super hate ring

Chapter 317 Big Competition 5
Liao Chu and the people from Yunding Gate all looked at Jiang Fan with hatred, the hatred value soared, Jiang Fan suddenly pulled up more than 1 hatred value, two sips of wine for so much hatred value, enough.

"In the next round, Monk Jingse from Nanguo Temple will face Lin Wu from the Badi Lin Family."

The host announced loudly, but Lin Wu, who was full of confidence just now, was trembling all over, and his eyes were only on the water bottle in Jiang Fan's hand.

That's right, he can kill people by leapfrogging the ranks. Ordinary Xuan-level first-level Lin Wu doesn't pay attention to him, but he can't beat the middle-stage Xuan-level. If Jiang Fan also drinks, then he is still playing a fart?
"What's the matter? Gui grandson, are you afraid?" Jiang Fan walked up to the high platform with a water bottle in his hand, and looked at Lin Zifang and Lin Wu with a smile on his face. Perhaps Jiang Fan was the only one who dared to talk to the Lin family like this among all the disciples here.

"It turns out that the Lin family is also afraid sometimes."

All sects remained silent, even though many people wanted to see the Lin family's jokes, waiting for the moment when the Lin family would admit defeat, but no one dared to speak out, let alone applaud.

But at this moment, a voice sounded, Jiang Fan turned his head and saw a handsome young man, it was Li Fengfeng.

Li Fengyu was dissatisfied with the insult the Lin family had given to Elder Chen in the morning. Seeing that Jiang Fan was teasing the Lin family, he felt very relieved, and immediately shouted out. Jiang Fan smiled at him.

"Fengyu, what are you doing?" Elder Chen generally pulled Li Fengyu back.

"You grandson of the Lin family, I'm impatient to wait for you, uncle." Jiang Fan sat on the ring with his head bare, calm and composed, and the faces of the Lin family disciples were ashen.

After all calculations, no one expected Jiang Fan to have such a trick, which can improve his cultivation level by drinking. No wonder he made a mistake again when he agreed to fight Lin Wu yesterday.

How could Lin Zifang and the others not understand that if Jiang Fan drank alcohol and became a mid-stage Xuan-level like Zhang Xueting, he would be able to defeat Lin Wu with just two moves, or even kill him with one palm.

Now the situation is very clear, going up is death.If he didn't go up, the face of the Lin family would be ruined. No matter what choice he made, it would not be good for the Lin family. Lin Zifang hated Jiang Fan greatly.

"Quiet bald donkey. You don't drink if you have the ability." Lin Wu shouted bravely. He felt that if he didn't go up, for the sake of the reputation of the Lin family, Lin Zifang would force him to go up. He had no choice but to propose such a who We all know that this is an unreasonable request.

There were boos from the audience, Li Fengyu was about to make a sarcasm, but Elder Chen gave him a hard look, and he had to back down.

Although no one spoke in the audience, Lin Wu was not a stupid pig.Of course, I know what these people are thinking. If I go up today, I will die, and if I don’t go up, I will lose face. Why will I gain a foothold in the ancient martial arts world in the future.

Hatred value increased by 10 points.

"Okay, I'll do what you want. Jingmei, go on."

Jiang Fan threw the kettle at Qian Tingyi, and Qian Tingyi took it.

"call"

This time the booing became louder. None of the disciples understood what Jiang Fan did. Everyone knew that Lin Wu had leapfrogged to kill someone. He was at the beginning of Xuan level, and maybe that wine was his only possibility to win.What is it to leave the ring now?Are you courting death?
Li Fengyu also looked at Jiang Fan in astonishment, only felt that Jiang Fan was acting out of his own temper, and felt sorry for Jiang Fan in his heart, if he was defeated by Lin Wu like this, the price of his temper would be too great.

Lin Wu was stunned for a second, then he was overjoyed. "You can't blame me if you want to die." Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan agreed to the request he had made so hard, and with a sneer in his heart, he immediately entered the ring.

"There is such a miraculous wine in the world. After I kill this little bald donkey, I will take a look."

Lin Zifang looked at the wine in Qian Tingyi's hand. At this time, Zhang Xueting's drinking effect had almost disappeared.Lin Zifang knew that this kind of wine could only temporarily increase his cultivation.

But even this is amazing. For prefecture-level masters, even if they add a small level, their strength will increase exponentially, and they can play unimaginable effects in many cases.

If Lin Zifang knows that this is the brewing of medicinal herbs for alchemy, if he adds a small level to the prefecture level, he will also need herbs that can directly advance to a small level for brewing, and he will definitely give up the idea of ​​brewing wine immediately.

"Little bald donkey, I will let you know the price of arrogance today." Lin Wu stood on the stage, his long sword shook, and his voice and sword energy radiated at the same time.

"Coincidentally, I also want to say this to your Lin family." Jiang Fan still sat on the ground and said to Lin Wu with a smile.

"court death."

Lin Wu stabbed at Jiang Fan with a straight sword, Jiang Fan moved his whole body back, and the magic power suddenly radiated out. How could Lin Wu be able to resist the powerful magic power? The head is a stick.

"Hey."

The Vajra stick hit Lin Wu firmly on the head. This is a normal initial stage strength of the Xuan level. However, Lin Wu's own cultivation is not as good. When he was hit by this stick, his eyes suddenly stared like gold stars, and he didn't even know where he was standing. up.

