"The opponent turned out to be Lin Zejun?" Fang Xiaohu's eyes widened.

He hurriedly grabbed Fang Heng's arm and said eagerly: "Brother Heng, Lin Zejun is ruthless, after you come to power, you must admit defeat immediately." Later, when it's my turn, I'll teach this guy a lesson and be angry for you!"

Fang Heng touched Fang Xiaohu's head and smiled slightly: "Little Huzi, I understand your kindness." However, you seem to have forgotten that you are not Lin Zejun's opponent. ”

Just three months ago, Fang Xiaohu collided with Lin Qianjiang in the market, and was broken by Lin Zejun's legs, and his injuries did not heal until a few days ago.

"Who said I wasn't his opponent!"

Fang Xiaohu exhaled angrily: "If it weren't for the fact that there were many others that day, I would ...... How could I possibly defeat him?"

Fang Heng shook his head with a smile, said no more, walked out of the crowd, and slowly stepped onto the martial arts platform.

......

On the martial arts platform, Lin Zejun hugged his arms in front of his chest, looking arrogant.

Seeing Fang Heng appear, he immediately sneered: "Fang Heng, you waste, are you afraid of being repaired by me, so you are ready to admit defeat?"

"Waste is waste! If it weren't for your father and your brother covering you, the Fang family would have maintained you like this?

Lin Zejun continued to humiliate with words, trying to provoke Fang Heng and lure Fang Heng into a fight.

In the face of humiliation, Fang Heng said indifferently: "Who is the waste, after the fight, we will naturally see." ”

"Also, you're right about one thing. I've got my brother and my dad in the covers, and you? You don't have anything. ”

"You can only follow the master like a dog, begging that the master will be in a good mood one day, so that you can pick up some leftovers to eat. ”

Hearing Fang Heng's words, Lin Zejun's face turned red, and the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, and he was furious.

What he hated most in his life was to be called a lackey.

What's more, it is still in front of so many people in public.

"Fang Heng, you are looking for death!"

Lin Zejun's eyes were red, he couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed forward and smashed Fang Heng's chest with a punch.

Fang Heng smiled coldly and raised his fist to greet him.

Boom!

Click!

The two fists intersected, and there was a crisp sound of bone cracking.

Fang Heng stood in place, unmoved.

Lin Zejun, on the other hand, was so shocked that he took seven or eight steps back, holding his fists, squatting on the ground, and his face was distorted and deformed in pain.

Seeing such a scene, everyone was stunned.

"What's the situation?"

"How could Fang Heng defeat Lin Zejun, Lin Zejun, isn't he a martial artist of the Triple Pulse Realm?"

At the viewing table, Fang Tiannan's tiger eyes were condensed, and he was shocked.

"Heng'er...... Actually broke through to the Triple Pulse Realm?Good boy, when did this happen?"

As soon as Fang Heng made a move, his true qi was revealed.

With Fang Tiannantong's ninefold strength in the vein realm, he could naturally see at a glance that Fang Heng's true cultivation was true.

"Heng'er is really pure, obviously still above that Lin Zejun!, great!" Fang Tiannan was pleasantly surprised.

Just when everyone was whispering and secretly surprised.

On the martial arts platform, something even more shocking happened!

Fang Heng's figure flickered, and he moved in front of Lin Zejun like a ghost.

Sideways to avoid Lin Zejun's heavy punch bombardment, Fang Heng's five fingers were together, and his horizontal palm slapped Lin Zejun's left rib.

Syllable!

The sound of bone cracking echoed, and four ribs were broken hard!

"Ahh

Seeing this, Fang Heng hooked up an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, and a cruel light appeared in his eyes.

He didn't mean to stop, he stepped forward and aimed at Lin Zejun's ankles, shoulder bones, elbow bones and other joints, and slammed them continuously!

Click!

The crisp sound of bone cracking, like fried beans, echoed continuously.

