For the Lin family, the candidate for the battle was crucial.

Not only do they have to beat Zhao Fan, but they also have to make sure that they can win the remaining seven matches, only then can they win all the bets and preserve the prestige of the Southern Ocean Shoulin.

Several of the family members in charge found it difficult.

Zhao Fan might still be easy to deal with, his own aunt is definitely not easy to deal with, who can beat him if he fights alone?

Thinking about it, Lao Jiu said, "Let Master He appear!"

A few other members of the family nodded their heads.

Master He was highly skilled in martial arts and a steady person, he was the chief youth training instructor of the Lin family, and the younger generation of martial artists were all his disciples.

With his overall strength, he should be in the middle of the pack with Li Mu and have the ability to challenge him.

He Quan stood in the ring with his hands behind his back in a patriarchal manner.

Zhao Fan was surprised and asked, "Why doesn't your aunt make an appearance?"

That's not really a good question to answer.

As one of the people in the know, He Quan was well aware of the plans of the several family members in charge and knew that Missy's family had become an outcast.

However, it was impossible to say such words to Zhao Fan, so he could only choose to keep his mouth shut.

He doesn't speak, Lemuel speaks from the podium.

"Kid, look carefully, I'm representing the Shen family now, if you can pass this hurdle, remember to challenge the Shen family next time."

Zhao Fan nodded his head and said aloud, "Alright, wait for me, I'll challenge you soon!"

He Quan showed a displeased look.

This kid is so crazy, even though I heard that he is the best of the Zhao family's generation, he may not be a match for himself.

In the end, it's the young people who always like to have no one in sight. I'll teach you how to behave today.

Zhao Fan drew his katana, held the hilt in one hand and the sword in the other, held it flat against his chest and said, "Please!"

The weapon He Quan used was a big gun, holding it with both hands, shaking a gun flower, and stabbing at Zhao Fan's chest.

The two fought together, and in the blink of an eye a few rounds passed, and He Quan's expression began to become grave.

A connoisseur will know if there is one or not, He Quan is indeed capable, otherwise he would not be qualified to serve as the Lin family's chief trainer of youth training.

After just a few rounds of fighting, he knew he had met his match.

This young man is really something.

Whether it was the speed, power, and stances of the strikes, they were quite impressive, so no wonder he was called a martial arts nerd.

This kind of stance, at first glance, was the result of long and hard training, so he really couldn't be underestimated.

He Quan fought to fight Zhao Fan.

Unexpectedly, the situation changed suddenly, and the bad luck of the Lin family came.

Perhaps the heavens did not like the disobedient behavior of murdering the head of the family, and a small retribution fell on the head of the Lin family.

There were some seabirds just now.

One of the birds had an upset stomach.

It left a small pile of thin poop on the countertop, and as the two men broke up their moves and switched styles, Master He stepped on the poop.

The poop is not thin, more or less with a little fish oil, Master He slipped, the body immediately lost balance.

His reaction is still quite fast, secretly screamed a bad, just wanted to take the momentum to a lazy donkey roll.

Unwilling to do so, Zhao Fan's knife was even faster, slashing down diagonally, all the crowd could hear was a miserable cry, and even with his shoulder and back, the Chief Instructor of the Lin Family's Youth Training was chopped into two pieces.

There was an audible gasp, and everyone was stunned.

Zhao Fan also froze, he wasn't sure what had happened.

He hadn't wanted to kill anyone, the point was, that opportunity was too good to pass up, and he had slashed that knife completely subconsciously.

"Master He!"

I don't know who cried out, and then a cry of pain rang out.

As the Chief Instructor of the Lin Family's Youth Training, almost all of the Lin Family's younger generation of martial artists were his disciples.

The disciples witnessed the tragic death of their master, causing them to break their livers and grieve.

Lin Wan and Sister Hong covered their mouths as tears poured down their faces.

After all, there is a master-disciple relationship, although the master is not their fans, but that master-disciple love is indelible, see the master died tragically, can not help but shed tears for it.

Uncle San rose indignantly and asked Zhao Linsheng drily, "Surname Zhao, how do you want to explain?"

Cross Mountain Wind secretly screamed in agony, wishing to jump into the ring and smack his son a few times.

At the family assembly, the rule of point blank has always been practiced, how do you cut someone down.

Even if you cut to death, you can't split a person in two.

This kind of killing method was like slapping the Lin family's face again, or using the sole of a shoe.

But when it comes down to it, you can't keep your head down. After all, it's your own son who's in trouble, and you have to stand up for him, whether it's in public or in private.

In fact, everyone had wronged Zhao Fan.

He really didn't want to slash his opponent to death, it was just that that opportunity was too good to pass up, and he was really itching not to slash down on that one.

As a martial arts nerd, once he was in the zone, how could he think of so much.

During the fight, he only had moves inside his eyes, only his opponent, and by the time he reacted, Master He was already TWO HALVES away.

He had never been able to figure out why the other party wanted to die, it shouldn't be!

The blood washed everything away, the evil-doing poo had been washed away with blood.

Of course, there was still incriminating evidence on the soles of Master He's feet, and a lock of his immortal spirit had gone to find the damned bird.