Lin Zifang stood up all of a sudden, and looked at the ring with doubts. Lin Wu has always been known for his quick movements and accurate moves. How could he be hit by Jiang Fan's clumsy stick?If Lin Wu was so slow, how could he leapfrog to kill someone?
But before everyone's eyes, it was Lin Wu who stabbed Jiang Fan with a sword. Before he handed over the sword, he was hit on the head by Jiang Fan with a stick.

In the audience, only Lin Wu knew that he was bound by something and couldn't move at all.

"Huh"

Jiang Fan hit Lin Wu's long sword flying again with another stick. While Lin Wu couldn't find the north, the stick continued to greet Lin Wu's whole body. One stick to the left, one stick to the right, one stick up, one stick down, Lin Wu She was beaten all over the floor looking for teeth, completely unable to resist.

"嗙嗙嗙嗙嗙"

All the people who were going to see how Lin Wu leapfrogged to kill people and learn from his experience in kendo were stunned, watching Jiang Fan on the stage beating Lin Wu like a dog.

"I want you to court death, I want you to be arrogant, I want you to be lawless, I want your grandpa to throw the kettle..."

Jiang Fan scolded while beating, this is not a martial arts contest, it is clearly a big man beating a disabled person who has no resistance, Lin Wu curled up on the ground, was beaten with his arms around his head and legs, and was beaten with his arms around his legs in a short while. His body was bruised and bruised, and he was dying.

Everyone in the Lin family was shocked. This is not the time to investigate why Lin Wu lost his combat power. If the fight continues like this, Lin Wu will be beaten to death.

"Lin Wu, admit defeat." A disciple of the Lin family shouted out, Lin Zifang gave him a hard look, but now he had no choice but to admit defeat, Lin Wu had only one way out, death.

But Lin Wu on the stage seemed to be very arrogant, he didn't say a word, he just cared about being beaten, Jiang Fan was of course not polite, the stick kept hitting Lin Wu, finally, Lin Wu was finally beaten to death on the stage.

When he was dying, he showed more than 70 hatred points towards Jiang Fan. The first move was restrained by Jiang Fan's strange power, and then he could only be beaten passively. Later, he wanted to beg for mercy, but his tongue was frozen.

How could Lin Wu not hate that he was beaten to death in front of all warriors like this, and died so wrongly.

"Hey, are you out of breath?" Jiang Fan was surprised, walked over and touched Lin Wu's nose, was startled, and immediately folded his hands together: "Amitabha, you are so good, this little monk has committed a crime, it is a sin."

Jiang Fan turned to Lin Zifang and shouted: "Elder Lin, I'm sorry, I beat your grandson to death, but you can't blame me, your disciple has never begged for mercy, and I can't help it."

Apart from Jiang Fan's voice, needles could be heard in the entire square. The competition in Shennongjia was not without casualties, on the contrary, many people died every time, but this was the first time that a disciple of the Lin family died.

In previous competitions, it was impossible for all disciples of the Lin family to be promoted, and some were defeated, but it was enough to beat the disciples of the Lin family. No one dared to kill the disciples of the Lin family. If they were hated by the Lin family, there would be no good fruit to eat.

Lin Wu was the first disciple of the Lin family to die in a martial arts competition.

Lin Wu was actually beaten to death by Jiang Fan in the ring, plus Lin Xiaofan who was killed by Qian Tingyi before, and Lin Xiaomo who was poisoned by seven insects and seven flowers.

This is no longer a matter of disrespecting the Lin family and provoking the authority of the Lin family. This is already a life-and-death enmity.

At the moment of Lin Wu's death, everyone in the Lin family's hatred for Jiang Fan increased, and Lin Zifang suddenly added [-] points of hatred. Now Lin Zifang really doesn't know how to go back and explain to the old patriarch.

The hatred value has increased by tens of thousands.

"This round of competition, Nanguo Temple Jiang Fan won." After a long time, the host announced in a low voice, with a trembling tone.

"Thank you everyone, thank you, thank you for your support, I am so happy to be able to advance to the top 64, thank you everyone."

No one spoke in the whole square, only Jiang Fan walked down with a smile on his face, holding a stick in both hands on the steps, and bowed to everyone, like a star who was welcomed by crowds, the hatred value of the Lin family rose again.

"Have you had enough fun?" Jiang Fan clasped his hands and walked back to the Nanguo Temple team, Qian Tingyi rolled her eyes.

"In the next round, Monk Jingmei of Nanguo Temple will face Li Fei of Jiangtingmen."

"Now it's your turn to play." Jiang Fan smiled at Qian Tingyi.

Li Fei was only at the late stage of Huang level, Qian Tingyi was fighting with Xuan level cultivation base, the situation was sure to win, and he won soon, not only Qian Tingyi won, but other monks from Nanguo Temple also advanced.

Yesterday Jiang Fan drew all Huang-level disciples from the Martial School, and the four most powerful ones were assigned to himself and Qian Tingyi, and there were two Xuan-level monks, and the other two late-stage Huang-level monks won without any pressure.

Of course, except for the one against Snow White.

In the second round, six disciples of Nanguo Temple advanced, and everyone looked at Nanguo Temple with envy. Even if the competition was stopped now, the ranking of Nanguo Temple's sect was much higher than before.

And everyone knew that Nanguo Temple could advance to the next level, but it was just letting Bai Xue at Jingshuimen. Such an astonishing record was rare in the history of Shennongjia martial arts competitions.

For Jiang Fan, of course, the happiest thing was not that the disciples of Nanguo Temple were promoted, but that Qian Tingyi and others defeated all the disciples at the bottom of the cranes of the major sects. It is possible to mix up promotion.

(End of this chapter)