super hate ring

Chapter 294 Abbot, Do You Say That?

Jiang Fan seemed to completely ignore these gazes, and smiled faintly at Zhang Mo: "Why are you staring? Do you still want to hit me? Come on, come on, try to touch me? Our abbot will kill me with one finger." you."

Jiang Fan stretched his neck in front of Zhang Mo, his tone was provocative, Zhang Mo took a few breaths, and turned to Fa Shan suddenly.

"Abbot Fashan, this is your new disciple, right? You have no rules, and even spoke rudely to this old man. Abbot, what do you plan to do with it?"

The status of Nanguo Temple is lower than that of Xueshan Sect. If a disciple of Nanguo Temple takes the initiative to offend Xueshan Sect, and Xueshan Sect retaliates against Nanguo Temple in the future, other sects will have nothing to say.

Therefore, the monks of Nanguo Temple would not dare to provoke Xueshan Sect. If such disciples appeared, Nanguo Temple would definitely punish them severely, so as to give Xueshan Sect an explanation and eliminate Xueshan Sect’s excuse to retaliate against Nanguo Temple.

Zhang Mo affirmed that Fashan would punish Jiang Fan severely.

"Abbot, what do you think should be done?" Jiang Fan took a step forward and took the initiative to bow to Fashan and said, "Abbot, all disciples listen to the abbot. No matter if the abbot wants to abolish my martial arts, or directly wipe them out, I will never complain. Just a word from the abbot."

"Puchi." Qian Tingyi on the side was almost amused by Jiang Fan again.

Fashan's face turned pale, how dare he punish Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan offended the Snow Mountain Sect, and caused trouble for Nanguo Temple, if it was really his disciple, he would have already slapped him.

But now let alone being poisoned by the Gu poison, even if he hit him, he was no match for Jiang Fan, as Jiang Fan said, he stabbed himself to death with one finger.

"This... This disciple has just entered the sect and doesn't know the rules, so please invite Elder Zhang Haihan." Fashan bit the bullet and said something to Zhang Mo, and the hatred value increased by 8 points again.

Zhang Mo looked at Fa Shan in disbelief. This old bald donkey has lost his temper. He didn't punish his disciple under such circumstances, but before he could speak, Jiang Fan on the side spoke again.

"Abbot, it's not that I don't understand the rules, this girl is really hateful, we are Nanguo Temple, not the Nanguo branch temple of Xueshan Sect, why should this girl take care of our sect's affairs, who is this girl?

This guy's cultivation is not as good as the abbot's, and I'm still here. If I really don't understand the rules, I'll go up and beat him a long time ago. "

"you……"

Zhang Mo looked at Jiang Fan angrily, and said angrily to Fa Shan, "Abbot, don't you care about this? Even if I, Zhang Mo, tolerated this tone magnanimously, I'm afraid our priests won't bear it either. If you don't punish this disciple, You think about the consequences."

Zhang Mo already had an obvious threatening tone, and the big-breasted senior sister of Jingshuimen was also surprised at this time, and said to the black girl: "This little monk seems to have no brain."

"But what he said is what many disciples of the sect want to say, isn't it?" The female disciple with a wax gourd face on the side continued. There have been too many scenes, Jiang Fan's words to scold Zhang Mo now, the disciples of Jingshuimen only feel very happy.

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense." The prefecture-level Jingshuimen elder gave the winter melon-faced female disciple a hard look. If such words got into the ears of the Xueshan sect, sects like Jingshuimen would suffer catastrophe.

"This..." Fashan, Faxuan, Fatong, and the Four Vajras all hated Jiang Fan to death in their hearts. This was not to bring trouble to Nanguo Temple, but to bring disaster to Nanguo Temple.

Jiang Fan was overjoyed when he saw that the hate points of several bald donkeys rose at the same time, and tens of thousands of hate points were easily entered into the account.

"Hey, hello, why don't you listen to me? Why are you so ignorant of the rules? You don't know that in our ancient martial arts world, low-level warriors should be polite to high-level warriors? You don't respect our abbot so much, what do you think? dead?"

Jiang Fan walked up to Zhang Mo, stretched out his fingers and tapped on Zhang Mo's forehead, and Qian Tingyi who was beside him finally burst out laughing.

Looking at a 0-cultivation monk in front of him who was probably an urban dandy pointing at him, the girly little monk beside him even laughed, Zhang Mo was so angry that he stared at Fashan fiercely.

"Abbot." Jiang Fan looked up at the sky, and suddenly said, "I think our Nanguo Temple should have a backbone. If we bow our knees to an elder from another sect, then what are we? I'm afraid I will Leaving Nanguo Temple."

From Zhang Mo's ears, this sentence further confirmed his guess. Jiang Fan was a wealthy urban family who paid a huge price to come in for gold plating, thinking that he was a big deal.

This fool still doesn't know that no matter how much it costs, Fashan will abandon him if Nanguo Temple is in danger of destroying his family. At that time, his powerful parents will not be able to help him.

But the meaning of this sentence was very obvious to Fashan and the others. If he was polite to the Xueshan faction as before, then Jiang Fan would be rude to people like himself.

Fashan seemed to feel the Gu worms in his body moving.

If you are not polite to Zhang Mo, Nanguo Temple will definitely attract tragic revenge from the Snow Mountain Sect. If you are polite to Zhang Mo, you will suffer revenge now.

A group of monks once again increased their hatred towards Jiang Fan, and Jiang Fan's accumulated hatred has reached 10,000+.

