Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

The old father's words made Ouyang Lin regretful even more. If he had known now, he should not have offended Fang Lin before.

Although the Ouyang family endured the humiliation from beginning to end, it is an indisputable fact that they offended Yuan Long.

The Zhu family has never been a place for outsiders to reason with each other. Everyone in the Ouyang family knew that the Ouyang family was in doom, so the old man had to bow to Fang Lin.

"It's not difficult to save your family." A wicked smile flashed from the corner of Fang Lin's mouth.

"The Ouyang family has offended many people. I will repay my kindness in the future. Please give me some advice and save my Ouyang family." Ouyang Bielin said politely.

"Carve a few words in blood on each of them and send them to the Zhu family."

"What word?"

"Fang Lin is here for a visit." Fang Lin said firmly, word by word.

"No...Master, you absolutely cannot."

"Yes, no. This kid is a shameless person. It is clear that he wanted to use the help of our Ouyang family to humiliate the Ouyang family and the Zhu family at the same time."

"That's right, what the Zhu family hates most is for others to touch the Zhu family's members. Carving blood on them is just like digging up the Zhu family's ancestral graves."

"Master, you can't listen to this kid's nonsense. No matter how powerful this guy is, he is just one person. Take them and go to the Zhu family to plead guilty. Maybe there is a way to survive... ugh..."

Fang Lin's words instantly made Ouyang's family completely furious. Their previous expectations turned into furious, and some even showed their fists again.

In front of the huge 'Zhu Family Empire', the Ouyang Family may be worthless.

But no matter how powerful Fang Lin is, he is just a lonely man with two losers. Everyone in the Ouyang family still has at least five points of confidence.

Before the last man could finish his words, a snow-white steamed bun shot out like lightning.

Fast, too fast, incredibly fast.

Seventy-eight Ouyang

The disciple already sensed that the situation was not right and was about to take action, but the steamed bun had already reached the man's mouth and covered his mouth tightly.

"Catch me to plead guilty? Ask your master, can you do it?" Fang Lin returned to his seat leisurely and said coldly with no expression on his face.

Although Fang Lin's technique was indeed too fast to prevent, the Ouyang family didn't pay much attention to it.

It's just a steamed bun. Even if you can't bite it down, just spit it out and it won't do any harm.

But in the next second, the man clutched his throat with both hands, his face turned purple and black, and he was jumping up and down in pain. Only then did everyone realize the seriousness of the problem.

At this time, everyone guessed that the snow-white steamed buns were gradually turning red. When seven or eight people hurriedly dug out the steamed buns, they discovered that the man's front teeth had already fallen out.

"If anyone can't control their mouth anymore! The punishment won't be that simple." Fang Lin said casually.

"Mr. Fang, please forgive me..." After giving his disciple a fierce look, Ouyang Belin quickly bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

"Old sir, you don't have to be like this. If you really believe it, just do what I say. If you don't believe it, no matter how much you say, it's useless. Run for your life. Maybe there is still a chance of survival.

By the way, the old gentleman is afraid that his time is running out and he cannot bear the bumps. "

Taking Gao Meilan's hand, Fang Lin took the lead and walked down. Just as he reached the corner, he suddenly retreated two steps.

"You bastard, what are you talking about? Don't leave, I'm going to chop you up."

"Who the hell are you cursing to death? Even if you die, my father will still be alive and well."

Fang Lin's words immediately made everyone in the Ouyang family furious again, especially Ouyang Lin, who jumped directly towards Zeng Cheng.

"Go back

Come. "Ouyang Bielin shouted decisively with a livid complexion.

"Dad, this..."

"Do as Mr. Fang says."

"Dad, are you an old fool..."

"What? You want to rebel?"

"Yes, do it."

Although he disagreed with his old father's decision, Baishan filial piety came first, so Ouyang Lin had no choice but to call on his disciples to tie up the gangsters who were still in a coma.

At the northern end of Xingzhou City, there is a tall European-style castle surrounded by more than ten villas. Hundreds of strong men in black suits are patrolling back and forth, making it even more majestic and majestic.

About an hour after Fang Lin and the others left, more than a dozen young men dripping with blood and dressed in strange clothes stumbled towards the villa.

In a villa at the left end, a young man covered in international famous brands sat on the sofa with a cold look, and his handsome face with exquisite features could not hide his anger. This person is none other than the third young master of the Zhu family, Zhu Cong.

"What's written on those people?" Zhu Cong said in an extremely cold tone.

"Back to... Back to Third Young Master, Fang Lin, who wrote... wrote, is here for a visit. Also... Also, the Zhu family is rubbish. Also... Also, the old turtle of the Zhu family must die a good death."

A young man of similar age to the young man kept his head lowered and said tremblingly.

"Fang Lin? Have you finally come to die?" The anger on Zhu Cong's face suddenly disappeared by half, replaced by a strange sneer, and even a little excited.

"Third... Third Young Master, I... my brother is in such a miserable state, his body is completely broken! I heard that it was the Ouyang family who did it, so you must make the decision for me!"

The other young man was Yuan Long's younger brother Yuan Hu. He had already burst into tears. He clenched his fists in anger and fell to his knees with a thud, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Okay, your brother will use you to show his authority

Fu has been here for several years, so he needs to be taught a lesson, so let’s put it aside in advance. "Zhu Cong said impatiently.

"What does Third Young Master mean?"

"In the eyes of the Zhu family, the Ouyang family is just like ants. But now our main enemy is Fang Lin. It would be unpleasant if we were suddenly bitten by an ant in the back.

You, bring someone back to me to bring Fang Lin alive. "

"Third Young Master taught me a lesson. I wonder how many people I can bring with me?"

"five hundred."

"Five hundred? Is that an exaggeration..."

"Um?"

Seeing that Zhu Cong was obviously displeased, Zhu Cong really wanted to slap himself in the face, so he quickly gave a deep salute and retreated.

At the same time, Fang Lin and the others walked into Zeng Cheng's company headquarters building.

But what Zeng Cheng never dreamed of was that as the chairman, he would be blocked by his own people. Only then did he know that he, the founder, had actually been fired from the company.

After several unsuccessful attempts to communicate, Zeng Cheng was thrown out by two security guards.

Fortunately, Fang Lin had quick eyesight and quick hands, and Zeng Cheng was able to escape unscathed.

"Go away." Fang Lin walked straight towards the two security guards and said coldly.

"Huh? It's you who should get out."

The two security guards stretched out their electric batons directly towards Fang Lin and said with disdain.

"Mr. Zeng, how much do you have to pay for the person who hit you?" Fang Lin looked back at the angry Zeng Cheng and said half-jokingly.

"Mr. Fang demolishes the building for me and I don't have to pay for it," Zeng Cheng said angrily.

"Boy, what the hell are you talking about? If you want to pay, we will pay for your medical expenses, that's it."

A security guard took out a dollar from his pocket, threw it directly at Fang Lin's face, raised his head and laughed.