"Ling below, you will know that you are very skilled in martial arts at the sight of your brother. Please give me advice!" The young man said with a gentle and elegant manner, and the standard and handsome boy who is very good at learning is looking for advice.

The man standing opposite him was pale at this time, as if he had been on the execution ground.

When the boy finished saying this, the big man suddenly waved his fist and smashed it hard.

However, the target he smashed was not the gentle boy, but his other arm.

"Bang!"

With the sound of a broken bone, the man's face instantly turned extremely pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling from the man's forehead.

"It's enough!" As the man spoke, he looked at the hundreds of big men sitting in the corridor not far away.

These big men all looked pale and were holding their right arms hard. From time to time, there were wailing sounds! Several doctors with autocratic falls and injuries were busy without touching the ground.

However, even if they are busy working continuously, they will not be able to catch up with the increase in the speed of the injured man. Therefore, most of the man can only endure the wailing sound at this time.

Fang Ling looked at the man who had self-mutilated his arms and thought to himself that this guy was also a tough guy. If it were normal, Fang Ling might not make things difficult for him anymore, but now, I can only blame you for being unlucky!

"My brother is indeed full of confidence in himself. He actually wants to let the next arm be grateful for this kind of true friendship." As he spoke, Fang Ling waved his fist and hit the man's intact arm.

Another punch hit the big man's arm. With this punch, the big man could no longer help but let out a shrill roar.

Amid the roar, whether it was the man who had injured his arm or the disciples of the Huwei Martial Arts Hall who were waiting, they all showed fear. They looked at Fang Ling again, as if they were looking at a devil.

A devil who can't resist them!

Fang Ling still smiled faintly and said to Guan Wushen, who looked extremely ugly: "Master Guan, please give me advice from your next disciple!"

Guan Wushen's face was darker than the bottom of the pot. His whole body couldn't help but tremble.

The young man said one hour ago that he would be able to do the 300 disciples of the Tiger Power School. He just thought that the young man just thought it was nice to say this. Since he had already fallen, let a few disciples vent their anger.

However, as time goes by, hundreds of disciples have been injured in the hands of this person. Moreover, the injuries of these disciples are the same, and their right arm is discounted.

One hundred disciples, this is equivalent to slapping a hundred slaps on his Guan Wushang's face. And the slap was slapped in public.

He believed that from tomorrow, no, it should be from now on that, he had become the laughing stock of the entire Dingfang City.

All three hundred disciples were broken with their right arms. This should be a joke in Dingfang City.

This kid is so cruel!

If possible, he would strangle this kid to death! No, cut him into meat sauce! He crushed his bones and raised ashes. If this is not the case, how could he relieve his hatred!

Unfortunately, all he can do now is to send his disciples one by one.

No way to give it away!

The immortal master Zhao was sitting leisurely next to him, and for his own life, he had to do so.

"Old Eighteen, go up and learn about Mr. Fang's unique skills." After these words were spoken from his mouth, Guan Wushang saw that his eighteen disciple, who had always been considered a tough guy, almost fell to the ground with a pale face.

"Bang!"

There was no resistance at all. This disciple, who ranked 18th and who had reached the early stage of Qi training, was broken on his right arm.

“One Hundred and Five”

“One Hundred and Six”

...

"Two hundred and ninety-nine"

Outside the Humao Martial Arts, there were already people standing there, and many people were calculating the number of people in their mouths with great excitement.

Over the years, the Huwei Wu Pavilion has dominated Dingfang City. Except for some major forces, they dare not offend them, other people have suffered a lot. I wonder how many people applauded them for being repaired one by one this time.

The people watching the fun had already filled the streets in front of the Huweiwu Hall since the arm of the fiftieth disciple was broken. Now, the entire buildings around the Huweiwu Hall were already full of people.

At the beginning, when Fang Ling broke the arm of a disciple from the Humao Martial Arts Hall, these people cheered, but when the arm of the 2000 people was interrupted, there was silence around them.

Silence, only silence!

"Ah!" A shrill cry came out of the last disciple's mouth. With this shout, the disciple suddenly used his head to hit a stone.

Although he is a master who has practiced to the second level of Qi training, how can his head be comparable to stones? The man hit the stones and suddenly his head was bleeding and fell to the ground.

The third hundred people fell down like this.

The disciples of the Huwei Martial Arts Hall were full of deep fear at this moment. If the 230th senior brothers had their arms broken, they still had an extremely hatred towards this young man, then now they only have one attitude towards this young man.