"Elder Zhang, this disciple is a disciple of my Nanguo Temple, and I think, I think... I think what he said is right, you better leave it alone."

Fashan gathered all the courage in his life, and finished this sentence hesitantly. The surrounding Xueshan faction and Jingshuimen were all silent. No one expected that Fashan would favor Jiang Fan.

"Elder, look how strong the abbot of Nanguo Temple is." The female disciple with a winter melon face said to her elder.

"Then what does it matter to you?"

The elder reprimanded him, feeling strange in his heart, the former Fashan was not such a person, he respected the Xueshan sect and these sects, and was afraid of causing trouble, what happened now?Good temper.

"Did you hear that, you low-level trash, you know how to meddle in other people's business all day long, and you don't care about your own. You don't want to teach you your mother's voice, or are you a bastard with no family education?"

As soon as Fashan's words fell, Jiang Fan immediately froze and flaunted his might in front of Zhang Mo.

The hairs all over Zhang Moqi's body were spread out, his fists were clenched and cracked, and the disciples of the Snow Mountain School behind him were also fierce in murderous aura.

"Yo yo yo, you want to kill me? You want to kill me with such a broken cultivation? Believe it or not, my abbot stabbed you to death with his finger." Jiang Fan said disdainfully to Zhang Mo, his eyes full of contempt.

"You..." Zhang Mo was furious, but he really didn't dare to do anything. He had just advanced to the third floor of the prefecture level, and compared with Fa Shan, who had stayed at the peak of the third floor of the prefecture level for decades, he was still far behind. If Fashan is really determined to protect Jiang Fan, he is not Fashan's opponent.

And the other disciples I bring are also below the prefecture level, unlike Nanguo Temple which brings one to enshrine and one elder, and there are also the Four King Kongs, so group selection does not have an advantage.

Seeing Jiang Fan frightened in front of him, Zhang Mo had nothing to do.

I am a majestic elder of the Snow Mountain School, but was bullied by a young monk from Nanguo Temple, and he was from the city. This is simply the greatest shame in the ancient martial arts world, and the hatred for Jiang Fan came out all of a sudden.

Hate is worth 15 point.

"Oh, and you guys." Jiang Fan bypassed Zhang Mo, walked up to the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect, and said disdainfully, "You want to do it too? Your elders are all idiots in front of our Nanguo Temple. One, just because you dare to attack our Nanguo Temple?"

"Oh, you boy, the sword is half drawn out, you cut me, you cut me." Jiang Fan walked up to a disciple of the Xueshan sect who had drawn out a third of his sword, and shouted provocatively, the disciple of the Xueshan sect The hatred value increased greatly, and he was about to draw out his sword and chop off the neck that Jiang Fan handed over. He greeted the "no" eyes from the disciples of the Snow Mountain School around him, and shook his head slowly.

Zhang Mo, the disciple who drew the sword, and the other disciples of the Snow Mountain School had a sharp increase in their hatred.

Fashan, Faxuan, Fatong, and the Four King Kong people in Nanguo Temple also increased their hatred greatly.

Jiang Fan patted the sword-drawing disciple on the face: "What? No seed? Wasn't it very frustrating just now? Isn't your Snow Mountain faction very powerful? Why did you lose your temper in front of this young master? No eggs, go home and raise pigs Bar."

Jiang Fan walked back from among the disciples of the Snow Mountain School with his hands behind his back, and said in his mouth, "I'm pissed off in front of this young master, I'm looking for death, a bunch of trash."

"Hint, successfully pulled 20 hate points."

Jiang Fan saw that Fashan's hatred value had risen to almost one hundred, other Nanguo Temple's hatred values ​​had also risen, Zhang Mo's hatred value had reached 25 points, the other disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect had ranged from 10 to 25 points, and the Sword Drawing disciple had reached three points. ten o'clock.

It is only tens of thousands away from completing the main task.

At this time, an opening was opened on the shore of the lake, and two disciples of the Water-avoiding Palace came out of the opening.

This opening is usually closed, and the disciples of the water-avoiding palace used water-proof clothes to go directly down from the lake, but this time the big competition was held, this passage was opened, leading to the formation gate, and from here you can directly enter the water-avoiding palace. water palace.

Seeing that the atmosphere on the shore of the lake didn't seem right, the two disciples of Waterproof Palace seemed to be very angry. The strength of Waterproof Palace was about the same as that of Nanguo Temple, so they didn't dare to come over.

"Abbot Fashan."

Zhang Mo saw that the disciples from the water-avoiding palace came up to greet him, and he didn't want to waste time with Nanguo Temple. The humiliation and anger in his heart reached the extreme, and he said to Fashan in a cold voice: "I just want to tell you one thing, no matter the monk's urban family gave you Nanguo The great benefits of the temple are not worthy of your favoritism, because you probably won't be able to use these benefits, so let's wait and see."

Zhang Mo turned around and left, but before he took two steps, his clothes were caught suddenly. Looking back, it was Jiang Fan. A low-level junior dared to grab the clothes of an earth-level warrior, which was unprecedented in the ancient martial arts world.

"Wait, wait, don't pretend to be a motherfucker, you've said enough, I have something to say, since you know that I have power in the city, you still dare to say that about me? My dad is a high-ranking official , my mother is a business tycoon, my grandfather is still a red generation, how dare you mess with me.

How dare you threaten the abbot to punish me, if you don't explain it clearly to me, my abbot will stab you to death with one finger every minute, abbot, don't you think so? "

Jiang Fan turned back and shouted at Fashan.

(End of this chapter)