super hate ring

Chapter 319 Big Competition 7
There have been several rounds of martial arts competitions on the stage. At this time, a late Huang-level martial artist is defending the list. Because many martial arts sects rank the masters behind because of the Lin family, it is inevitable that there will be weak people in front of the guards.

Everyone wanted to go up to the challenge when they saw such a low-level defender, but a bald man took a step ahead and reached the ring first.

It was a late Huang-level monk from Nanguo Temple, whose dharma name was Jingming.

The monks of Nanguo Temple are not stupid, how could they not know that this list is aimed at them, and now there is a low-level martial artist guarding the list, they just want to go up to the end of the challenge as soon as possible, so as to save their lives.

Nanguo Temple's kung fu has the characteristics of "sit quietly" and "vigorously", which is stronger than ordinary warriors of the same level. Jingming is at the late stage of the yellow class, and the opponent is also at the late stage of the yellow class, so Jingming has the advantage.

The two sides fought together, Lin Zifang, Jiang Shuiyue and others closed their eyes and rested, and did not even look at the ring.

Jingming danced fiercely with a vajra stick, crushing the opponent so hard that he couldn't breathe, and hit the opponent on the head with a stick, the opponent immediately rolled off the ring, and Jingming won.

"Jingming, a monk from Nanguo Temple, has successfully challenged. He will accept a challenge as a defender. If he succeeds in defending the ranking, he will advance to the top [-]." come up.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed, now everyone finally knows that the Lin family is firmly against Nanguo Temple. The other party is a late yellow-level player, and it is almost enough to come up to a mysterious-level early stage player. This is clearly not for Nanguo The monks in the temple have the slightest chance, even drinking is useless.

Lin Zifang opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan was holding the jug in his hand, but he didn't send it to Jingming. It was slightly strange, but he figured it out right away.

Jiang Fan should only be able to advance to one level of wine, and if he gave it to the monk of Nanguo Temple, it would be at the beginning of the Xuan level, and he could not beat this master in the middle of the Xuan level. The wine must be very precious, Jiang Fan is not willing to do useless work.

There was a disdainful smile on the corner of Lin Zifang's mouth, what he wanted was to look at Nanguo Temple, and Jiang Fan's helpless expression on seeing himself and his fellow disciples being killed.

Jingming's face was pale, and before he could react, the opposite Xuan-level mid-term attacked him, and the first move was a killer move with all his strength, leaving no room for it.

"boom."

One move, just one move, Xuanji Zhongqi knocked Jingming into the air with one palm, seeing that Jingming was about to roll off the ring, Xuanji Midqi threw an extra dart in his hand, threw them all over, and shot Jingming.

"Huh"

Jingming landed on the ground, with a lancet stuck all over her body, her eyes wide open, her face full of unwillingness, and her death was horrible.

The other monks of Nanguo Temple turned pale with fright, and the people from Jingshuimen looked at Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi worriedly. Obviously, Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi could not escape the same fate.

Lin Zifang opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Fan. He originally wanted to put on a mocking and threatening expression, and told Jiang Fan that it was still too late to give in. As long as he handed over the antidote of Shuangxiu Snake and Seven Bugs and Seven Flowers, he would be fine. Otherwise, it would be Jingming fate.

But only to realize that his wonderful expression was facing the air, Jiang Fan didn't even look at him, his face was extremely calm, without any trace of fear, but with a faint smile on the contrary.

Lin Zifang was furious, and snorted coldly. He wanted to see if Jiang Fan's expression when he was killed was still the same as now.

Two more Nanguo Temple monks were killed later, and apart from Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi, there was only the last Nanguo Temple monk left.

The poor last monk of Nanguo Temple is still a defender, because Nanguo Temple has advanced the most, there are three defenders, and No.3 is him. When a late-stage Xuan level stood up, this one was injured in the first round The monk at the beginning of the Xuan class didn't take any chances anymore, turned around and ran towards the stairs.

"puff"

This Xuan-level late-stage man held a red-tasseled spear in his hand, and threw it directly. The force field locked around the Xuan-level monk, and the red-tasseled spear pierced the monk's throat from the back of his neck.

By this time, all the four Nanguo Temple monks who took the stage were killed, leaving only Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi in the competition. The two Nanguo Temple monks who were eliminated in the first round and the second round respectively began to rejoice , if they hadn't been eliminated deliberately, the fate of the two of them would not be better than those four senior brothers.

Lin Zifang, Jiang Shuiyue, Zhang Mo, and all the elders and disciples of the school looked at Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi to see the expressions of these two mortals, but they were still very calm, and no one understood.

Among the remaining challengers, there are quite a few masters. Lin Qiutang from the Lin family, Wang Weizhan from the Xueshan faction, and Hua Wuxue from the Waterproof Palace have not made a move yet. Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi cannot be any of them. opponent.

"Brother, are you okay? If it doesn't work, just admit defeat. It's not a big deal. No matter what, I, Li Fengfeng, admire you. In Shennongjia for decades, no one has dared to be so rude to the Lin family. Brother, you are the first."

At some point, Li Fengyu came to Jiang Fan's side, probably because he saw Nanguo Temple dying one by one, and he was afraid that Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi would be nervous, so he came over.