Zhao Fan didn't know how to deal with this matter and could only silently walk to the side, dumping all the trouble on his old man.

Cross Mountain Wind got up and bowed with a calm expression and clasped his fists, in his heart this cursed, "Laozi really showed his face in the past two days, and the thing he did the most was to make amends, dammit, when can other people make amends to me?"

"Third brother, I saw it clearly, it was an accident, their fighting process was normal, for some reason, your party's martial artist suddenly lost his balance, the canine son couldn't collect his momentum, that's why,alas!"

Shao Danzhou immediately chimed in, "Third Brother, what Brother Zhao said is very true, we all saw it clearly, it was indeed an accident, I can testify for Xiaofan."

The handle master also said, "Lao San, you and I are both martial arts practitioners, is it intentional, or not intentional, a glance can be seen, Xiaofan is clearly unintentional, that child is obsessed with martial arts skills, the fight field can not collect the momentum, extenuating circumstances!"

The Lin Family's oldest six said, "Even if he didn't do it on purpose, the rules of the Family Assembly are point to point, he broke the rules by doing this, the Zhao Family must give an explanation."

Shao Danzhou grunted coldly, "Old Six, what kind of argument do you want, your aunt dropped Xiao Wu to death and knocked out Xiao Fan, have we ever asked for an argument?"

The martial artists of the three families under the stage chimed in, and many began to mock the Lin family for being unable to afford to lose.

Several of the Lin Family's current family members were going to continue arguing.

The oldest three raised his hand to stop everyone and said to the crowd, "That child really didn't mean to do it, swords have no eyes in the martial arts arena, in this competition, our Lin family admits defeat."

The leader had said so, so naturally the others couldn't say anything else.

Some quick-witted people find it a little strange.

How is it that from the beginning to the end, the Lin family head didn't say a word, apart from grieving the dead, as if this matter had nothing to do with it, her attitude didn't seem too cold!

Then associating it with the fact that the Lin family's aunt had gone to the Shen family, these people began to secretly wonder if these two events were related in any way, could it be that, the Lin family had undergone another change?

Seeing that the Lin family chose to hold back, Crosswind nodded towards his son, signaling him to continue.

In the ring, someone carried the dead body away and wiped the blood clean with a dry rag as Zhao Fan retraced his steps to the center of the ring.

"The Zhao Family challenges the Shen Family!"

Little Brother Li cheerfully stood up, clasped his fists towards Cross Mountain Wind and said, "Uncle Shih, do you want this son of yours to live, or to die?"

Cross Mountain Wind's nose almost didn't turn askew, and he said without any good humor, "Nephew Li Shiyi, if you have the ability, you'll..."

A hand quickly reached out beside him and covered his mouth, followed by the sound of Master Handler's voice.

"Nephew, don't be affected by that accident, just point it out!"

"Good!" Li Mu exclaimed, "Rules are rules, I can't take offense, but this kid is too cruel to split my wife's master in two, so by rights, I should choose to take revenge, but since I can't kill him, I'll just nullify his murderous blade!"

Little Brother Li talked a great deal of sense, but the crows fell on the black pigs and saw only others black.

Isn't it true that no one should laugh at anyone's blackness?

Hey, it doesn't matter. Explain it any way you want!

He doesn't think about what he did in the first place.

Although Zhao Fan's methods were brutal, the people he killed weren't from the Lin family after all.

And the ones Little Brother Li killed were pure-blooded Lin family members, not just one, but a bunch.

Who are you to call them cruel?

Compared to you, people are just good kids, little by little, in terms of the degree of brutalization of the Lin family, Zhao Fan needs to call you big brother.

Master Handle and the others stopped paying attention to him, and without much talking, Li Mu jumped into the ring in two steps.

"Honey, look out!"

Nymphet Lin finally spoke up, concerned about her own master, of course.

Li Mu waved his hand, signaling that he was fine with it!

Zhao Fan looked at him seriously and asked out loud, "Are you still going to fight me with your bare hands?"

"There's no need for weapons against you!"

Zhao Fan laughed coldly and raised his sword in salute, Li Mu clasped his fist and returned the salute, then waved at him, "Come on, you make the first move!"

The blade flashed, and the moment the blade fell, the person had already bounced to Li Mu's side, the blade had full momentum, and the hand was merciless.

Zhao Fan also hated Li Mu.

Since becoming famous, he has never experienced defeat.

He hadn't been convinced after the failure of the last encounter.

It was always assumed that Li Mu had taken advantage of the dirt pit, and without that damned dirt pit, his opponent would definitely be under his knife.

He also doesn't think twice about who stepped in that damn mound.

If he hadn't been thinking of digging a big hole for the clans, he wouldn't have ended up any better than Xiao Wu.

I can only say that Little Li did a good job in that scene, fooling everyone into believing that his strength was nothing more than that, and it gave him the opportunity to play the pig in a poke.

In the ring, Reimu still remains motionless.

When the blade descended, he violently probed his right arm, and all the crowd heard was a clanging sound, followed by screams.

The two men moved extremely fast.

Especially Li Mu, no one could see clearly when he struck, and by the time everyone could see clearly, Zhao Fan's right hand pulse had already been held by him.