That Wen Luo said that he invited the disciples of the lower courtyard to the banquet. But the look on his face made people look disgusted.

When one of the disciples of the lower courtyard heard this, he snorted and scolded: "When did you go out of the mountain to run errands and come to the people of the middle courtyard?

Wen Luo's face turned pale when he heard this, and he said: "I'm not worthy, are you people in the lower courtyard worthy? Where is Jiang Lerong, hurry up and get out of here!"

A disciple of the lower courtyard next to him said coldly: "He is now crossing the river with mud bodhisattvas, and it is difficult to protect himself." We won't go to your banquet, if you want money, just go to him and ask for it! ”

At this point, it is already very clear. It turned out that this Wen Luo was a disciple of the Middle Court. This time I came to extort money. I thought that he had something to do to go out of the mountain, so he wanted to ask for some silver flowers from the lower courtyard, so that he could be more relaxed when he went down the mountain.

And Jiang Lerong usually asks for fifty taels of monthly fees for the disciples of the lower courtyard, I don't know how much he will fill his pockets, but there is always a part that is pulled out to please the people of the middle court.

When Wen Luo heard this, he sneered and said, "How can I have time to find Jiang Lerong." Go and call him!"

At this time, a disciple of the lower courtyard suddenly turned his mind and said, "The feng shui of our lower courtyard has also turned now. Jiang Lerong is no longer our big brother.

Now the master has asked 'Tuo Nan Sheng' to supervise and manage us. If you want to find him, just look for him!" he said, pointing towards Fang Zhongjin.

Wen Luo also knew that the newcomers were very fond of Nong Yingjie, the master of the lower courtyard. But he didn't expect that in just a few days, Nong Yingjie entrusted him to manage and supervise the disciples of the lower court.

He nodded and looked at Fang Zhongjin and asked, "What do you say?

Fang Zhongjin looked at Wen Luo, nodded and said, "You have something to do with me." ”

When Wen Luo first saw him, he was just a taller life. The appearance is dark, and there is nothing special about it.

But until I heard him say this, he really had the spirit of a big brother.

Wen Luo was stunned in his heart, but he quickly suppressed a trace of doubt in his heart, and asked, "Yes, it's a good thing that someone is willing to come forward." When you first arrived, I didn't go around in circles with you.

The brothers will go out of the mountain in a few days. Since you are the steward of this lower house, as in previous years, pack your bags for us as soon as possible. ”

Fang Zhongjin smiled when he heard this, and said, "Okay, although our lower courtyard is poor. But it's okay to save a few steamed buns from the meal every day.

When the senior brother goes down the mountain, our lower disciples will definitely see the senior brother off. ”

Wen Luo heard this and laughed angrily. He turned his head to the disciples of the lower courtyard and said, "Are you just looking for such a fool to stand out for you? Is Jiang Lerong dead or disabled? Can't a normal person in the lower courtyard be found?"

But in the blink of an eye, he saw that this group of lower court disciples all showed a gloating expression. Wen Luo couldn't figure it out for a while, was stunned for a moment, and then said to "Tuo Nansheng": "Don't pretend to be stupid for me! I only collect cash tickets!"

Fang Zhongjin said to him again: "Although I speak for the people here, it is not yet my turn to collect the cash. Please be accommodating. ”

Wen Luo had already been impatient to bargain with this man. Although the people in their middle court are not as in charge of their heads and feet as in the upper court, they will still be punished by the master for causing trouble in the sect.

Fortunately, Jiang Lerong was an interesting person in the past, and he didn't need them to say much, so he would obediently offer the silver taels.

Now this "Tuo Nan Sheng" really wants to pretend to be stupid with himself wholeheartedly. I can't say that, I can only let him see the skills of their middle court.

Wen Luo stopped talking to him, and beckoned the five people who came with him, and wanted to beat up this "Tuo Nan Sheng".

I saw that he made quick moves and was agile. Sure enough, the disciples of the middle court are not a little bit stronger than the people in the lower court.

Although the other four are slightly inferior to Wen Luo, they have also worked weekdays.

For a while, four or five fists around Fang Zhongjin were like hailstones, and they hit him at the same time.