Jiang Fan turned his head to look at Li Fengyu, smiled, he didn't care, the death of the monks of Nanguo Temple was none of his business, four monks of Nanguo Temple died, he just felt that he was the one who harmed them, and the value of his hatred for him soared , I have earned [-] hate points anyway.

The three Fa Shan Fa Xuan Fa Tong and other Nanguo Temple monks brought tens of thousands of hatred points. I am very happy in my heart, what is so sad.

As for the issue of face, Lin Zifang probably has a lot of face and pride now, but this drama has only just begun, so there is nothing to worry about.

"Our Nanguo Temple has never been afraid of any forces, but I want to see how the Lin family kills me and Junior Brother Jingmei." Jiang Fan said calmly.

Li Fengfeng looked at Jiang Fan in admiration, thinking that even if he faced such a challenge against him, he would feel apprehensive. With so many masters, who would not be afraid?What's more, Jiang Fan is only at the beginning of Xuan level, he is not as good as himself, with such courage, Li Fengyu really admires Jiang Fan.

"Brother, I'm committed to your friend." Li Fengfeng said solemnly, Jiang Fan smiled slightly, but did not speak, because it was Zhang Xueting's turn to defend the list, and the challenger was a late stage Xuan level.

According to the order, Zhang Xueting will be herself after that.

The late stage of the Xuan level challenged Zhang Xueting in the early stage of the Xuan level. Sure enough, the Lin family also hated Jingshuimen. Lin Zifang looked at Zhang Xueting on the stage coldly, and was dissatisfied that Jingshuimen had been standing on the side of Nanguo Temple for a long time. Of course, he would not let it go. Jingshuimen killed Zhang Xueting and Baixue just to let all sects see what would happen if they opposed the Lin family.

"Sister, if you want to blame, you can blame you for offending the Lin family, and I can't save you." Xuanji stood on the stage and said to Zhang Xueting. Zhang Xueting is very beautiful and sexy. If he could, he didn't intend to kill Zhang Xueting. Just to provoke the Lin family, he can only ruthlessly kill such a beautiful girl.

Zhang Xueting smiled slightly, took a sip of Jiang Fan's wine, and said, "Brother, if you don't kill me, maybe I can spare your life."

"Hmph, do you think you are my opponent after drinking that wine?"

Zhang Xueting's words completely offset the sympathy of the late Xuan level, but I was afraid that Zhang Xueting's wine would increase too much, so I tested it first. Once Zhang Xueting made a move, the heart of the late Xuan level was assured. Zhang Xueting is not at the Xuan level now. Only in the middle term.

What's more, it's a very fake mid-level Xuan level, with only a middle-level Xuan-level cultivation, but no experience in the middle-level Xuan level, even adapting to this level of cultivation is a problem.

Such a mid-stage Mystic-level would be dead against warriors of the same level, let alone his late-stage Mystic-level.

In the late stage of the Xuan level, he had no scruples and charged towards Zhang Xueting with all his momentum, in order to kill those monks from Nanguo Temple with one move, just like other masters before.

"boom."

"Thug chug."

There was a sudden sound, and Zhang Xueting suddenly took out something from her waist, and shot it at the late Xuan-level warriors. Everyone took a closer look and knew what it was, it was a gun from the urban world.

This is not an ordinary gun, but a composite gun, with a light sniper on the top and an automatic rifle on the bottom. Zhang Xueting shot a light sniper shot at the head of a late-stage Xuan-level warrior, then the automatic rifle fired, and at the same time stabbed out with a sword.

Xuan-level fighters can block bullets, automatic rifles face-to-face, there is no way for Xuan-level fighters, but who would have expected that such a contest would suddenly appear in Zhang Xueting's hand.

If the light sniper is a black-level warrior who defends with all his strength, he can also defend against it, but now he is not prepared, and the light sniper bullet directly hits the forehead of a late-level mysterious warrior.

This injury was not deep, but at the moment when the martial artist lost his balance in the late stage of the Xuan level, the rifle bullets and the long sword had already arrived.

Using two prongs, the late Xuan-level martial artist was pierced through the throat by the long sword before he had time to react.

All the warriors present were stunned.

Lin Zifang stood up all of a sudden, stepping out with one foot, Jiang Fan's voice came loudly: "What does Elder Lin want to do?"

"Zhang Xueting of the Jingshui Gate broke the rules of the competition, used urban guns to compete, and intentionally killed people. For the competition, she must be severely punished."

"That's right." The white-bearded old man echoed loudly, he was the elder of the martial artist sect at the late Xuan level, and he was the most proud disciple of his sect.

Although the sect of the white-bearded old man is a great sect, those who are under the age of 30 at the late stage of Xuan level don't come out often. The dead warriors are extremely talented, and now they are dead, which is a great loss to the sect.

Not only did Xiaofangshan lose the quota, but the sect’s dream of using this disciple to participate in the Kunlun Grand Competition was completely shattered. How could the white bearded brain not hate Jiang Fan, everyone saw Jiang Fan handing the black cloth bag to Zhang Xueting, Now who doesn't know that's a gun.

"Breaking the rules of the tournament, isn't it? Is there any weapon to use in this tournament?"

Lin Zifang's white-bearded old man froze. That's right. There is no rule about what weapon to use in this competition, and the cultivation level is not as good. Even if you take a heavy sniper, it's not a match for a black-level warrior at all if you are prepared. .

(End of this chapter)