Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Fortunately, he himself is wealthy and maintains many bodyguards with different levels and skills.

Those who just went up are all experts who can fight one against five, as well as veterans, who are enough to deal with ordinary people.

However, seeing how easily Fang Lin solved it, Wei Shao understood that this kid had also practiced, and quickly called his second-level bodyguard to take action.

As soon as he finished speaking, several men in black who were still sitting in the audience stood up.

They drew their weapons, some with samurai swords, some with long swords, and some with gandao.

Anyway, there were all kinds of weapons and styles, which scared many of the audience to disperse.

"What's happened now!"

Fang Lin muttered to himself when he saw the group of people rushing towards him.

But what he said must be that he was worried about Zhang Meiyu's safety.

After all, he is a cultivator. Can it be called a fight if a cultivator beats ordinary people? That's called bullying!

Considering Zhang Meiyu's safety, Fang Lin rushed forward and no longer used the stage as a battlefield.

At this time, the strong man holding the Guandao had already rushed forward.

He shouted and jumped into the air, holding the Guandao in his hand and drawing a full bow, and then slashed hard towards Fang Lin on the ground.

"Yes! You can just cut this kid in half!"

Seeing this scene, Wei Shao felt proud again on his face. He felt that his chest didn't hurt so much anymore.

Fang Lin shook his head disdainfully, raised his hand and took the initiative to attack again, and rushed forward the moment the Guandao struck down.

"Hmph! I don't know how high the sky is, but it seems that boy doesn't want my hand anymore!"

Wei Shao sneered, opened his eyes wide, and waited to watch the show.

"Crack!"

Different from the expectations of people around him, Fang Lin’s hand

It was not chopped off by Guandao, but the Guandao was directly crushed into pieces by Fang Lin. It looked like a toy made of clay.

"This...is this guy still a human?"

Mr. Wei was stunned, the men in suits who rushed over were stunned, and everyone in the audience was also stunned.

Even Zhang Meiyu on the stage was stunned when she saw this. She only knew that Boss Fang had some skills, but could the scene in front of her be called some skills? It's like a god descending to earth!

Fang Lin crushed the Guandao into pieces, then raised his foot and shook it violently on the ground. All the bodyguards in black standing on the ground fainted and fell to the ground. Only the guy flying in the air with the Guandao still survived.

He fell from the air and landed in front of Fang Lin. Seeing the other party suddenly approaching, the bodyguard shouted.

"Ah! Don't kill me, don't kill me! You... you can do whatever you want me to do!"

The bodyguard was trembling all over. He had been doing this for more than ten years, and he had never encountered anyone as fierce as Fang Lin.

"Oh? Really? Well, you were sitting in the audience just now. Your Mr. Wei just made a vow. Now it's his turn to fulfill it. How about you go and help him?"

Fang Lin smiled at him, looking very friendly.

But that was just what he thought. In the eyes of the bodyguard, Fang Lin was as scary as a demon at this time.

The bodyguard waited for a long time, looked at the broken Guandao on the ground, sighed, and walked toward Wei Shao bit by bit.

"You... don't come here! What do you want to do to you, are you desperate for your life? Believe it or not, I will kill you tonight!"

When Wei Shao saw his bodyguard slowly walking towards him, his whole expression and eyes changed.

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He was also terrified. If he hadn't been rich, it would have been as easy for these bodyguards to deal with him as trampling an ant to death. What's more, he was injured now, so Wei Shao didn't even have the strength to escape.

The bodyguard walked to Mr. Wei and sighed.

"I know Mr. Wei, if you do this you will definitely kill me tonight, but that person wants to kill me now. Which one do you think I should choose?"

As he spoke, the bodyguard stretched out his hand, followed Wei Shao's torn pants, tore off Wei Shao's underwear, put it on Wei Shao's head, and then tore off Wei Shao's clothes and tied his hands. got up.

"Ah! Just wait for me, I...I'm going to kill you!"

At this time, the people in the auditorium had not dispersed. They were all laughing when they saw Wei Shao's embarrassed appearance.

Fang Lin shook his head when he heard this.

"Don't worry, I won't leave. I'll be back soon!"

With that said, he took Zhang Meiyu out of the venue and outside the hotel.

Originally, today the entire Buckingham Palace Hotel was contracted by Wei Shao. They attached great importance to it and arranged a lot of security forces.

But these were all stopped by Wei Shao. Wei Shao said that he was getting married in Chuzhou City. Who dared to make trouble? He didn't want to see so many security guards on the festive day.

The person in charge of hotel security heard the same thing, so he waited outside the hotel.

But after he finished smoking a cigarette, he heard the commotion from the crowd behind him, turned around and saw a woman in a wedding dress being pulled into a Lamborghini by a man, and then the two walked away.

"What...what is going on? Damn it! Something happened inside!"

The person in charge of hotel security slapped his thigh and rushed in with all the security guards.

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"Wei...Wei Shao? What are you..."

"Wei, your mother is a bad critic! Can't you see that I'm like this? Why don't you untie me now!"

Wei Shao cursed so hard that the person in charge of hotel security quickly ordered people to go over and loosen Wei Shao's bonds.

After his hands and feet were released, Wei Shao pulled off his underwear from his head, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello? Search the whole city for the person who just made a scene at my wedding!"

The person Wei Shao called was one of his capable men, and he was usually responsible for finding people.

After the explanation, Mr. Wei glanced at his own underwear, and then glanced at the security guard next to him.

The security guard was clever enough and took off his clothes in one go. Wei Shao picked them up and smelled the sweat smell on them.

He almost frowned and reluctantly put the clothes on himself.

Then Wei Shao came outside the hotel, surrounded by some unqualified rich men waiting to come over and cling to him.

At this time, seeing Wei Shao's ugly face and walking out wearing a security guard's clothes, most of them left silently or kept their distance with a long look.

There was only one rich man driving a Mercedes-Benz, leading a female companion. When the woman saw Mr. Wei coming out, she rushed towards him.

"Young Master Wei, Mr. Zhao and I wish you a happy wedding today!"

Wei Shao, who had already calmed down his anger in his heart, raised his hand and slapped the woman as soon as she heard someone mention this. The woman spun around and fell to the ground.

Then he glared at Mr. Zhao, and the security guard behind him immediately rushed forward and gave him a good beating.

Then Wei Shao cursed and left.