moved to the brick house area.

The environment in the brick house area is excellent, a courtyard house, a garden nursery, and the parents live a comfortable life.

He stood in front of the gate of the Scripture Pavilion at this moment and took a deep breath.

This is the holy place he has dreamed of coming to countless times!

Here, you can learn martial arts and learn about the various situations of martial arts.

For five years, every time he looked at the towering Scripture Pavilion from a distance, he didn't dare to approach half a step.

And today, I can only walk in with my eyebrows raised and generous.

He walked towards the door.

"Isn't this a waste? What are you doing in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion when you have nothing to do? Get out of the way, don't get in the way here, or you won't be able to get out of bed for three days!"

There were two disciples guarding the door, and when they saw Fang Zheng, Qi showed a disdainful expression, and the one on the left scolded him loudly, his face full of impatience, and he seemed to dislike talking to him.

Fangzheng made a big fuss in the ancestral hall, but it did not reach the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

At this evening, many people like to come here to read the scriptures after they are busy with their affairs during the day, and when they see Fang Zheng being reprimanded, the people around him stop and look at him playfully.

The name of waste is known to everyone in the entire outer courtyard.

Today, he is very powerful, only a few people know about it, and many more people don't know that Founder is different from the past.

Among the people present, there were a few witnesses to Fangzheng's power.

No, it's Fang Tianzhen and a few of his accomplices again.

"Haha, I guess this kid is here to try his luck, where is he likely to get into the Scripture Pavilion?"

It was the young man again, his face full of sarcasm, and he spoke loudly, attracting people's attention.

Fang Tianzhen recalculated, shook his head and said: "I think Fang Zheng is different! I bet that he can get in, who is interested? I'll open a handicap, I bet that he can get in, and whoever of you bets that he can't get in, one pays two!"

These two guys, who ate the sweetness in the ancestral hall, suddenly earned more than two hundred taels of silver, saw the business opportunity, and followed Fangzheng here, the opportunity must not be missed!

Gambling, everyone in the world is a gambler, just look at what to bet on!

And now, a waste who must lose also dares to open a gambling plate, which suddenly aroused great interest among people, and they have placed bets, all of which are betting on Fang Zheng to lose.

"Haha, I'll bet a tael of silver, this waste can get in, I'll eat shit tonight!"

"Quack, I'll bet on him to lose!!"

"I'll bet four taels!"

"You really don't know how to seize the opportunity to make a fortune, this waste must lose! Lao Tzu staked all his net worth, ten taels!"

Everyone actively participated, and Fang Tianzhen smiled and closed his mouth.

Rich, the stakes have reached three hundred and forty taels.

Fang Zheng glanced at him and sneered.

Then he took out his identity token.

The young man who scolded him took the token and looked at it, his hands shook in fright, he looked at Fang Zheng incredulously, and stammered: "Waste...... Brother Fangzheng, you are the fifth day after tomorrow......"

Even the title changed immediately, the day after tomorrow is fivefold, it's not something he can afford to provoke!

Fang Zheng took back the token, didn't look back, and entered the gate.

Those who bet on him to lose glared at Fang Tianzhen and asked him if he had already known that the waste was not wasted?

Fang Tianzhen smiled innocently and said, "Everyone, I also know it, I am willing to lose the bet, you won't be able to afford to lose!"

Hum!

The people felt bored and dispersed with scolding.

In the Scripture Pavilion, an old man stopped Fang Zheng.

"Little guy, if you want to learn martial arts, show your identity token first!"

The old man was about sixty years old, bald and round-faced, red-faced, and piercing in his eyes.

Fang Zheng knew the rules and gave the token to the old man.

When the old man saw it, he was slightly surprised, and said, "You are that Fangzheng? It seems that the rumors are wrong! At the age of sixteen, he has reached the fifth level of the day after tomorrow, and he is young and promising!"

The name of the waste, everyone knows, although the old man has been in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for many years, and he doesn't ask about the outside things, but he also knows the things of Fangzheng.

He returned the token to Fang Zheng, pointed to the stairs and said, "Two-fold and three-fold, you can only watch all kinds of martial arts on the first floor! Fourfold and five-fold are on the second floor, and you can't go up to the third and fourth floors and the fifth floor." Remember, the scriptures here can only be read, and after reading them, they can be put back in their original places, and they are not allowed to be taken out of the scripture pavilion! Once discovered, they are never allowed to set foot in the scripture pavilion!"

