A series of screams came from Yang Beichen's mouth.
His bones were shattered all over his body, and his body was shaking uncontrollably because of the severe pain.
In the end, he was almost rolling and screaming, looking extremely embarrassed.
All around, there was a dead silence.
The crowd looked at Lin Xiao as if they were looking at a monster!
Yang Beichen is a true disciple, and his cultivation has reached the sixth level of the Heavenly Ancestor, enough to call himself a genius monster.
But now, he is worse than a dead dog!
It can be said that... life is worse than death!
"I remember that his name seems to be Yun Feiyang, and he is the leader of this Martial God Championship!"
"With the third level of Heavenly King cultivation, he powerfully won the first place in the Martial God Storm Competition. It's no wonder that his strength is so terrifying!"
"I finally understand why Mo Fan wants to call him boss. With such strength and talent, he is also the best among the best in the entire Martial Arts Temple!"
"Not only is this man powerful, but his methods are also extremely sharp. He takes action as soon as he is told, without any hesitation."
"In addition, he also said that Bei Gongxue is his woman. Doesn't this mean to everyone that Bei Gongxue belongs to him, and anyone who covets her or likes to have fun with her words should restrain herself?"
"Crazy, this guy is too crazy. As Yang Beichen's master, Protector Zhuang will definitely not give up!"
There were bursts of discussion.
Even Yang Beichen's henchmen also joined in the discussion.
As for Yang Beiwang, he fainted from fear on the spot.
This group of people, as ugly as they can be, formed a huge contrast with the arrogance they had before arriving.
"Let's go back!"
Lin Xiao still ignored everyone, fell down, and prepared to return to the courtyard.
"Boss, what should I do with this Yang Beichen?" Mo Fan looked at Yang Beichen angrily.
"Don't worry, he won't die."
Lin Xiao shrugged, not stopping at all because of this, and said as he walked: "As a disciple of the Martial Arts Temple, I will naturally abide by the sect rules and never fight with other sects. Therefore, I just ignited his soul and never thought about it.
Take his life. As for when the fire of the soul will be extinguished, I can't say."
Hearing this, Mo Fan shuddered.
Mo Fan is still very clear about Lin Xiao's soul attainments.
It is no exaggeration to say that in the current heaven, there are no more than ten people who can compare with him.
In this way, this Yang Beichen...
"Tell me why you want to die. Lie down on the ground and be a quiet dead dog. Wouldn't it be nice to mention your sister-in-law?" Mo Fan glanced at Yang Beichen and put on a show.
The way the elders teach the younger ones.
Afterwards, Mo Fan and his party did not stay long, and entered the courtyard one after another under the dull gazes of everyone.
at the same time!
Martial Arts Temple, in an attic!
Wu Yuan and a fat middle-aged man sat opposite each other, playing chess and chatting.
"Witch Protector, I heard that Mo Fan got into trouble again recently. As a master, why don't you train him properly?" The fat man took a sip of tea and spoke calmly, but there was a sense of blame in the words.
"Why, did Mo Fan offend you?" Wu Yuan smiled.
"I won't go into details about the previous accounts. Just yesterday, Mo Fan crippled Yang Beiwang and injured more than ten people. Where can I put my old face?"
The obese man shouted angrily, and his body was filled with anger.
"Protector Zhuang, the fight between disciples will not have any impact. On the contrary, it can also promote the competitiveness of both parties. In the long run, this will be of great benefit to practice. You can relax and there is no need to get angry about it.
!" Wu Yuan was still smiling, as if he had nothing to do with me.
"The witch protector still sees clearly, I really admire you!"
Suddenly, the obese man retracted his scowl and said grimly: "By the way, I forgot to tell you something. Yang Beichen came back early this morning!"
When Wu Yuan heard this, his brows suddenly sank.
"It is said that Yang Beiwang was so angry that he specially used the sound transmission jade slip to let Yang Beichen return early. But even so, Yang Beichen still lived up to everyone's expectations and successfully broke through the shackles of cultivation and officially entered the sixth level of the Heavenly Ancestor!"
The obese man ignored Wu Yuan, and his voice became more and more proud: "I remember that Mo Fan and Yang Beichen were not on good terms with each other. With the combination of old and new grudges, with his temperament, he will never let Mo Fan go."
"Judging from the time, they are probably fighting already!"
boom!
Wu Yuan stood up and slammed the stone table in front of him.
In an instant, the stone table, which weighed ten thousand kilograms, turned into a piece of powder and fell to various places in the attic.
"Good on you Zhuang Ting!"
"You first pretended to be angry and deliberately tricked me, and then you told the news about Yang Beichen's return. This way, I won't be able to save my face and go to the rescue!"
"You are such a bastard, how dare you plot against me!"
Wu Yuan was completely angry.
Originally, he thought it was strange why Zhuang Ting got involved with Mo Fan.
It turns out that Zhuang Ting has been laying the groundwork just to get Wu Yuan into his trap!
"Witch Protector, you are already old. It will do you no good to get angry. Besides, this is just a small fight between disciples. Over time, it will be of great benefit to your practice!"
At the end, he added: "You don't have to worry. With Mo Fan's strength, he is definitely no match for Yang Beichen. He is probably being beaten crazily right now!"
"I have sent people to inquire about the situation a long time ago. I expect there will be news soon!"
Zhuang Ting and Wu Yuan seemed to be in harmony, but secretly they were always scheming.
After Mo Fan's rise, the two became even more powerful.
This time, Zhuang Ting seized the opportunity and naturally wanted to teach Mo Fan a lesson.
Even the two of them playing chess here were arranged by Zhuang Ting in advance.
In this way, Yang Beichen can teach Mo Fan a lesson to the point of death!
The beloved disciple was beaten to the point where he could no longer take care of himself. As a master, Wu Yuan's face would be tarnished and he would be criticized wherever he went!
"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!"
At this time, a figure rushed toward the attic.
Not long after, they arrived in front of Wu Yuan and Zhuang Ting.
"Dharma protector, something big... something bad is going to happen!"
The figure was extremely embarrassed. When he spoke, one of them lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
"How unbecoming you are in a panic!"
Seeing this, Zhuang Ting cursed deliberately.
Inside, I was praising this person repeatedly. This fall was so exquisite that it completely aroused the tense atmosphere!
"Is the battle between Mo Fan and Yang Beichen over? Mo Fan hasn't been taught a lesson too badly, right?" Zhuang Ting continued to pretend, and when he spoke, he glanced at Wu Yuan on purpose, almost raising his tail to the sky.
"The knot...is over!"
The figure took a deep breath and said with a panicked expression: "However, the final result is a bit unexpected!"
Having said this, the figure waved his hand.
Immediately, four figures walked into the attic. They were in pairs, all carrying stretchers.
There are two people on the stretcher.
A man was lying quietly, motionless. If it weren't for his weak breathing, it would be easy to think that he was dead.
The other person was almost fixed on the stretcher, his body kept struggling, and he kept wailing from his mouth, like a complete madman.
When Zhuang Ting saw the two of them, the smile on his face froze.
Even the heart stopped for a time! (To be continued)