Lin Zejun's left foot, right shoulder, right elbow, and both knees were all broken by Fang Heng!

It wasn't until the deacon in charge saw that the situation was serious, climbed the martial arts platform, and was about to stop it, that Fang Heng kicked Lin Zejun off the martial arts platform with a fierce kick at will.

At this time, Lin Zejun had collapsed on the ground like mud and passed out.

The entire martial arts arena fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone cast strange glances at Fang Heng.

The moves are sharp and fast, and the shots are fierce and ruthless, is this really still the famous waste of the Fang family?

Ignoring everyone's strange eyes, Fang Heng's face was calm, ready to step off the martial arts platform.

Suddenly.

"Little brute, you are so vicious, not only broke my son Zejun's hands and feet, but also abolished his spiritual vein?"

"My lord, please be the master of Zejun!"

A middle-aged warrior in a brown robe knelt beside Lin Zejun and kept kowtowing to Lin Zhuoxiong, the head of the Lin family at the viewing table.

This middle-aged martial artist is Lin Zejun's father, Lin Chengyong, who has cultivated the fifth level of the Tongmai Realm.

Without waiting for Lin Zhuoxiong to respond, Fang Heng's father, Fang Tiannan, took the lead in standing up.

"Lin Chengyong, keep your mouth clean for me! In the ring competition, injuries are inevitable. Your son is not strong, how can you blame my son?"

In Yunyang City, Fang Tiannan is well-known for protecting his shortcomings.

Whether it was Fang Yun or Fang Heng, as long as someone dared to say that his son was not, he would definitely stand up.

Lin Chengyong was afraid of Fang Tiannan's strength and identity, and dared not speak out, so he had to continue to set his eyes on Lin Zhuoxiong, hoping that Lin Zhuoxiong could stand up for him as the head of the Lin family.

But what disappointed him was that Lin Zhuoxiong's eyes were lowered, he was silent, and he didn't seem to have any intention of coming forward.

On the martial arts platform.

Fang Heng sneered: "Vicious? I don't think it at all." Three months ago, when he Lin Zejun broke the legs of our little tiger, he should have realized that he would end up today. ”

"A person like him, just being deprived of the spirit vein, is simply too cheap for him. ”

Glancing at the angry Lin Chengyong, Fang Heng looked indifferent, walked off the martial arts platform, and returned to the crowd.

From beginning to end, Lin Zhuoxiong, the head of the Lin family, did not stand up and say anything.

Lin Chengyong was helpless, so he had to hug Lin Zejun and was unwilling to retreat.

After Fang Heng returned to the crowd, he was immediately greeted by a large number of Fang family disciples.

"Xiao Heng, you are hiding deep enough! You have passed through the pulse realm threefold, and you won't say it, let everyone be happy and happy together!"

"Brother Heng, do Brother Yun and the Great Elder know about this, are you deliberately hiding your cultivation to surprise them?"

"Ah Heng, you defeated Lin Zejun's moves just now, it was clean and neat, it was really relieving. I've been going to beat up that bastard thing for a long time!"

"Brother Heng, thank you...... Thank you...... Woo woo...... "Compared to other Fang family disciples, Fang Xiaohu was even more excited.

He threw himself directly into Fang Heng's arms and cried, snot and tears wiped everywhere, making Fang Heng disgusted for a while.

After such an episode, the competition continued.

Next, Fang Heng took the stage to duel several times, and without exception, they all ended in victory.

These young disciples lacked combat experience, even if they had cultivated to reach the fourth level of the Tongmai Realm, they were higher than Fang Heng, and they were not Fang Heng's opponents.

After more than a dozen games, Fang Heng won all the way to the final battle.

Opposite the fighting platform.

Lin Qianxue's younger brother, Lin Qianjiang, looked cold and arrogant, wearing a black robe, and showed his figure.

"Is it finally your turn?" Fang Heng stared at Lin Qianjiang, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.