Fang Zheng nodded, and was about to go upstairs.

"Grandpa, you can't let him go up, you have to avenge your grandson!"

At this moment, a miserable cry suddenly sounded.

I saw three people walking in at the gate, two carrying stretchers, and on the stretcher lay a young man with a sad and angry face.

It was this young man who shouted grandpa.

Fang Lin!

Substitute for Fang Quan, and then was interrupted by Fang Zheng.

When the old man saw his miserable condition, he hurriedly rushed over and said angrily, "Who hurt you like this?"

He and Fang Lin are grandfathers and grandsons, and they dot on this only grandson very much on weekdays, but now that he is crippled, he is furious, and his tone is full of murder.

"Grandpa, it's him, you must kill him for me!" Fang Lin gritted his teeth and pointed at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng's expression was indifferent, and he was not in a hurry to go upstairs, but wanted to see how the other party took revenge.

"It's you! bastard!" the old man glared at him angrily, the aura on his body swelled, and the strength of the acquired eightfold burst out, and the momentum was overwhelming.

The people on the first floor gathered around, and they saw that Fang Zheng was full of ridicule.

It's not good for him to provoke anyone, but he provoked the grandson of Fang Yan, the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, isn't this looking for death?

"Fang Zheng, the old man wants you to cut off your hands and feet as well!" Fang Yan said angrily, and slapped his palm towards Fang Zheng.

"Look, Elder Fang Yan has made a move, this kid is going to die this time!"

"Haha, I don't know whether he is alive or dead, this time I see him so proud!"

Voices of sarcasm came from everywhere.

In the eyes of everyone, Fang Zheng was already a dead man.

That's when it happened.

"Fang Yan, what are you doing?" suddenly a loud shout came, stopping Fang Yan.

There is a person at the door, Fang Tuo!

When Fang Yan saw that it was him, he didn't dare to come nonsense, but his anger was still there, and he said in a deep voice: "Elder Fang Tuo, this bastard has injured my grandson, he must die today!"

Fang Tuo smiled and said, "Give the old man a face, how about seven days later?"

Fang Yan shook his head violently and said, "No, he has to die today!"

The most doting grandson was beaten like this by Fang Zheng, how could he bear it?

"That's it, your grandson has become like this, and his heart is really uncomfortable, if the old man presses you with his identity, it is also a little unreasonable, you make three moves, if he can be undefeated, this matter will wait until seven days later, what do you think?"

Fang Yan sneered, three moves, one move is enough!

When Fang Tuo said this, he had already given him a lot of face, and he couldn't insist on life or death!

With one move, you can kill Fangzheng, and your grandson's revenge will be avenged!

"Okay! According to what Elder Fang said, I will definitely give you face! I will kill him with one move!" Fang Yan gritted his teeth.

Fang Tuo looked at Fang Zheng with a smile and said, "The old man can only help you like this, just hold on to one move!"

Fang Zheng nodded, he was not completely sure of the eightfold move the day after tomorrow, but the situation was pressing, and he could only do it!

Fang Yan had been staying in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for a long time, and he had cultivated countless martial arts, and his strength was very amazing.

The onlookers craned their necks and looked at the field expectantly.

No one felt that Fang Zheng could resist Fang Yan's move.

Next, it must be blood splattered in the Scripture Pavilion, and fate will fall on the spot!

Fang Yan made a move, and slapped Fang Zheng's heart with a palm.

He is extremely ruthless, and one move must break Fangzheng's heart!

The speed is as fast as lightning, and the force is as heavy as a mountain.

Fangzheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the eyes and ears of insight were running rapidly.

Listen to the wind and debate the position, and look for the trajectory of the opponent's punch!

See!

But the other party's speed is extremely fast, even if he can see it clearly, the feedback to his body is much slower, and he has no time to dodge it with his whole body.

As soon as he moved, Fang Yan slapped his palm.

Bang!

He retreated more than a dozen meters, and the powerful impact made his body crooked, but in the end it didn't kill him!

He moved half a foot slightly, so that the other party did not hit him in the heart.

The pain swept through the body, but he still stood stubbornly!

One move does not die, one move does not fall!

That's victory!