Fear, deep fear!

Many disciples now don’t even have the courage to look at this person!

Fang Ling looked at the last disciple who fell to the ground and smiled faintly, "Master Guan, I am grateful for my advice this time."

Looking at the boy who was still chatting and laughing, Guan Wushen's heart was constantly twitching. The twitching was even more scary.

Although he felt that it was not difficult for him to defeat this boy, now, when facing this boy, he has no advantage in his heart.

It can even be said that what he wants most now is not to take revenge, but to never deal with this young man again from now on.

And in his heart, he also felt a little resentment towards the task assigned by the Chen family.

"Mr. Fang, if there is nothing else, we will send it away." Guan Wushang reluctantly squeezed a smile on his face and said.

Fang Ling then clasped his fists and said to Master Zhao, "Thank you for your help, so I have this opportunity to ask for advice."

Master Zhao Xian saw the end of the matter. When Fang Ling injured more than a dozen disciples from the Tiger Martial Arts Hall, he still felt that the young man was angry and a little nonsense.

But now, this idea has been thrown out of his heart. This is a ruthless person and has no big benefits. It is better not to offend him.

He bowed unconsciously: "Young Master Fang doesn't have to take some trivial matters to heart."

Fang Ling smiled and expressed his gratitude to Master Zhao again, then stepped out of the Humao Martial Arts Hall. The people who had been surrounded by a crowd of fun unconsciously gave up a passage when they saw Fang Ling walk out.

Almost everyone showed fear when looking at Fang Ling.

There are also many young men of the same age as Fang Ling, but their eyes are filled with respect.

The Humao Martial Arts Hall is domineering, and there are not a thousand or five hundred boys in Dingfang City who are bullied by them. Although these boys dare not speak out, they have various thoughts in their hearts.

But they can only think about these ideas.

But now, a young man who was about the same age as them actually broke all the three hundred disciples of the Humao Martial Arts Hall.

This shock has made many people think that a real man should be like this!

That's what a real man should do!

"Sister Ying, do you think I'm too heavy to do it?" Fang Ling suddenly said to Hua Shuying softly when he was about to walk to his door.

Hua Shuying pondered for a moment: "Xiao Ling, I know there are no good people in the Huwei Martial Arts Hall, but your methods..."

Hua Shuying didn't continue to talk about the methods, but Fang Ling could imagine it. He said in a deep voice: "Sister Ying, you will only have some concerns when you seem more vicious than them and they provoke you again!"

"A good person, you will always be bullied!"

Although Hua Shuying felt that Fang Ling's words were a bit too extreme, she vaguely felt that it made sense in her heart.

Just when she didn't know what to say, a person suddenly fell to Fang Ling's front and said loudly: "Young Master Fang, I'm unforgettable about what happened today!"

"Get up, I'm not for you!" Fang Ling said lightly at the thin monkey who was kneeling on the ground.

"I know I am not worthy of letting Mr. Fang do this for me, but in my Skinny Monkey's heart, the other one is equally grateful." Mr. Fang said this and then said, "Mr. Fang, I heard that there are shortages of servants to clean up the house. Although I Skinny Monkey is a little stupid, I can still run errands. Please take it in by Mr. Fang."

Fang Ling looked at the skinny monkey who looked begging and gave a look at the empty mansion. He thought to himself that the door of the Fang family was getting bigger and bigger, and if there were not many people handling matters, just cleaning would be exhausting Sister Ying.

Although this thin monkey is not good at it, he is still smart. As long as he trains carefully, he will definitely become a good helper.

"Get up, our family will not collect kowtow insects as servants."

Fang Ling's faint words made the skinny monkey feel joy. He jumped up from the ground and said, "Thank you, young master."

Fang Ling nodded without saying anything, and walked directly into the gate of Fang's mansion. Although his purpose of buying medicine this time was not achieved, today's incident made him feel relieved.

This time, in addition to relying on one's own strength, it is more dependent on the power of the Immortal Master Zhao.

One day, I will be like Master Zhao, no, I should be like Brother Lin, so I dare not say anything in the whole city.

As soon as this thought arose, Fang Ling felt extremely excited in his heart. He greeted Hua Shuying and walked into his room.

There are still many masters in the 300 disciples of the Humao Martial Arts Hall. Although some people hardly take any action, after practicing with more than 300 people, Fang Ling felt that a lot of experience had arisen in his heart.

And the more this time, the more you need to practice well.

After all, strength is the most important thing!
Chapter completed!