Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Fang Lin said doubtfully: "Of course I am talking about you. You are deaf. Do you want me to repeat it? Well, I will say it again."

He looked down at Jiang Junchen with disdain and said every word: "You are rubbish."

Jiang Junchen laughed angrily and looked at Long Qiangwei: "Qiangwei, you know me, I absolutely can't stand this!"

Long Qiangwei wished they would fight, waving her hands and saying: "This is your business, I don't care, you can do whatever you want."

"Okay!" Jiang Junchen no longer had any worries, he laughed evilly and slapped Fang Lin's Tianling Cap down with one palm!

Jiang Junchen's palm unleashed all his peak Xuan-level strength. Even the air around him seemed to flow with his palm, and the momentum was terrifying!

He was already planning to beat Fang Lin to death!

As the genius of the Jiang family, even if he kills someone, what does it matter!

Snapped!

Just when Jiang Junchen's palm reached three inches above Fang Lin's head, Fang Lin slapped Jiang Junchen to the ground!

After rubbing his hands, Fang Lin asked: "Trash, what are you doing? Are you practicing Iron Face Kung Fu? It hurt my palm so much."

The burning pain on his face made Jiang Junchen fall into a state of confusion.

Touching his swollen face, several passages recurred in his mind, namely:

what happened?

What just happened?

what's the situation?

Damn it!

impossible!

There was a flash of surprise in Long Qiangwei's eyes. She had concluded that Fang Lin's realm must have reached the prefecture level! The realm of a great master!

My God, such a young earth-level powerhouse has really found a treasure!

The humiliation made Jiang Junchen lose his cool, and he didn't even analyze how fast Fang Lin had just shot.

There is endless anger in his eyes

The fire spread, and he jumped up from the ground. In mid-air, his legs made a dazzling sound as he kicked Fang Lin in the head!

This is an extremely lethal move.

boom!

"ah!!"

The next moment, Jiang Junchen covered his crotch and fell to the ground, screaming and almost fainting from the pain.

Fang Lin put his feet back and sneered: "Trash, what kind of kung fu are you practicing this time? Iron crotch kung fu?"

"Haha, Iron Crotch Kung Fu, Fang Lin, be careful, this kung fu is as powerful as the name says!" Wang Shaowei supported Cao Ranran, and the two of them spared no effort to ridicule.

Jiang Junchen covered his crotch, his face turned pale, and he finally realized that he had hit a brick wall!

He looked gloomy and thought in disbelief: "How is it possible that I, Jiang Junchen, a genius of the first generation, is already one step away from reaching the level of a grandmaster? Not to mention proud of the world, at least I am invincible at my age. How could I be so humiliated by this boy!"

Long Qiangwei confirmed Fang Lin's cultivation level at the side, and stood up as a peacemaker with a smile: "Fang Lin, you have beaten him enough. In my opinion, let's end it here, right?"

After all, Jiang Junchen's status is extraordinary. If Fang Lin really beats him up, Long Qiangwei will feel that it will not end well.

Fang Lin spread his hands and said, "As long as he apologizes to my friend, I can stop attacking him."

Long Qiangwei looked at Jiang Junchen: "You heard what Fang Lin said. It's up to you what to do."

The pain in his crotch gradually subsided. Jiang Junchen gritted his teeth and climbed up. He stared at Fang Lin bitterly and said: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. Today, Jiang Junchen, I admit defeat. One day, I will definitely bring you to today."

My humiliation is returned in every possible way! "

Although he was arrogant, he was not a fool. He knew that he was the only one who would suffer a loss by continuing to follow Fang Lin.

However, he was unwilling to give in and spoke with great momentum.

Fang Lin sneered and said: "You just apologize and you still have thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi? Have you seen too much? Believe it or not, I will slap your face until it is more swollen than your butt!"

He raised his palm in a gesture, and Jiang Junchen immediately took a big step back in fright!

"Yes, I'm sorry." Jiang Junchen didn't dare to hesitate. He looked up at the sky and apologized to Cao Ranran, but his voice was weak and there was dissatisfaction on his face.

"Be sincere!" Fang Lin shouted.

Jiang Junchen lowered his head, looked at Cao Ranran, and said in a much louder voice, "I'm sorry."

Cao Ranran laughed weakly, feeling much more comfortable.

Fang Lin then waved his hands in disgust and said, "Go away, don't let me see you again."

Jiang Junchen snorted and said: "Today is the Car King Challenge. Seeing that you are driving a sports car, do you plan to participate?

I advise you not to embarrass yourself by going on stage. Because the only one who can win tonight is me. Even if you go on stage, you can only see the taillights of my car, Jiang Junchen! "

Wang Shaowei had long been unhappy with him. Seeing that he was still so arrogant after being beaten, he couldn't bear it anymore and snorted: "Why are you so awesome? If you have the ability, you can compete with me first!"

Jiang Junchen's most proud force was crushed by Fang Lin, and his heart was extremely unbalanced. At this time, he wanted to win back a victory and regain his face, so he said without thinking: "Okay, come on!"

Fang Lin frowned. After all, Jiang Junchen was a martial arts master at the peak of Xuan level. His thinking and physical coordination were much higher than those of normal people.

Once such a master is immersed in something, it is often easier than ordinary people

Master, achieve something.

So Fang Lin really didn't think Wang Shaowei, a dabbler, could beat Jiang Junchen.

After thinking about it, Fang Lin finally persuaded: "Shaowei, forget it, it's almost eight o'clock, and the car king must be coming soon. There's no need to compete alone with him."

Wang Shaowei waved his hand and said: "It's okay. I admit that I can't beat him in a fight, but I'm not afraid of him in racing. He's still so crazy after being beaten. I have to treat him!"

Jiang Junchen sneered and quickly drove his car over. It was a silver Porsche 918.

The two became interested in competing and soon drove to the starting road at the top of the mountain.

Seeing two luxury cars planning to race, they quickly attracted a large number of onlookers. This can be regarded as the pre-race meal before the car king comes.

Seeing that they were planning to compete, the staff responsible for lane safety quickly moved into action and blocked the road.

The window of 918's car was opened, and they saw that Jiang Junchen had used tape to wrap his left hand into a fist at some point, and sneered: "Boy, I won't even use my left hand to beat you!"

Wang Shaowei was shocked and angry, and snorted coldly: "You will fly off the cliff later, and you will regret that you have one less hand to escape!"

It didn't take long for the track to be clear. The sexy girl wearing only three-pointers came between the two cars, raised the flag, and started the countdown.

The roar of the beast's engine is unique to supercars.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

The moment the flag fell, two supercars shot out instantly like arrows from the string.

Shifting the gear, clutch, and accelerator, Wang Shaowei was nervous and excited at the same time. He felt that he had reached a subtle connection with the car today, and it seemed that he was performing beyond the ordinary!