Although the disciples of the lower courtyard all knew that "Tuo Nan Sheng" was powerful, but now that they saw the fists and feet of the disciples of the middle courtyard being so powerful, they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in their hearts.

But in Fang Zhongjin's eyes, although the disciples of the middle court were indeed stronger than the disciples of the lower court. But it's just like a child can fight better than a puppy. Their martial arts moves are just child's play in their eyes.

Fang Zhongjin didn't deliberately show off his kung fu, he used the small grappling kung fu taught by Nong Yingjie. One hand intercepted a fist that hit him in front of him, and with a twist of his wrist, he heard a person cry out in pain.

Fang Zhongjin's small grappling kung fu is really good, but his internal strength is even stronger. One of the opponent's fists was pinched in the palm of Fang Zhongjin's hand, as if it was firmly sucked, and he couldn't move at all.

With the twist of Fang Zhongjin's wrist, the opponent's entire arm was also twisted. It's just that the man's arms are turned to the limit, and his body is too bulky to rotate.

I only heard a "hiccup" sound like popping beans.

Fang Zhongjin shouted with his palm, and the person he was holding flew upside down.

When he stood up again, one arm hung softly, and it was actually broken by Fang Zhongjin.

The disciples in the lower courtyard were stunned. This group of people from the Intermediate Court often come to them on weekdays to show off their might, and they show no virtue in their mouths. There is not a single disciple in the lower courtyard who does not hate them, and I hope that they can endure some misfortunes.

But when I really saw the rapidly swollen arm of this disciple of the middle courtyard, I couldn't help but feel afraid for a while. For quite some time, they besieged this "Tuo Nan Sheng", but he was gently knocked to the ground.

It seems that "Tuo Nan Sheng" was really merciful to his subordinates that day. Otherwise, how could they stand by and watch the battle as they do now?

When the other four disciples of the Intermediate Courtyard saw the tragic situation of their junior disciples, they also felt a chill in their hearts. But it has come to this, and they cannot be allowed to back down.

Wen Luo and the others even launched a lifelong study, bent on joining forces to beat this terrifying guy until they talked.

Fang Zhongjin deliberately only used the small grappling techniques of the Huashan School, specializing in hand-to-hand combat, just twisting their joints and amputating other people's arms.

Not to mention that this little grappling method was performed as smoothly as a dance in Fang Zhongjin's hands. It's just that what accompanies him is the pain of the disciples of the middle courtyard one after another.

However, if they leaned too little, the hands of these five disciples of the Middle Court were twisted and broken, and they were so swollen that they were about to break their sleeves.

Among them, Wen Luo is the worst. A right arm twisted out of it, protruding from a strange sharp angle.

When everyone saw that his face was blue and cold sweat flowed down his head, they knew in their hearts that his arm must be broken.

For example, a sect like their Huashan faction that specializes in swordsmanship, and their right hand was seriously injured, and most of the whole person was useless.

The disciples of the lower courtyard watched these people from the middle courtyard come with their toes proud, and now none of them could walk intact.

They can't help but have something in their hearts, and more often than not, they gloat. Fortunately, this monster is from their lower house, otherwise if he didn't know how to hit his hands, he would have died even worse.

Fang Zhongjin looked at the group of seriously injured disciples of the Middle Academy, and finally said, "Get out!"

Although this voice was not very loud, it hit everyone's hearts like an amnesty order.

Several disciples of the middle courtyard glanced at each other. Wen Luo said angrily: "Let's go, what else can I do." Fortunately, these people were injured in their arms, and although they were in pain, their legs and feet were still clean.

The five disciples of the Middle Courtyard all ran away with their arms down. The disciples of the lower courtyard who stayed behind were all extremely excited.

Since they joined the Huashan faction and were sorted into the lower house, they have never felt so proud as they do now. This group of people was suppressed by the Intermediate Court all day long and despised by the Upper House. Not to mention those personal disciples, it seems that they have never seen them before.

They all say that they are the same Huashan disciples, and they are indeed the most embarrassed group in Huashan.

Now this group of people is full of drums in their hearts, thinking that if this person takes the lead, maybe when the patriarch is born, he will really come out and leave the lower courtyard again.