Urban Infinite Awakener

Chapter 218
These Jianzong disciples who came to shout, they didn't dare to step into Tianlong's courtyard, they just shouted loudly outside, let Lin Fan come out to die, it's that simple.

"Report your name, young master, I don't want to beat anyone who is unknown." Lin Fan came out of the yard slowly, and saw twelve disciples of the Sword Sect guarding the gate of the yard.

"Master, I am a disciple of the sect, and I worship under the sect of the Eleventh Elder." The leader pointed to Lin Fan and said.

"A member of the Eleventh Elder's sect?" Lin Fan thought they were just ordinary disciples after hearing what they said.

There is a little difference between the disciples of the elders and the disciples of the closed doors. The disciples just worship under the elders, and usually get a few pointers from the elders.

This is the beautiful woman of Tianlong. She told Lin Fan before that the disciples in the sect have a grand competition every year. If they get good grades, they will be accepted by the elders and get guidance from the elders.

"That's right, we are the disciples of the Eleventh Elder's sect, boy, if you are afraid, cut off an arm and roll down the mountain." They pointed at Lin Fan and cursed.

"Have your minds been shut down, and I am told to break your arm, you are a bird, you want to fight, right? Come on, trash." Lin Fan scolded this arrogant trash.

"A mere boy from outside the sect dares to give up like this, let me go, abolish him, and throw him down the mountain." This is not the first time they have done something to a boy from outside the sect.

It can be said that in their eyes, the children outside the sect are not scum, and if they are killed, no one will intervene. Even the disciples inside the sect would not dare to offend the disciples of these elders, let alone those outside the sect.

"You're not even in the Martial King Realm, how dare you point fingers in front of me, young master, and get down on the ground." Lin Fan released a force of gravity on the sword sects who rushed forward.

In the Ninth Heaven of Yin-Yang Realm, those under the Yin-Yang Realm are absolutely overwhelmed. They can be said to be invincible under the Yin-Yang Realm. Even King Wu would not even try to please Lin Fan.

So these rubbish that rushed up didn't understand what was going on, and they fell down on the ground all of a sudden, as if they were pressed by dozens of tons of weight, and their feet knelt in front of Lin Fan.

"Aren't you here to beat me? Why do you kneel down to me? But I like it, kneel down, kneel down hard!" Lin Fan said.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Under the weight of gravity, they braced their bodies and tried to stand up, gritting their teeth and screaming in pain.

"Lie on my stomach!" A wave of air spread under Lin Fan's feet, and the guys who were kneeling alone felt the gravity again, and their bodies fell to the ground, lying on the ground.

"Ah, ah...Damn it, I have to fight one-on-one." They spit out mouthfuls of blood from their mouths.

"One-on-one, are you idiots, or am I stupid? The twelve of you slaughtered me together, and now you're talking about one-on-one with me? Is your mind full of shit?" Lin Fan scolded these trash.

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he started kicking and kicking these thick-skinned guys.

Whoever they are, the disciples of the Eleventh Elders, since they want to cut off his arm, then be polite to them.

However, Lin Fan didn't intend to break their arms. After all, he just came here and the disturbance was too much. If the elders took action, it would be a little troublesome.

So Lin Fan kicked and beat them hard and made them lie down for a month.

"Ah, ah..." The guy who was kicked and vomited blood by Lin Fan, in addition to screaming, also cursed at Lin Fan.

"A pile of rubbish, what are the elders' disciples, do you have the strength to do it? Rubbish, rubbish!" Lin Fan kicked and beat them, while cursing at them: "Call me grandpa, I will let you rubbish."

The disciples who came from behind looked murderous when they saw Lin Fan beating twelve guys.

They hurriedly took back the long swords in their hands, turned and left, leaving only a few guys behind, watching from a distance as Lin Fan kicked and beat them, beating them like pigs' heads.

"Trash says I'm rubbish. If I'm rubbish, what are you? You're worse than rubbish. Get lost, trash."

Lin Fan treated them like soccer balls, and kicked them flying one by one, flying them dozens of meters away, falling to the ground hard, rolling and rolling, unable to get up for a long time.

"Damn it, poof!" The guy who was beaten into a pig's head spat out a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly threw a pill into his mouth.

"I won't let it go like this." The guy who was kicked out said that he was supported by an insider to leave.

"Go to senior brother, go to our senior brother." They couldn't beat Lin Fan, so they could only ask their own brother Wu Wang to do it.

Tianlong's cultivation level is the first level of King Wu's. The senior brothers above her are naturally not bad in cultivation level, but Tianlong is not worried about Lin Fan.

With Lin Fan's strength, even if the senior brothers above made a move, there would be no benefit. What she had to do now was to convince her father to let Lin Fan live here.

"You go and rest here first, I'll go find my father and say something nice to you." Tianlong smiled and said to Lin Fan after seeing Lin Fan dismiss those flies.

"Go, go, remember to ask your father to marry you to me." Lin Fan said to this handsome and beautiful Tian Long.

"Pfft, you really dare to think about it." Tianlong said to Lin Fan, an abnormal guy who was always thinking about himself.

"Men, what are you afraid to think about!" Lin Fan said without paying attention to those rubbish.

Jianzong!

Now there was a commotion, Lin Fan was beating the disciples of the Eleventh Elder's sect, all of them were masters of the Yin-Yang realm, he didn't even touch the hem of his clothes, and was severely injured by a disciple outside the sect.

This matter has spread, and it has also reached the ears of the elders, especially the eleventh elders, who have lost face by them.

"Listen to this old man, don't provoke that man named Lin Fan, you understand?" Elder Twelve said to his disciples.

"Why?" asked the disciples below who didn't understand.

"Because that's my brother, whoever touches my brother, I'll nail him to the ground with a hoe, what, I'm talking about you." The mining hoe in Qian Feng's hand was nailed to the stone slab.

"Hmph, it's just relying on the elders to pass on the children, a piece of trash." Hearing Qian Feng's words, the next few scolded dissatisfied.

The reason why he scolded him was that everyone said that he was expected to become the direct descendant of the twelve elders, but now he was fine, and he was upset that a new guy took his place.

"What kind of rubbish, what's this guy's name, call you senior brother, or call you rubbish, don't you agree, okay, I'll give you a chance to fight alone, and if you win the battle, I'll give you [-] spirit beads."

Qian Feng said to this unconvinced guy, and after he finished speaking, he put a handful of spirit beads beside him, and held up the hoe in his hand: "Do it, just hit here, don't be shy, you'd better go all out, or you will die!" Miserable!"

The twelve elders beside him did not speak, and he also wanted to know how strong his disciple was.

I was still thinking: "Why do I feel that I received a thorn?"

Since the elder didn't speak, he made a move to step on Qian Feng and let the twelve elders know that he is the real strong man, not Qian Feng.

(End of this chapter)